He didn't get it, he just couldn't comprehend. It was a werewolf, a stupid werewolf that attacked him? He'd heard stories about them: Filthy humans who turned into filthy animals, that's what his father called them. Now he was one? A filthy werewolf?
Remus walked through the corridors of St. Mungos hospital, his parents and a healer walked before him. He didn't know where they were going, he didn't care much. As he passed other patients he heard whisperers behind his back. He couldn't hear the words, but there was hostility in their voices. But Remus didn't care, his mind was full of thoughts. He stared at the floor, and passed by several corridors and doors. If Remus only had looked up from the floor, he would have seen some very strange diseases and injuries. They passed a witch, whose face was covered in a mighty beard, and a levitating man, tied to a chair in the waiting room. They also passed a child with smoke coming out from her nose and ears, and her worried parents. But Remus didn't look up.
Prudence and Henry did notice the change in their son's behaviour; the once so happy and loving boy was now quiet and cold. They couldn't blame him, they blamed themselves. Henry was full of guilt because of the argument he had had with Greyback, Prudence was full of guilt because she hadn't went upstairs to make sure that Remus was in his room. Neither of them had yet had the courage to look their son in the eyes.
Prudence noticed Remus when he walked slowly behind them, she stopped abruptly, turned around and waited for her son to catch up. Henry slowed down too, but Prudence waved at him to keep on walking. She took her sons hand, the bruise on his was now completely healed. The other injuries on Remus's body was now only scars, the only thing that hadn't healed was the scar in her sons heart. Will it ever heal? She thought as she stroked the hand with her fingers. I love my son but is it even possible for him to keep on living like this? A werewolf? My son, a werewolf?
She couldn't stand the whisperers that followed them as they walked through St. Mungos, rumours in places like this had a tendency to spread like an outbreak of fire. Everyone at the hospital knew that somewhere in the facility; there where a newly bitten werewolf hiding. The rumours spoke of a boy… What if he came at night and bit them? All they knew about werewolves was the fact that their where vicious and evil. So Prudence walked with her head held high, people couldn't know that her son was the werewolf, not yet at least. She knew that her son needed her, more than ever. She was proud of her son and would fight with everything she had to help him through the future full moons. She owed her son that…
"Where are we going?" Remus suddenly asked. He sounded tired and not at all curious.
"We are going to see Lissa, honey. She's finally awake, so we thought that we should pay a visit." she said, telling him a white lie. Well, she thought, it is the truth. We are going to see Lissa, but he doesn't need to know that this will be the last time he will see her. He only needs to know pleasant truths.