A/N: Well, another story. Written late at night. This is about how Remus Lupin got bitten by a werewolf. I might do his life too if you guys like this. So… this is kinda short, but I think it's OK. Tell me what you think of it.

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"Mommy, may I go outside?" 4-year-old Remus Lupin asked. It was Halloween night, a full moon, and the kind of night that beckoned to little boys. Especially little boys who lived on the edge of a great dark forest.

"No!" Remus' mother, Anna, exclaimed. She looked nervous.

"Why not?" Remus whined, not noticing his mother's anxious expression.

"Because I said so. It's time for bed, Remus, come on," Anna ushered her son to the stairs, casting a surreptitious look out the window just as there was a wolf howl in the distance. Remus jumped.

"What was that, Mommy?" he asked sweetly.

"Just a wolf. We get them a lot, remember?" Anna reminded her son.

"Oh yeah… Please can I go outside?"

"No, it's time for bed, Remmie. C'mon let's get you into your pajamas and into bed."

Remus scowled. "Fine." Anna hurried him up the stairs and into his room, the first on the right once you came up the stairs.

As Remus was brushing his teeth, a sort of reckless rage swept through him. He had to get outside today. Everybody he knew would be playing outside in the dark. He certainly didn't wish to be the only one who had to stay inside on this haunted night. He ran past the bathroom door, past his mother who was coming up the stairs to tuck him into bed, past the rest of the house, through the front door, and into the forest.

He ran fast into the forest for a little while, and then had to sit down for a while to catch his breath. He once again heard the wolf howl, although now it was dangerously close, he thought. He jumped up and began running in a random direction, to get away from the sound.

Something caught his eye as he ran past the same tree for the fifth time (well, he was 4 years old. What 4-year-old has a good sense of direction?). It was moving. He stopped running and crept closer to it. He pushed aside some branches, panicking slightly, to reveal… a grey wolf.

He screamed and started to run away as the wolf leapt towards him. He screamed again as the wolf bit him on the leg (see, I'm staying away from the cliché of having Remus be bitten on the shoulder. Aren't you proud of me?). The wolf had jumped away at his scream, but started walking towards him again. He looked at it with wide, terrified eyes, crying from the pain in his leg and from being frightened, and stood seemingly immobilized, when something else leapt out of the bushes. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out, and he shrunk back.

The newcomer was also a wolf, grey as the other one was, but it lacked the crazed look that the first wolf had. It stood between the first wolf and Remus, growling and snarling. When the first wolf crept closer to Remus, the second wolf would snap at it until the first wolf stepped back.

Remus finally gained control of his legs and ran in the opposite direction until he came to the edge of the woods. Crying, he quickly (but while limping) made his way back to his wooden cabin he shared with his mother.

His mother was waiting for him right inside the door, watching him sadly, her eyes widening slightly when her eyes spotted the bloody tatters of his leg. He limped into the house silently, sniffling. His mother got her wand and prepared for a long night.

Remus Lupin, 4, had just been added to the Werewolf Registry.

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A/N: So… how was it? It's very short, I know, and not that great, but I'm writing this late at night, and my brain isn't functioning. If you think I should continue and do his life, tell me! Tell me how it is and review! C'mon… you know you want to…