The Lupins were a kind family. Quite an ordinary one, at first glance. However, they had a great burden to carry amongst them. One which pained them each day.
The bars on the windows were thick and pulsing. His heart was racing. He was in such pain that he let out a hysterical scream that turned into a howl. The full moon glowed as brightly as the sun in the middle of summer. He felt unconscious, but he could still see everything. He saw his parents appear at the doorway, both tears streaming down their faces and unable to look at him for much longer. When he tried to lunge at them, they closed the door and locked it from the outside. He starting scratching and biting his skin. He practically couldn't feel the pain towards the end…
"Remus, my sweet boy," a soft voice woke the sleeping boy. Remus Lupin sat up slowly, and winced when his mother wrapped a bandage on his arm to cover several scratches. He swept his hair back with his other hand. The bars were no longer pulsing, he was no longer in an odd state between conscious and unconscious, and the sun was wear the moon was.
"Rem, the train leaves today. Are you all packed?" His father asked from the doorway. The child sniffed and nodded. He was both excited and terrified to begin his schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once his mother had finished, he put on his new collared shirt and navy sweater, with a pair of tan slacks. His father said the best way to make a good first impression was to dress nicely for one. He dragged his large steamer trunk down the stairs, and sat down for breakfast before leaving for King's Cross Station. What would happen if the other children found out about him?