This is the first fanfic I have ever written for Harry Potter. I love the books and I love Lupin! He is so kawaii!
Well anyway, on with the story...
I do not own Harry Potter
Lupin sighed as he dragged his briefcase behind him heading for the train that would carry him away from some of the only friends he had ever known. The Dark Arts professor was apprehensive as he stepped onto the train; the conductor giving him dirty looks, stopping Lupin as he walked by.
"Werewolf scum!" He snarled. "The Ministry should blast your kind of the planet!" Lupin kept walking, pretending to ignore the words that had cut him so deeply, and sat in a compartment at the very end of the train.
"He's right you know." A voice in his mentality told him. "It's your fault Sirius is still a wanted fugitive, that Harry can't live with him."
"Stop it." Lupin snarled to himself. "I had no choice, the full moon..." he trailed off.
"If you had only taken the potion...you would have been harmless." Lupin contemplated these words for a moment, exhaustion from the transformation a night ago creeping up on him. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, slipping into unconsciousness, ignoring the burning words of hate still fresh in his mind.
Or at least trying to.
"Fool." The conductor started the train and pulled out of the station. "Ministry should get rid of him, endangering all those people." He thought about it for a moment. "Maybe," he murmured. "Maybe, I can do it for them." Grinning maliciously he gripped his wand tightly, moving to the end of the train, and the sleeping Lupin.
He dreamed. Black shapes and shadows drifting across his mind, memories of a past that wouldn't let him be. He dreamed of the night he was bitten, a brave boy of only seven years. Walking in the woods alone on a full moon night, ignoring the risks and playing games with his shadow. Until another had joined him. A terrible pain gripped Lupin's body but it wasn't from his dream.
"Freak won't even know what hit him." The conductor raised his wand high over his head and muttered an unforgivable word. "Crucio." He sneered as the young professor writhed and gagged, his eyes opening. Eyes filled with pain and fear.
Pain. It coursed through his body like wildfire, cutting off his breath and making tears spring to his eyes. Lupin could feel his strength giving way and blackness coming up to greet him as he suppressed the bile rising in his throat.
"Why..." he gasped out, trying to overcome the urge to succumb to pleasant darkness.
"I'm going to rid the earth of you and the rest of your disgusting species. You don't even deserve to breathe my air." He leered as Lupin began to scream, searing pain threatening to overwhelm his rational mind, burning along every nerve, splitting his head and blazing through his body. With the last ounce of his strength he shouted a spell.
"Disapperate!"
This was a bit short, so tell me if you want me to continue, bye Minna san!
