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There weren't a lot of people at the funeral. It was only Harry, Anna, some people I suspected were members of the Order, and me. The ceremony was simple, no one spoke. In my hands though I held the letter he wrote me and a small book. It was the book that had been published about Remus Lupin's life.

As I left the ceremony I was stopped by a young woman about Harry's age.

"Are you Isabel Sedwick?" she asked. I nodded wondering how she knew my name.

"I'm Hermione Granger. I read your book about Remus Lupin and I'd like to say, well, thank you. You did a wonderful thing and we're grateful." I nodded slowly. Then I walked away wishing it would rain.


As I stood in my window seat, watching the rain I turned to the last page of my book and read the words silently.

Dear Isabel,

I know that you're probably going to strangle me in the afterlife, if there is one, for writing this letter rather then telling someone that I'm dying. However there is no way they could have done anything. As you had guessed earlier, there would be no way for me to go one in harmony with the wolf. Slowly the wolf ate me up, and now I'm gone.

I know that you intend to publish what notes you took of my life, so I'd like you now to publish this as your ending.

For many years I walked this planet trying to find somewhere were no one would care that I was a werewolf. For so many years I heard the stories of werewolves in concentration camps. I heard about the laws and regulations that practically murdered werewolves. I followed them, but there were many that didn't. I never expected people to be kind, but I expected them to see beyond the title werewolf. Instead they saw the lies spread by idiots you can't understand werewolves and how they act. Instead they feel that they must protect their children, forgetting that the werewolf they killed was someone else's child.

I didn't tell you that when a werewolf dies, they transform back into their human form. Remember the wolf that bit me? When she died she changed back into a thirteen your old girl. Did you know her family wanted my father to be arrested for murdering their daughter? Did you know that her sister committed suicide because she too was a werewolf? It's these stories that no one knows, and yet they think they have the write to judge and condemn these people to chains for something they didn't do.

To anyone, who ever reads this letter, I only have one thing to say. Werewolves are people too, and if you think you understand them, then talk to one. Really talk to one and hear their story. Many of them are worse then mine. See what it's really like to be a werewolf, and see what it truly is.

Remus Lupin.

I watched my tears fall onto the printed paper. I slowly wiped them away and stared at the rain. Then it came to me. What Remus truly wanted me to do. He wanted me to get up and find out the truth about werewolves. He wanted me to let the whole world know the truth. So I stood up, and headed outside to begin my own battle.
A/N: That's the end of my so far longest, or at least it has the most chapters, story. Thanks for reviewing!