Wow, another chapter. I guess I can't stop writing. I do have to stop writing everyday now, otherwise I'll have a writer's block before the end of this week and it wouldn't be good for my schoolwork.

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Chapter 3: The Werewolf's story

Although the paralitus charm was strong, the creature/boy woke up near dawn. The creature was in its last stage of transforming back to its human form. He looked around and saw that he had been sleeping on a bed. Next to the bed he saw an old man and an old woman, both sitting in chairs and both fast asleep. He got up and tried to devour them. He got nearer…

Suddenly the transformation was done. Now his mind woke up. The first thing he saw was his mouth only a few inches from the old man's neck.

Whew, that was close. Wait, how did I get here? I can only remember some trees. Wait, what? I slept on a bed? It's been a long time since that happened. Probably since a few days after….

The old man woke up.

"Hello young boy. My name is Albus Dumbledore, but you probably know that, don't you?" Albus asked infuriated.

"H-hi."

"Tell me, how is it to serve 'the great Lord Voldemort'?"

The boy was astounded.

"C'mon, you think I didn't see the mark on your arm? I know it's just painted, but I'm not stupid. I can connect the dots: A young boy spies on me. He has a painted dark mark on his arm. Voldemort enters the village where I'm at right at that moment."

"But…."

"No buts. I know you've been spying for Voldemort. Now tell me, how does a 11 year old boy end up being a werewolf and a spy for Voldemort?"

"Albus, please don't be too hard on the boy." Bathilda had woken up. "Let me make us some breakfast first, and then he can tell us his story. It's okay, we won't hurt you."

"Fine." Albus gave in.

Bathilda went to the kitchen to get some food.

The boy was filled with fear, but also with joy. How much time did pass since he had a real breakfast? And by real breakfast, he didn't mean the human flesh he'd had while being a werewolf.

Ten minutes later their breakfast was prepared and fully set up. The boy couldn't help but gaze at all the food on the table, and although there wasn't much, he looked like he saw a whole bakery stuffed with bread only in the bread basket. Not to mention all the things to put onto his bread. And there was a pan filled with grilled sausages tempting him to throw his face on the table and eat everything before you could say: "Let's eat."

Another boy came down the stairs. He had been crying the whole evening and before he had actually fallen asleep, it was early in the morning. Now, however, he had been woken up by the delicious smells coming from the breakfast.

"Good morning, Peter. Are you feeling any better?"

"No, but thanks for caring and helping me, miss Bagshot."

"See, I told you he was very polite once you get to know him." Bathilda whispered to Albus.

"I guess you were right."

Albus looked at Peter. The boy looked like he was going to cry again any second now, although he was trying not to.

"I didn't know you had a son, miss Bagshot." He said, only now noticing the other boy.

"I don't, it's a young homeless kid who passed out on the street yesterday evening. Now, let us start eating."

The unknown boy couldn't help himself but eat in e very rude way. Albus looked a bit disgusted at the boy, but also with a bit compassion. Bathilda just couldn't stop smiling at the boy. Peter didn't mind at all. He was still thinking about his parents. Although, the boy seemed nice to him.

"Now, will you start your story?"

"Can we talk about that after breakfast, please?"

Albus was now smiling. He just couldn't help himself. The boy had been through much and still acted like a young child. He felt very sorry for the boy to have ended up with Voldemort at this age.

"Please, just tell me your name then."

"Okay, my name is Remus. Remus Lupin."

Once breakfast was done, Bathilda made the dishes to do themselves and Albus went outside with Remus. They walked towards the forest. After a while, Albus started talking.

"Well, Remus, it's time to tell your story."

"Where should I begin?"

"Where the bad luck started for you."

"My mother died when I was born, so my father had to take care of me. He didn't do a bad job raising me, but he wasn't the nicest man. He wouldn't hit me, he wasn't that bad, but he always seemed to be moody.

I grew up in a magical city. My father had retreated to live there after my mother had died. He also had quite a hard job. He was the mayor of our city. Once a week, he spent the night at the local pub, leaving me home alone.

One evening, a traveler arrived in the city. His name was Fenrir Greyback. He came to the pub and played some poker with a few locals. From what I've heard, he lost big. father started to make fun of him.

"Now I see why you're name is Greyback and not Cashback." And more of these jokes.

Greyback got really angry and insulted my dad multiple times. My father got angry too and insulted Greyback. Greyback punched him in the face and then it all ended in a big fight. More than half of the pub joined them and the pub was ruined by dawn.

My father accused Greyback to be the cause, and everyone who was in the pub that night went with him, not trying to get on bad terms with the mayor. Greyback was thrown into jail. He was furious. When he was released, my father tried to provoke him. Everyone in the city joined him. Greyback attempted to kill my father, it was that bad. He was thrown into jail again. Little did people know that he was a Wolfman, or a werewolf who doesn't lose his conscious while being transformed.

