Its now the 70's!! wow!! 1971, Big jump, like a random few years. Anyway, it nearly the summer, or is the summer, whatever, it's June. Remus is eleven. :o yeah!! Hogwarts time almost!! I can't wait!! Good golly, its gunna be fun to write about him with his fellow marauders. That's still not for a while though. Mwahaha! I know what's gunna happen and you don't!! …. sorry, that was rude. I'm just so excited. Alright, so here's the deal-io . Remus is all, umm, nature-y? that's not a word, but you catch my drift. Ur gunna be all, "but doesn't Remus spend all his time in the forest?" well, yeah. But you can't expect him to like, talk to trees and what-not all the time in there. So he reads!! (while in the trees) Hurray for bookworms. Just wanted to, you know, clarify, cause my little annoying critic voice in my head was all "that's stupid, you didn't explain that!" so now I can say "ha, shut up critic voice, I win!!"…… yes, I know, I am crazy. that's it. Umm, still have writers block, so if this chapter i would say is a good attempt! But have no fear!! Hogwarts is here!! (almost) and those chapters are cool. Alright, so enjoy this, thanks for reading my ramble, and happy reading!!

Also, warning to cat lovers. I love cats too, but there is a dead cat in this chapter. Oh, and thanks to rye-the-random for the story "secrets of a werewolf". I'm using some of the secrets from that story. If you do read the story though, don't come to me saying "ahhh! You can't make his last thoughts about the cat!!" they aren't going to be, but I liked the list.

Remus sat in a maple tree in the minuscule hours of the daylight, immersed in thought. He did this habitually, and, today held a book in his hands as he gazed into the sunrise peaking through the trees. He never slept at night. He was nocturnal, he supposed, and his mother eventually gave up on the idea of him sleeping through the night. Mary's alarm clock rang through the cottage, the distant sound causing Remus to snap out of his trance. He determined this to be an appropriate time for some sleep. He jumped from the tree into the scattered debris surrounding it, and headed towards the house.

He entered the kitchen to glimpse an owl momentarily before it took off through the window. He glanced towards the table, where a small pile of mail lay. There were some bills, he saw that immediately. The official muggle envelopes were a dead give away. but right on top, made of the imperfect wizarding parchment he associated with any magic contact, a letter written in green ink. The wax seal stamped with the official crest and motto of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Remus picked up the letter in shock and held it in his hands as his Mother entered the kitchen.

"What've you got there Remus? Is it a letter from Dad?" she asked hopefully

"N-no, he hasn't written." he said absent-mindedly

"Then what is it?" He passed the letter to her, and she gasped.

Mr. R . Lupin, attic bedroom, the Cottage, Tallenbrough valley, Redgrove.

Mary didn't say anything, allowing Remus to open the letter in silence after returning it. His eyes skimmed the page quickly before a wide and honest grin appeared on his face.

"Mum… I'm in." he said. "I-I got accepted!"

"Are you sure?" Mary said with shock. Remus nodded, still smiling.

Mary stood without words for a moment, before looking at the clock.

"oh! I'm going to be late! Well talk more about this when I get back."

"Where are you going?"

"I have a new job as a nanny in the village, for a muggle family. I'll see you again around dinner, dear. Be careful" she kissed his forehead.

"You too." he said. She retreated out the front door, and Remus up the stairs to his bedroom, letter in hand. He threw himself down onto his bed, and stared at the letter some more.

Hogwarts, the Hogwarts, the school he had dreamed of going to… he was going, he was a student….eyelids drifting closed.

The cat's corpse lay mangled in a puddle of blood, tossed aside like an old rag doll. The blood, so much of it he realized, must be both the cat's…and his own. He hadn't meant to kill, it had been locked in with him. Maybe it had wandered in here throughout the weeks in which the shed was abandon. He didn't know, and realize he didn't care. He had killed. True, not a person, but an animal. A fellow being. At least he wouldn't get into trouble with Werewolf Regulation and Control. It wasn't magical. They couldn't know. But still… He heard the heavy metal door open, the early morning sun pouring onto him. Luckily, the cat was left in the shadow, unseen by human eyes. He stumbled towards his mother, who's form could be seen as a black blob against the intense light. He collapsed into her arms. ….

