The last time Remus Lupin saw his mother, was the day before his first change. The healers, who worked with his father, had been preparing him for the changes that would occur monthly. The first time he would be changing would happen in the abandoned lower part of the hospital. It was highly protected with steel walls; it was used by the prior muggle owners of the hospital, for the mentally unstable people who were a risk to themselves and others. The preparations made it all more real to Remus.
"Oliver we've discussed this." Remus' mother yelled while entering Remus' room. This was also the first time he had seen her since his father told him what he was, which was why he was so shocked. "Robin! You know love has nothing to do with that!" His mother looked at Remus with a disgusted look; she went over to him and saw the scars and bandages. She looked him up and down, from his eyes, to his bandaged legs. She then turned to his father, as if he was deaf, and said "How am I supposed to love that? He's a beast now, and you're a freak. I thought I could handle it, but I can't. Goodbye." She walked out and Remus learned that his parents would be getting a divorce, and that he wouldn't see his mother again.

Five years after the incident that turned Remus Lupin into a werewolf at the age of five, he sat in his living room listening to his stepmother teach him the muggle basics that he must know. For a ten year old, Remus was rather brilliant, he was already learning algebra, but this sort of learning bored him. He preferred what his father taught him, about the wizard world. He was taught the basics of Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Even though he knew it was a small chance he'd ever be able to go, he still hoped.

"Remus, that's enough for today, the next full moon is in a week, maybe we should prepare?" Anya suggested. Anya was a great stepmother, she was also a wizard like his father, and was perfectly fine with Remus' problem. She uncrossed her legs and stood, her long raven black hair rested on the small of her back. She held out a slightly tanned hand for Remus. He stood with her, and said "How about lunch first?" He beamed up at her. She pretended to think of this. She rubbed her chin and said, "I don't believe we have enough time for that, perhaps I should check our schedule?" She then laughed, and challenged Remus for a race to the kitchen.

Remus sat at the table, waiting for Anya to prepare lunch. Next to the lazy Susan was the mail for the day. There was a letter addressed to him from his biological mother. He got a letter once every two years from her that told him that she loved and missed him. But, to Remus' dismay, it never stated why she left. Even though he knew the answer, it would be better to hear it from her. He knew his father didn't talk to or like that Remus received letters from her.

"Hard day at work love?" Anya asked Oliver Lupin as he sat on the yellow couch. He held the bridge of his nose after sitting next to his wife. "How'd you guess?" He questioned jokingly. "Just a hunch." She said. She rubbed his shoulders, and he seemed to relax. "There is still no certain cure. Some days, I just feel like I'll never be able to find one and help him." Oliver Lupin for the years since his child was bitten by Fenrir Greyback and transformed into a werewolf; he had been looking for a cure. He was already a healer, so he had connections, and often spent days on end looking for cures, which is how he met Anya. She had been looking for a cure also, for her boyfriend Stephen, but he left her for Fenrir. "I understand, but you can't hold so much guilt for what has happened." She then left the room to fetch tea, and let Oliver sit to his own thoughts. He had always felt guilty for what had happened, how could he not? It was his fault.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMUS!" Anya and Oliver shouted as Remus blew out the eleven flickering candles on his chocolate cake. It was also the night of the full moon, so they were celebrating, and as much as Remus appreciated the efforts, he was exhausted. He rested his head on the table as his parents cut the cake and got the two presents. The cake was delicious as always, but, of course Remus would rather have a nice steak or two. He had gotten a nice jumper from his grandmother, and his parents had gotten him a muggle fantasy book. As Anya was cleaning, Remus started to the read the book, and wondered how his life would be, he was eleven now, what if he was allowed into Hogwarts. He then shaked his head knowing that these chances were slim.