That night it was full moon, and Greyback transformed into a werewolf, broke out of jail and ran to our house. When he tried to get in through an open window, he saw me sleeping. He bit me, and I screamed for help.

My father rushed in and saw Greyback leaving my room. He immediately understood what had happened. I had become a werewolf.

I thought my dad would help me, but he cared more for the people in the city. He exiled me from the city, while I was only eight years old! I tried to reason with him, but the city was all he cared about. Once the people heard I was bitten, no-one even wanted to protect me. I was handcuffed, brought miles away from the city and then released. My father even got a medal for acting in the interest of the city.

That night was the first of many nights out on the streets. It was horrible, and I was even lucky it was summer. Every full moon I tried to get away from people as far as possible, but sometimes it just wouldn't work.

That's my story."

"You forgot the part about Voldemort."

"Fine.

One day a kind woman found me when I had just transformed back to my human form in the forest. She took me in her house. She wasn't a witch, so I couldn't tell her my secret.

I had the best days of my life there, for a week. Then a man knocked on the door, asking for me. He knew all about me, about my exile, about me being a werewolf, everything. He told me to become one of his followers, I would make a great spy for him

I had been living on the streets, but I had also followed the news, well, mostly the weather forecast. I knew that this man was You-know-who.

I told him no, and that he had to get lost. He said he would spread my secret around. The muggle lady I lived with would have been terrified and would have thrown me out, if maybe not kill me. I had to say yes.

He took me away from the house, I hadn't even got the chance to say anything to the kind lady and I never saw her again.

You-know-who knew enough of the dark mark thing that kids wouldn't survive, so he drew it on me with permanent marker. He told me that he would notice it if I would lie to him about what I would see during spying. I had no other choice but to follow his orders.

For the next few weeks, we were hiding in a safe house, where he would train me in being invisible, being fast or seeing and hearing everything. I guess I never really understood the invisible part. He made me memorize all the people he wanted to kill or recruit.

Two months later he stationed me in some faraway village. I was sent to spy on some wanted people. After I had gained enough information, he would attack the village and take the people he wanted to recruit and he would kill the rest. I felt terrible for being the cause of all the pain in those villages.

Then, he sent me to a big city, London I think. I saw my chance and disappeared in the crowds. I had been living in the streets of London for a while. I had stolen some clothes to have a bit of a disguise and I slept between piles of trash bags, so You-know-who couldn't find me. But full moon was nearing again and I didn't want to hurt so many people, so I had to run again. You-know-who caught me again as soon as I left the centre of the city.

He tortured me for days with the cruciatus curse. Sometimes it would last hours. It ended when I transformed into a werewolf again. Later I had heard I had almost killed You-know-who, so since then he didn't dare to come close to me.

He reassigned me to find the Pettigrew family. This time, he had put a tracking spell on me."

"Is that spell still on you?"

"Yes, it is."

Albus waved his wand.

"Not anymore. Please continue."

"He wanted the Pettigrew family because they had resisted him once before. They hadn't joined any resistance group, but they were really good. I finally found them in a faraway village. I reported it to You-know-who, and he came to the village. He didn't know I had warned Mr. Pettigrew that this was about to happen. I gave them some time to prepare before I had reported it to You-know-who.

When You-know-who came, Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew were ready to fight and resisted him a second time. They were very brave people. They got out of the village.

You-know-who was furious. But he didn't blame me.

Then he assigned me to stay in Godric's End, where I've been living for the past 6 months. I had to keep an eye out for Aberforth Dumbledore and you, sir. You-know-who never had expected the Pettigrew family to hide here.

When you got in the village, I was hesitating. You were the one person who could help me. But the way you had sneaked up on me, the look on your face, it only scared me, and I didn't dare to defy You-know-who.

You had been in that house very long, that's what I told You-know-who, and he suspected that you came to see your brother.

Well, you know the rest. He took your brother, and he killed the Pettigrew family while they resisted him for the third time."

"Thank you for sharing your story. I do believe you're innocent now, and I will help you. You are eleven, right?"

Remus nodded.

"When is your birthday?"

"The 10th of March, sir."

"Then you've been admitted to Hogwarts now, Remus."

Remus was surprised. He had never expected to hear such a thing from the man he had just caused pain to.

"But what about my transforming problem?"

"We will figure that out. Tomorrow I will guide you and Peter to Diagon Alley. But for now, aguamenti"

The dark mark was washed off of Remus's arm.

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I have italicized Remus's story so it's easier to read for you.

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