Chapter 1: Memories

Remus's POV

My first happy memory was when I got a letter accepting me into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Though it was my first happy memory, it didn't happen until I was eleven years old.

My first memory is also one of the worst memories I have. It's of the night of my fourth birthday: it's the night I became a monster.

"Mum, can I have a party? Please, I'll be good, it's so nice outside tonight," Remus asked.

It was the night of his fourth birthday, and all he wanted was to have a party with all his friends in the garden. His young mind couldn't understand that it was all ready too late to start a party, he just knew that if his mum said yes then he could have a party. He didn't even notice that his parents were getting more stressed as the night wore on and were looking out of the window every few minuets.

"Remus we've already said no!" John Lupin snapped.

"John, don't snap at him, he doesn't know any better," Linda Lupin murmured.

"He's been asking all day! He has to stay inside for his own protection! We don't know where Fenir is!" John shouted.

"He's only four! He can't understand that!" Linda snapped back.

While his parents were arguing, Remus made his way out of the backdoor and into the garden. The Lupins' garden was just outside a forest that Linda always warned Remus away from.

The moon looked down at him as Remus moved around the garden, pretending to be entertaining guests like he'd seen his parents do.

Even though his parents always warned him away, Remus went to the edge of the forest, he was sure he could hear something, almost human sounds.

A wolf stepped out of the forest and bared its teeth at him, there was something about this wolf, normally Remus would have tried to befriend it, but this wolf had an aura of deadliness about, a human cunning.

Remus let out a scream as the wolf pounced, it clamped its teeth around his shoulder, pain flared as Remus let out another shriek. Linda and John raced towards him. His last memory before passing out was of the wolf pouncing on Linda and clamping its jaws around her neck; she died instantly.

That night I became one of the youngest werewolves on the night of my fourth birthday, my mother was killed before my eyes, and my father began to hate me…all for a party that never should have happened.

Even as I tore open the Hogwarts letter and let out a cry of glee, I couldn't forget the guilt I carry for my mothers' death. Nor would my father who would tell me I don't deserve to go to school because I'm nothing but a dirty animal, responsible for my mothers' death.

It's the happy memories that make the bad ones darker.

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