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Remus gazed out over the hills. It was all so peaceful and calm. It was the exact opposite of him. The water was still, gentle ripples breaking the surface. The mountains stood, tall and proud, guarding hogwarts.
James came up behind him. "Pinch and a punch, first day of the month, and no returns if any kind." James said, lightly punching Remus. Remus couldn't help but flinch lightly. "What?" Remus asked. "Pinch and a punch. It's a family tradition. On the first of the month, you can give people a pinch and a punch, and they can't return it. Sirius didn't know it either."
Remus shrugged slightly, not really interested in James's family traditions. "Remus? Are you okay?" Remus nodded. The truth was that Remus's family had practically no traditions. They had nothing to show that they were a family. And James had so much. James's family was complete. It was whole. James's father didn't think he was an incurable monster.
Remus sighed and shook himself out if his daydreams. One of his nightmares last night had been triggering. The dream itself had been more of a memory.
"Mum, I'm scared." Four year old Remus had whispered, clasping his mother's hand. Dream Remus watched, and could see that his mother looked scared too, though she was trying to hide it, trying to keep herself composed for her son.
She took four year old Remus's hand in hers, and began to rub it gently. "I love you Remus. Whatever everyone else says to you, I love you."
Dream Remus watched his four year old selfs confusion and innocence. "But mummy, why do they hate me?" Dream Remus watched his mother tense up. Remus's father had refused to accompany Remus, he said Remus should go alone. But Remus's mother had put her foot down and taken him herself. If she had not been there, Remus suspects he would have been abandoned.
Dream Remus watched his mother carefully. "Some people misunderstand things. They judge for no reason." she said. Four year old Remus nodded, and dream Remus found himself nodding along with his baby self. "Will it hurt mummy? When they give me the mark?" Dream Remus raised his hand to his chest. Yes. It had hurt.
"I don't know sweetie. But I'm here." dream Remus had then watched his younger self walking into the room with his mother. He watched as the 2 doctors, dressed in surgical masks and gloves, as though they could catch lycanthrope, pushed the small child down onto the seat in the room. One of them bound four year old Remus's hands to the bed, and shoved a gag into his mouth. To muffle the scream, dream Remus knew. The other Doctor raised the heavy hot silver brand and pushed it down, into Remus's skin. Dream Remus felt himself forced into the body of his younger self, the pain searing through him as he cried out. "
Remus sighed. The fact that any kind of government thought that torturing a child was acceptable still confused Remus. He might be a monster, but he still felt pain. And he would never hurt a child like that.
Remus was gals that at least his parents had not tried to cure him. Some werewolves were sent off to be cured. Runout was it, the Cures never worked and were worse than the branding. Remus flipped through his book until he found the chapter of Cures.
The concept of trying to cure werewolves is interesting. It has been around for centuries, and yet no cure had ever worked. Some werewolves fall victim to cure attempts. The truth is, none of them work.
One cure involves pouring powdered silver down a werewolves throat. This causes severe agony, and damage to the throat at best. It can damage breathing, vocal box, cause long term eating problems and sometimes even death.
Another cure is attempting to burn or beat the wolf into submission. While this is sometimes taken to far, this usually causes few side affects except for pain and scarring.
Remus shut the book, feeling extraordinarily relieved thay his father had not forced him through that torture. Remus could not help but pity any werewolf put through that. It was truelly barbaric.