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"Stacy! Ugh, Stace, wait up!" my brother called. Okay, to start off, my name is Stacy Clare Lupin, I go by either Stacy or Stace—I don't really care which name you use— and I am seven-years-old. My appearance is long, tree-bark brown hair that is pulled back in a braid unless I let it down, which is rare, I have emerald green eyes, and light brown freckles. I have a twin brother named Remus John Lupin. His appearance is short, brown hair, and he has the same green eyes, but when he's in sunlight, they have an amber tint to them. Remus and I don't always see eye to eye, like all siblings. We live in a two story house that has three bedrooms; our parents' room, our room, and the guest bedroom. Our house is near a small town that we get our food and other things from. Right now, Remus and I are being kids and we are running through the thicket that is behind our house. I had a bag with me that had some bandages, tissues, food, and other things that we always bring with us, just in case something bad happens while we're here.
"Why don't you try to hurry up, Remus?" I joked. I could hear him laugh, even though I was way ahead of him. I had always been a faster runner than Remus, but I think it's because I'm the more athletic one. Don't get me wrong, Remus can run fast, but he can't outrun me. As I neared the stream that we loved to follow, I stopped dead. "Remus! Stay where you are!" I shouted back towards the trees behind me. I slowly walked towards the creek where a large, mysterious figure stood in the moon light on the other side. I think it was alive, but it wasn't moving at all.
"Why, Stacy?" I heard my brother say. "Stace?" he asked worriedly when he saw me. My feet where frozen in place at the edge of the creek as I stared at the figure on the other side. The figure moved slightly. It looked like a large wolf, but it also looked a little like a human. When the thing saw me, it growled, and advanced quickly towards me. "Stacy! Get away from there!" Remus shouted. I did not move. I couldn't. It was like my feet were glued to the cool grass. The mysterious figure pounced at me with its claws out. "Stacy!" Remus shouted. My brother pushed me out of the way, and the creature's claws sunk into his face as it tackled him. The creature bit Remus' upper arm when he tried to defend himself.
"Remus!" I shrieked. I attacked the creature, and pried it off of Remus. It was then that I realized what the creature was. It was a werewolf, and it attacked on a full moon. After yanking out some of the werewolf's fur, poking its eyes out, and kicking it in the snout, it finally fled. "Remus!" I collapsed next to my brother. "Remus, are you alright?" I asked him worriedly. He was clutching his face and groaning in pain. I slowly moved his hands to see his face covered in blood. I gasped. "Oh, no." I whispered worriedly. I took my bag off of my back, and retrieved some tissues and bandages. "Remus, you didn't have to do that." I told him as I cleaned the blood and bandaged his face. He now had two large scars across his face where the werewolf clawed him.
"Yes I did. I wasn't going to let you get hurt." Remus told me. I sighed at his reply.
"Well, what now? You got attacked by a werewolf on a full moon. You're going to be a werewolf now." I reminded him. We studied a lot of the things in our school books so we would be prepared for Hogwarts. "I am really sorry, Remus. This is all my fault." I apologized.
"Stacy, it wasn't your fault! It was the werewolf's fault." Remus told me. I couldn't believe what he just said, mainly because the werewolf probably had the mind of a wolf.
"What do you mean? If I didn't walk closer to it, the werewolf wouldn't have tried to attack me, so you wouldn't have needed to jump in front of me." I explained.
"Well, you can't blame yourself." He told me. "You got mom's curiosity, and you can't stop curiosity." I rolled my eyes.
"I should be able to at least try to stop it." I groaned as we headed back to the house. We got back, and there was a delightful smell coming from the kitchen meaning our parents were in there. The fire in our family room fireplace was warming. Above the fire were some family photos that did not move. Our mom did not want any wizarding pictures in the house because moving pictures would make visitors suspicious. The walls were painted a turquoise color, and I set Remus in one of the chairs by the fire, and I closed the drapes over the widows on either side of the front door.
"Stacy, Remus?" Our mother came out from the small kitchen. She had an apron on, so she was obviously making dinner. Remus and I get our emerald green eyes and I get my hair from her. "Why are you two back so—" she gasped. "Remus! What happened?!" she shrieked. Our father came running out of the kitchen when he heard mom.
"He… he saved me." I managed.
"Saved you?" dad asked. "Saved you from what?" I explained everything that happened, and it sounded even worse than before.
"A werewolf?!" mom shrieked.
"Stacy, please bring your brother up to your room." dad ordered, and I did as I was told. I walked up the stairs with Remus, and I placed him on his bed when I reached our room.
"Just go to sleep, Remus." I told him. "You need to rest." I added before he could argue.
A few weeks passed, and it was March ninth, which is a day before Remus' and my eighth birthday. We were in the front yard, eating apples from our apple tree as we climbed it when a man appeared at the small, fence door in front of our house. The man was tall, thin, and he was old, judging by the silver in his hair and beard. The man was wearing long robes, a purple cloak, and high-heeled bucked boots. His eyes were a bright, light, blue color, and he has half-moon glasses that sat on his long, crooked nose that looked like it had been broken more than once.
