I know its been ages. I am so so sorry. As I haven't miraculously been gifted the rights to Harry Potter, nothing belongs to me. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews :)

Remus John Lupin fell backwards into the chair. This could not be happening. His mother couldn't be dying. His mother was strong, healthy, and she would be okay. Surely the world wouldn't be so cruel as to punish Remus again.

The world had already taken everything from Remus. His hopes, his dreams, his future, his health, his chance at acceptance in society, romance, friendship, work. The world had torn everything it could away from Remus, and now it was threatening to take the last true thing Remus cared about.

Remus opened his book, and tried to focus on the pages.

The fates are viscous and cruel. They will taunt you and tease you. For some people, they gain everything, for others they lose everything. Its almost ironic sometimes, how cold life can be. Sometimes, life has a funny way of helping you out, when you think everything is going wrong. Sometimes, when everything seem to be going fine life blows up and destroys you.

Remus shut his book. The words were blurry. He couldn't focus on the pages. He felt sick, he felt as though the world was condemning him, killing him, tearing him apart, bit by bit.

"Remus?" his mothers voice said. Remus looked up from his chair. "mum!" he gasped. "is it true? Are you sick?" the hope that his father was lying blossomed, growing up like a rose bud in spring.

"yes. I am." and Remus felt that hope die away, withering like an old flower in autumn, and once again he felt a falling sensation. "Remus. I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out like this. I just wanted you to spend some time with me. I'm so sorry."

Remus hugged her. "its okay. I love you mum." he whispered.