Remus POV
Being a werewolf is most likely the worst thing that has ever happened to me.
That, and the existence of Lord Voldemort.
I was bitten at a young age by a vengeful Fenrir Greyback, who had deemed himself "insulted" by my father. So he let me suffer the consequences.
The changes that took place that year made that time the worst of my life.
The day the Healers told my father what I had become, he left. Just packed up his belongings and abandoned us without a word.
Do I feel any anger towards my father? I'll admit, I was quite upset with him the year he left.
But after a while, I empathized with him. After all, he left his family for the same reason I can't have one: we were both monsters.
He caused the creation of a werewolf while I became one.
My mother was heartbroken once he left. Fortunately, I had no siblings – less pain was involved.
That year, I adjusted to my lycanthropy. I experienced the horrific changes once a month. I howled at the moon. I threw up. Frequently.
Over time, I knew I could never be around normal people. Even though I was able to perform magic, I thought I would never be able to learn how to manifest it correctly.
However, Albus Dumbledore had other ideas. He help me work out a way to go to Hogwarts like any other eleven year old. And so, on September 1st, 1971, I boarded the Hogwarts Express and began my education.
Over the years I have made only a few friends, but tight ones nonetheless. James, Sirius and Peter. When they figured out my secret, they didn't abandon me, as I thought they would've.
Instead, they supported me. In secret, they worked for almost five years, finally becoming Animagi, just so they could accompany me on my full moon nightmares. And in a way, it lessened the loneliness I felt.
I loved them like my brothers.
Somewhere into third year, I noticed a certain girl looking at me frequently. From what I knew of her, she had no friends. My friends had decided to skive off classes for the day, eating their meals in the kitchens. So there I was, sitting by myself in the Great Hall, and there she was, sitting by herself in the Great Hall.
I went and sat down next to her. "Why do you keep looking at me," I asked curiously.
She smiled softly. "I don't think you're a monster, Remus." And she walked away, leaving me confused.
That night, I realized that she most likely knew my secret. From the next day onwards, I tried my best to at least shoot her a smile when I passed her in the hallways... except I didn't see her at all.
In fact, the first time I saw her since that day was on the first day of school this year. My friends had apparently befriended her, and soon, so did I.