~Harry Potter~
You must be surprised about getting a letter from me, Harry, but there is a lot that I must explain. Yet, most of it I cannot at the moment. But I believe that you have a right to know this.
When I was a little boy, I was bitten by a werewolf. I am sure that you know that already, seeing as how I told you earlier. But you do not know the details of this traumatizing incident.
When I was seven, I set out for my friend's house. Being small and unwise, I did not realize how late it was getting as I walked towards the small home, which was exactly two miles away.
As the sky dimmed, I started to worry. What if I didn't make it in time? Thus, foolishly, I decided to take a shortcut. Silently slipping into the trees, I made off in the direction that I had been going. What I didn't realize was that it was the night of the full moon.
The sky darkened as I walked, until I could not see more than two feet in front of me. It grew increasingly cold, and so, shivering, I continued on, thinking of the hot chocolate that would be waiting when I reached my friend's house. I should have been paying attention to the wood area, I know, but I was so cold. Then, with a start, I heard a deep, low growl.
Startled, I glanced up, only to be forced to the ground. I screamed and screamed, but seeing as how I was deep in a densely packed forest, no one heard me until it was too late. The horrid beast, the werewolf, it bit me. It would have destroyed me as well, had a Muggle hunter not heard me screamed.
The Muggle took me back to my home while I was crying in pain. The bite burned and hurt so much, and there was nothing that I could do! As you know, my parents, discovering the werewolf bite, tried as hard as they could to find a cure, but there was none. I was to become a werewolf.
This was one of the worst moments in my life. But what was worse was that my friend, the one that I was visiting that night, thought that I didn't like him anymore, since I wouldn't tell him why I didn't come. He thought that I had disregarded him, that I didn't wish to be his friend anymore, which wasn't true. But he didn't believe me.
I had lost my best friend. Oh yes, later at Hogwarts I made other friends, and they were exceptionally nice. But my lost friend avoided me. Because of this, I could not tell him the real reason why I hadn't come that night.
My best friend, the one that I lost, was Severus Snape.
~Professor R.J. Lupin~
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Harry glanced up from the letter, looking downcast. So that was why Proffessor Snape had been so lonely, thinking that his only friend didn't like him anymore, and being afraid to make more.
It certainly explained a lot. Sighing, Harry carefully folded the letter, and put it in his trunk. He had just received the letter from Lupin, which was surprising, but now he had to leave, to start a new year at Hogwarts.
*~A/N~ Heh, heh...... Look, at least it wasn't a cliche this time! *winces* Okay, okay, I'm just soooooo busy, and I really wanted to write a Harry Potter fic! Yes, I know that that is my excuse for everything, but c'mon!. Well, to say so at least, this was a definite 15-minuet fic. *rolls eyes* I tried....... *eyes continue to stay rolled* Heh, heh.....*