Remus woke, breathing heavy. His dreams, no, his memories, always affected him like this. He hated this memory in particular. It had been 3 years ago. Ever since his Registration he had woken as soon as the transformation ended. That memory, however, was the first time he ever did harm to anyone during transformation, other than himself. Poor cat. He got out of bed, shielding his eyes from the near afternoon sun. He looked at the clock beside his bed.

10:57

Almost eleven. So he had slept six hours. That wasn't bad for him.

He grabbed his day clothes, a plain T-shirt and jeans, and ran downstairs to the bathroom, he showered and examined his reflection as he did from time to time. He had trimmed his hair a few days ago. Now it was the way he liked it. In front it hung just above his eyes, flaring out slightly at the ends. Slightly longer in the back. Right now, still damp from his shower it was a darker brown, but when it dried, it was a golden brown. His eyes today were a soft gold, similar to his hair. His face was pale, despite all of the hours he spent outside.

Currently, he had a small scar running down his chin, but nothing more visible. Under his shirt was a different story, with deep scars from wide gashes that couldn't heal quickly enough, even with his enhanced healing. But scars came and went. Even if they left a scar, his body had a habit of regenerating tissue quickly. No scar lasted more than a few months. Except the scar on his shoulder. It was a deep, unnatural indentation, very noticeable. Combine that with the bar code tattooed on his wrist from Registration, visible only with certain spells, but certainly there, he was marked as the lycanthrope he was. He wouldn't lie to himself, he didn't like to. So he couldn't say he didn't mind being a werewolf. Of course he minded, but he would live with it. He had accepted the fact that he couldn't be a normal kid, hanging out with other wizarding kids, have a dad, go to school… But now he was.

Two out of three, at least he hoped two out of three. He didn't have any idea where his Father was, but… He had been accepted to Hogwarts! Maybe he could make friends there, maybe he could learn real magic!! Maybe he could be the bet student, make his parents proud, become something great, like Minister of Magic!! That gave him an idea. He ran back upstairs into his bedroom, and opened up the crawl space to the attic, beside his bed. There it was, right at the entrance.

His mother's Hogwarts things. Her trunk, surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of spell books, manuals, instructions….

It made his wonder, as, he read through the titles, why Mother didn't like magic. It was all so exciting! He grabbed Standard Book of Spells grade one, Magical Theory, and Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, out of the piles.

He opened the window, climbing onto the roof as he did everyday. Now it wasn't for stealth, leaving from the roof, but out of habit. He barely used doors, unless he knew his Mother was awake, or around. She didn't seem to approve of Remus jumping down from the second floor every day, even if he refused to get hurt from it.

He found his favorite tree, the oak he had resided in earlier that morning. Remus climbed one handed, holding the books tightly to his chest. Finally near the top branches, he nestle himself into a bough, letting the minutes drift away as he drank in every word of the new writings, holding it tightly in his memory. He didn't take notice when darkness fell.

(A/N)

The bar code on Remus' wrist is a marking, that looks like a bar code, marking him as a lycanthrope. It is invisible to everyone, unless revealed with the Aparecium, the spell to reveal something in invisible ink. Basically, it is a tattoo.

Thanks again to rye-the-random for the super duper amazing secrets of the forever Jesus like Remus Lupin. Also, thanks to Jessie, my amazing cousin, for coming up with the idea, and David for approving it and being head editor.

I do not own Harry Potter. Read and review. READ AND REVIEW!! READ AND REVIEW!! I'll be more inspired if you do, and that means better chapters… this one was sorta not that great, but I am still happy with it. Please!! Happy reading!!

Valerie