Remus Lupin knew pain – he knew what it felt like to have every single bone break in his body – to have his skin rip into shreds in order to make him into something... terrible.

He knew what it was like to lose his parents, and his best friends – and he also knew what it felt like to be betrayed by who he thought to be one of his closest friends.

He also knew how much it hurt to feel alone – to be unloved, un-hated and... Feared...

To be blatantly honest, the werewolf also knew what how much it split his heart in half to be in love with a woman he didn't deserve – someone who shouldn't love him back.

And more importantly, he knew the pain of being scared all the time – never knowing whether he would be alive the following day, due to the war that was raging on outside their windows.

But... this pain – this agony was even worse... in fact when he found out, he stood in silent anguish – it worried his wife deeply – but he couldn't care less.

He ached, and he felt as if he wanted to die.

After all, he had just sentenced an unborn child to a life as a werewolf... a cursed child...