The Age of a Young Werewolf
Chapter 2
Questions and Answers.

For the next couple of days Remus tried to stay away from everyone. He didn't want any other reason for his father to be disappointed in him. But his dad always found a way to find him and talk to him," Remus, what have you been doing lately? Hey Remus, Are you o.k.? You look a bit peaky. What's up Remmy, have you made anything lately? Hey, can a dad get a hug from his son?" Remus didn't understand why he was so friendly. It wasn't that Remus' father was a bad man, in fact, His father was one of the nicest people in the world. Never yelled, never judged, and usually thought about what he said before he dished it out. So why did he blow up this time? It didn't make sense, the way his dad was acting like nothing went wrong.

Many more questions zoomed Remus' head as he thought about the booming conversation that had taken place before. What was it that seemed to make Fenrir Greyback so threatening? Why was Fenrirs group or family considered a 'pack' and fleabags? Are they poor and don't have enough money to live in a house and have their own items? Why did he give the impression of being gay? Who was James Potter? The questions went on and on.

One day when his father was at work Remus climbed down the stairs and walked to his mom who was making lunch at the time.

Remus tugged on his mom's skirt," Mum?" Mrs. Lupin jumped and made a small peep. She looked down to Remus and smiled kindly, as startled as she was.

"Oh, hello Rem. Sorry, you scared me. What did you want honey?" She bent down on one knee and looked deep into his amber orbs.

"Um, I'm a bit confused about something. Is… does dad love me?" He felt his eyes warm up. His mom looked at him very confused yet still claimed the caring smile.

" Of course he does, Remus. What would ever give you the idea that he doesn't?"

"I dunno, I'm just not sure if I'm good enough for him, you know." Remus looked down at his old dirty sneakers as he awaited reply, although he already knew what it would be.

His mom embraced him in careful loving arms," Of course you're good enough for him honey! You're sensitive, caring, and friendly."

" But what if that's not enough? What if I need to be more-

"No Remus, you don't have to be more anything. You are perfect. You understand?" His mom was now looking at him with concerned watery blue orbs of her own.

"Yeah, I suppose. " He tried to sound positive but his heart was almost frozen cold.

"Why don't you read one of the books your aunt gave you for Christmas you haven't gotten to reading?" Remus nodded.

"O.k. Remus agreed and turned away from his only comfort. He ran up the stairs again and shut the door to hid room slowly. He climbed on his bed and laid on his back. He stared at the ceiling and thought. He didn't believe his mom. How could he? He wasn't athletic, strong, or really into quditch.

He sighed and looked out a small window in his room. There was a fine view of the sun and the woods. He stared at them both for a long while, hours seemed to have passed he was so bored. Finally, an idea hit him, an idea that would help him gain pride, something that would get his father to be proud of, something that would change his life forever.