The Life of Remus Lupin: From The Bite to Death

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. So do the Marudars. (Sobs into hands)

A/N: I hope you enjoy it. This was inspired because the Marudars seem to be largely represented by Sirius and James but Remus was a Marudar too. So this is his part.

Chapter 1: An Accident

Lyall Apparated home with a loud crack. Luckily, they lived far away from the Muggle neighborhood and were relatively on the countryside. He leaned heavily on the porch railing and sighed. It had been a weary day. He had nearly lost his job, after an outburst in the courtroom. His boss had told him that he would be forgiven, but only because it had been so unlike him. And Lyall agreed. He would usually be watching the trial quietly, only speaking up when it looked like they needed him too. But that day they had brought in a man who had been accused of murdering two Muggle girls. But that wasn't all. He had done it on the night of the full moon. With his teeth...

Lyall had no doubts when the man, Fenrir Greyback, entered the courtroom that he was a werewolf. His scruffy hair and beard were speckled with grey, his wild eyes were bloodshot, his yellowed teeth and nails sharpened to points, his shabby Muggle clothes torn and bloodstained in some places, and the scars that laced up his exposed neck and slashed across his face. Lyall's specialty was boggarts but he could tell a werewolf when he saw one. He also knew that werewolves were dangerous, lying, deceitful creatures of the Dark. He had glared at Greyback when he entered. Greyback glowered back. After many questions from the other jury members they were set to believe Greyback's story that he was a Muggle bum who had never even seen magic before and definitely didn't believe in werewolves. Lyall hated him more and more with every filthy word that left the part-human's lips. He never liked half-breeds, especially werewolves. Finally, the Head of the trial stood. Lyall breathed a silent sigh of relief. This nonsense would soon come to an end.

"We apologize, Mr. Greyback." The Head said. "It seems we were wrong. Mr. Smith will escort you out." Smith, who had been seated next to Lyall, stood but Lyall was quicker. He rose to his feet, hatred burning into every bone.

"WHAT!" He had cried out. His voice echoed in the courtroom. "You can't do that! It's a werewolf, a child could see that!"

"Sit, Mr. Lupin!" The Head said, aghast. "What is the meaning of this?"

"It killed the girls, you know it did! Why let it get away?"

"Mr. Greyback is a homeless Muggle." The Head sneered. "Certainly not a werewolf, and definitely not an 'it'. And he is, in no way, connected to Judy Anderson and Dolly Garders' murders."

Lyall was concerned now. "Couldn't we just lock it up tonight? It's the full moon, if it changes, we'll know."

"We can't do that." The Head said. "There's no evidence against him."

"Don't pretend to be an expert, Lupin." another man, Wilson, sneered. "You specialize in boggarts, not werewolves."

"How can you not see it? How can none of you see it?" Lyall shouted in the courtroom desperately. "Look at it! It's souless, evil! This thing deserves nothing but death!" Silence fell in the courtroom. And then the Head pointed to the door.

"Lupin, out! NOW!" Lyall scrambled to grab his stuff together and as he left the room he turned back to see the Head apologizing to Greyback. He stared at the werewolf. Greyback was looking at him with more hatred than even Lyall had expressed earlier. Lyall shuddered as he left, realizing that he had made a very powerful enemy.

Now he was worried for the safety of his family. After all, it was the full moon tonight. And his wife, Hope, was only a Muggle. She wouldn't be able to protect herself properly with a wand. And Remus. Their son, their beautiful son, was only four. He was vulnerable to attack. Lyall couldn't bear it if he lost either one of them. Lyall took a deep breath, and opened the door to the house. Hope stood in the kitchen, making dinner. She smiled when he walked in and put down the stirring spoon.

"How was your day, Lyall?" She asked. "Remus has something he wanted to tell you." Lyall smiled slightly at the mention of his son but he frowned again when an image of him being mauled by Greyback crept into his mind. Hope frowned at his expression. "Is there something wrong?"

Lyall decided then to tell Hope everything that had occurred that day even though he didn't want her to worry. "Hope, I-" he started. Just then a torpedo of red shirt, blue jeans, and floppy fawn colored hair flew down the stairs and barreled into him, nearly knocking Lyall's exhausted form off of his feet. But quickly Lyall regained his footing and wrapped his arms around his son. Remus looked up at him, smiling, his blue-green eyes glistening with excitement.

"Daddy, daddy, I did it!" He shouted. "I did magic!" Lyall raised his eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips.

"You did?" He asked. Remus nodded eagerly. "My shoes flew into the wall!" He said.

Hope chuckled from the kitchen. "I wish you had been there, Lyall." She said.

"Does this mean that I'm going to Hogwarts?" Remus asked, still staring wide eyed at his father. "I'm a wizard, like you?"

"Of course!" Lyall said happily, ruffling Remus's hair. This was just the distraction that he needed from his long day. And as he launched into stories of his Hogwarts days that excited both Remus and his wife, they had dinner and Lyall soon forgot all about werewolves, Fenrir Greyback, and the full moon outside.

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Soon after Remus was asleep, Hope and Lyall retreated into their bedroom. "What was it you needed to tell me, Lyall?" Hope asked as she dressed into her nightgown. Lyall swallowed harshly. He had been dreading this. And he had nearly forgotten.

"It's a full moon tonight." He said quietly. Hope didn't understand so he clarified. Lyall told her of his day at the Ministry and about the words he had said about werewolves. He had also told her about the silent threat that he had seen in Greyback's eyes. By the time he had finished, Hope's expression had slowly faded from confusion to horror. But she soon had her arms around her husband, murmuring words of comfort. He pulled her close.

"But werewolves," he managed. "They're evil! Souless! They're killers. Mad. Not even human. And it's the full moon tonight. If it comes here, if Greyback come here, I don't know what I would do if it hurt you, or-or Remus..."

"Shhh." Hope said softly. "It's going to be alright. How would he even find us? We'll be fine, Lyall, you're just overreacting. Besides, we don't even know if this Fenrir Greyback was a werewolf-"

"It was, I know it was!"

"Okay, okay. But we don't know if he's coming for us. Why would he? And even so, how would he find us?"

"They aren't like us, Hope." Lyall murmured. "They aren't like humans."

"Please try to sleep, Lyall." Hope said. "Everything will seem brighter in the morning."

Lyall hoped she was right.

/

Remus was not sure at first what had woken him up. It seemed that there had been something scratching at the window. He turned towards it and froze in horror. Beneath the light of the full moon, was a vicious beast. A large wolf. A monster. He couldn't move, he could barely breathe. He cowered underneath the covers as the monster scratched its way through the window and into the room. Then Remus screamed. "MUMMY! DADDY! HELP!"

But by then it was too late. The monster's powerful jaws clamped upon his arm just as his father came bursting into the room, his mother just behind him. Remus still screamed. Until his throat was raw, he screamed, he couldn't stop. Even after the monster was gone, after the spells stopped shooting, and his mother and father were anxiously at his side, trying to help, he couldn't stop. It just hurt too much. He could feel a thrumming in his veins, the monster's saliva traveling into every inch of his body. The bite wasn't the only thing that hurt, it was everything, everywhere. Slowly his eyes slid out of focus and it was his parents' terrified faces that he last saw before falling into unconciousness.