"Er… Remus?" Remus looked over at me. "Do you recognize that guy?" I asked him.
"No." Remus answered with a shrug. "Do you?" he asked. I looked at the man, then back at Remus.
"Nope." I answered. We looked at the man again right when he rang the doorbell. Dad answered the door and he smiled when he saw the man who was standing before him.
"Albus!" he said cheerfully. "It's so nice to see you!"
"It's Albus Dumbledore!" Remus exclaimed in a whisper. Dumbledore is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. That is a wizarding school that our parents say we'll go to.
"It's nice to see you, John." Dumbledore greeted with a smile. "How are you and Hope?" he asked.
"Oh, we're fine." Dad answered. "Why don't you come inside?" dad let the man in.
"John, I need to speak with you about your son." Dumbledore told dad calmly.
"You know?" dad asked, his voice was lowered slightly. Yes, he's talking about the werewolf thing. Dumbledore nodded. They went inside and dad closed the door behind them.
"Come on." I started to leave the tree.
"Wait! You actually want to eavesdrop on Dumbledore and dad?" Remus asked.
"Yes! Their talking about you, Remus! I want to know what their saying." I answered him. I jumped down from the tree, and walked to the door as I avoided the windows. I pressed my ear to the door, and began to listen to the conversation.
"…just too dangerous!" I heard dad say. "He'll attack the other students if he goes!"
"John, there are ways we can keep him away from the others on full moons." Dumbledore told dad. "We will put him in the Shrieking Shack and in the morning, Madame Pomfrey will get him and heal any scratches and marks on him." He explained. I moved my ear away from the door and headed back towards the apple tree that Remus was still in.
"So, what were they saying?" Remus asked.
"Dumbledore is trying to convince dad to sill let you go to Hogwarts in three years." I told him. Remus sighed. A few minutes later, there was a loud shout—
"MY SON IS A MONSTER!" dad bellowed. Remus lowered his head in guilt, and I ran over to the door to hear what Dumbledore would say to dad after that. At first, there was silence.
"John, monsters are created by a person's actions. Remus would not want to hurt anyone, and you know that." Dumbledore replied. "Remus will be alright, and he won't be alone during his time at Hogwarts. You know that Stacy will be there for him and help him through this." He continued. "Please, let Remus go to Hogwarts when it's time."
"I don't know if I can, Albus! If he attacks someone, he'll get in horrible trouble with the Ministry." dad said. I couldn't listen to the discussion anymore. I ran. Not to the tree where Remus is, but to the woods. I kept running and running without looking back. When I reached the stream that the 'incident' happened, I followed it. It brought me to a small pond that had fish swimming in it. I finally stopped running when I reached a lone peach tree by the edge of the water. I climbed it a little, and sat with my back on one branch and my feet on another. I crossed my arms as I stared into the water of the pond, watching the fish swim around. I started to tear up, so I couldn't really see anything any-more besides blurs.
"Stacy! Stace, where are you?" I heard Remus shout. A moment later, I saw him running at top-speed trying to find me. When he looked over at the tree I was in, I saw his eyes were filled with worry. "Stace! There you are!" Remus said in relief. "I was so worried! You didn't come back to the tree, and I saw you run. I ran after you, but I didn't know where to look." Remus explain-ed. "Why did you run?"
"It… It's about what Dumbledore and dad said." I answered him, trying not to cry.
"What did they say?" wondered Remus. I told him everything that dad and Dumbledore had said. "Oh."
"Yeah." I sighed. "I just couldn't listen to the conversation anymore." I told Remus.
"What'd you mean?" he asked me.
"I mean, the last thing I heard was that you might not go to Hogwarts." I answered. "I just can't think about going to Hogwarts without you." I mutter-ed. A tear rolled down my face as I said it.
"Stacy, don't worry." Remus told me.
"How? I need you there so I'm not a loner there!" I shouted as I got out of the tree, and I sat down on the pond's edge with my feet touching the cold water.
"You won't be a loner at Hogwarts. You'll make friends." Remus told me as he sat down next to me.
"Not immediately." I mumbled.
"You might!" he said. "You'd make friends quicker than I could." he whispered as he got up. I quickly got up and I put my hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"No, that's not true. You're friendlier than me." I told him.
"That doesn't mean anything, Stace!" Remus said to me. "You don't ha—"
"Don't you dare say that you wouldn't make friends because of your 'furry' problem." I countered. Remus sighed.
"No one will be my friend because of that, though." Remus muttered.
"They might! If someone knows the real you, they'll definitely be your friend." I explained to him. I really hope he believes me.
"I don't know, Stace." Remus said to me. "If I go to Hogwarts, I might not make any friends." He muttered.