Nothing belongs to me. I'm so sorry its been ages since I updated, college is keeping me so busy. In this chapter I refer to "people use the argument of acceptance." .My Dad uses that argument.

Remus bit down into the chocolate frog. "we're nearly there!" Peter said excitedly. Remus gazed out of the window. The train had pulled into kings cross. "bye." Remus said to James and Peter. Sirius wasn't there. Sirius's parents didn't want him home for Easter. Remus could not help but wish his mother did not want him home.

He got out of the train, and saw his mother waiting there for him. She was late thirty's, she was quite skinny, with a shabby green dress and glowing blue eyes. Remus glimpsed around him to look at his friends parents.

James's Mother and Father were there. They were both older, with kind, warm hazel eyes, grey hair and gentle smiles. Their outfits screamed wealth. Remus was certain that the Potters had never gone without. Only Peter's Mother was there. She was in her mid forties, mousy brown hair, neat and tidy clothes. She was a touch overweight.

Remus ran over to his mother, and hugged her gently. She smiled at him. "Remus. My dear. Come on, lets go to the car." Remus followed her off the platform, and to there little muggle car. It was rather old and battered.

Remus got into the passenger seat, and his mother started driving.

"Remus… your Father is in a bad mood. He has been all week. I'm sorry. I had to see you though, I hope you understand." Remus nodded. He knew with his father in a mood he would bear the brunt of it.

"he read a book, Remus. It was a fiction novel, about a werewolf who attacked a girl. Its a muggle story… but your father-" Remus could not help cut his mother off, even if it wasn't her fault. "yeah. He read it, and now he hates me even more."

"Remus, he doesn't hate you." his mother said, but Remus wasn't even listening. He had flicked open his book.

A common way werewolves are portrayed in stories is as monsters. Even in muggle stories, such as little red riding hood, wolves are monsters. They are villains. It reinforces stereotypes and it means more people fear us.

Some people use the argument of acceptance. They say any representation is better than none. They are usually the pureblood humans who have never needed for representation. But for those of us with "troubled blood", in their words, if our only representation is of a monster, then it is not acceptable to portray us as monsters.

If someone writes a story about several werewolves, and one of the villains is a werewolf, but one of the hero's is also a werewolf, then it balances up. If a werewolf chooses to write a story about an evil werewolf, again, that is different. So, if any of you are aspiring writers, I beg you to not enforce stereotypes, or only portray certain people as negative.

Remus slammed the book shut as the car pulled up home. He sat by the fire, idly talking with his mother.

Much later on, his mother was in the kitchen, and Remus and his father were alone in the lounge. "she's sick." Lyall Lupin said. "your mother is dying. And thanks to searching for cures for you, we don't have the money for her medicine. When she dies, it will be your fault."

with that, Lyall left, leaving Remus alone, his whole world falling away from him, any hope remaining, slipped far away.