Author's Note: This story is set in the Marauder Era, during when Remus was only a small child.

Pear

Owners of Pear wands are warm-hearted, generous, and wise. They are usually popular and well-liked.

Mother and father were yelling again. I was watching from the door as mum paced across the tattered carpet. Dad stood too, running his fingers through his hair, an expression of worry adorning his face.

"Why did you have to insult him? You know how dangerous he is!" Mother started yelling, turning harshly to look at father.

"I didn't know what I was saying. We were all a bit tipsy from the Firewhiskey. How was I supposed to know he heard me?" Father was red in the face now, his hands shaking as small tremors shook his body.

"You know what he's like! He doesn't bark back, he bites!"

"So I'll just disappear for a few weeks. Come back when things settle down. Everything will be forgotten!"

"You moron! You think he'll take his revenge on you? No, he hits where it hurts!" Mother shrieked.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Father's face went pale.

"Remus! Your only son…"

I thought for a moment that mother had spotted me eavesdropping but she continued yelling as I kept hidden in the shadows.

"You mean…"

"Yes! If we don't take Remus into hiding Greyback is going to bite him!" Mother glared, as Father stepped back in shock.

I gasped drawing attention to myself; my parents swivelled around to face me.

"Sweet heart, I thought you were in bed?" Mother called me over, grasping my shoulder and rubbing soothing circles on my back.

"I heard yelling. Is it true that the werewolf is going to hurt me?" I shivered, grasping tightly to mothers dress.

"D-d-don't be silly! Your father and I were just discussing…"

A long loud howl interrupted her as the three of us froze silently. Father made a shushing signal with his hands as mother clutched tightly onto my shoulders.

"Was that…" I tried asking but was immediately shushed by my father.

All was silent, answering my unfinished question. My heart beat frantically in my chest. I've heard stories about the werewolf from my father. Fenrir Greyback was a big, gangly man with matted gray hair and sharp, yellowed nails. He hunted down little children, biting them, turning them into werewolves and bringing them into his pack; that is, if he didn't 'play' with them first. My eyes widened and I held in a gasp, father must have done something to upset him. I shook as fear filled me, I don't want to be bitten. Tears streamed down my face, as I buried my head in my mother's dress.

"You should have kept your mouth shut Lupin!" A deep raspy voice barked as the door was ripped off its hinges. A horrible beast entered the house, a wolf in form but an unmistakeable lust for blood in its eyes.

"Run!" Father screamed, as the werewolf bounded over him towards me.

I was knocked to the ground as the creatures jaws locked around my arm. Blood trickled down my wrist as a burning sensation crept up my arm. My skin was tingling, as the heat reached its peak. I felt weak and feverous. Mother ran forward and held my limp body against her chest.

"Get away from my son!" She cried as blood continued to gush from my wound.

My head spun, as the colours of the room blurred together. Why? Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this pain?

"The deed is done. You are one of us now." Fenrir sneered, growling at my parents then sprinting out the house.

All was quiet again. The door, left hanging off its hinges, swung against the wind. My father stood staring in a horrified manner as my mother wept over me and my, now, changed life. The heat surged again and I lost consciousness to the pain.