Werewolf-Part 5-Remus's POV
I remembered that terrible time in my life. My friends were still alive then, but Voldemort was growing ever more powerful, and we were all afraid. Voldemort wanted to kill James, who was already working for our old headmaster, Dumbledore, against Voldemort. All through our school years we had known about Voldemort, who didn't, but once we had grown up and left, what seemed to be another world, that we never would be part of, was reality.
I was alone, I usually was in those times. Lily and James had to keep in hiding, and Sirius was always with them. None of us saw Peter much, he was always 'visiting his mum' and, idiotically, we believed him. Now I know the truth, it seems impossible that we were so blind. Anyway, I was walking from my house to see Sirius, except he was rarely in. It was early September, just under two months before Lily and James were killed. It was about seven o'clock, so not completely dark, just a little. I heard the swish of a cloak behind me. When I turned round there was a man, but hardly a man…he was nothing like anyone I had ever seen before. He had a pale face, red eyes and slits for nostrils like some kind of snake. It was Lord Voldemort!
"Remus Lupin,"
"Keep away from me!" I panicked, moving backwards, as if just being near to Voldemort could taint me with evil.
"I just wondered if you would be interested in joining me…" Voldemort said, calmly. "You are a Dark Creature, after all."
"NO!" I screamed. "I am not evil! Werewolves are not all evil! I am just like any other human…most of the time." I was just repeating what Dumbledore had told me many times when I was lonely and depressed in my early years at Hogwarts.
"Most of the time, exactly, you are not human. You are a beast, a freak. That is what other wizards see you as. They hate you! They're afraid of you! That's how they think of me too. When I have taken over the whole country, the world even, I will make sure that werewolves have rights! You will be rewarded!"
"I will not join you!" Remus cried. "You want to kill my friends!"
"Hmmm… yes, I see why you are a Griffindor. I thought it was unusual. I would have expected a werewolf to be in Slytherin.. But, your 'friends' how do they feel about you? If they were such special friends, surely you would not be walking alone.
"Werewolf filth!" Voldemort screeched, in his high, cold voice, "I am the heir of Slytherin, I will rule the world. A Griffindor" He said the name of his rival house with contempt. "Won't stop me!" He raised his wand above his head and prepared to curse me" Avada Ke-" But I had gone. I had disapparated to directly outside the Hogwarts grounds, as you couldn't apparate in there, and ran up to the castle. I knew that Voldemort wouldn't try to go into Hogwarts, just to get one young man.
I was safe, but I couldn't help thinking about what Voldemort had said. I was a freak, a monster, a werewolf. My friends probably were afraid of me, I thought, that's why they left me out. I knew Peter had always been a little worried around me, but that was what Peter was like. I was uncomfortable around Peter, knowing he didn't trust me, because of something which was not my fault.
When I got in, I spoke to Dumbledore, and told him what had happened. He told me that I should tell James, Sirius and Peter. I did (reluctantly) and, as I had expected, they were horrified. I see now, years later that Sirius suspected me. Him and James exchanged strange looks, when I first explained about Voldemort.
They were a little worried, but James soon acted normal, and Sirius was acting the same as he usually did, after a few days, so I suppose James convinced him that I was trustworthy. I wouldn't have been able to bear it if they hadn't trusted me. James, Sirius and Peter were my only friends, and I wasn't likely to find anyone else that understanding. I mean, how many people would want a werewolf for a friend? But it had happened, and I knew that Voldemort would try it again, possibly with Harriet. I couldn't risk that happening.
"You're absolutely right about Harriet" I replied to Dumbledore. "But where can she go? It's not as if she can attend Hogwarts properly, you'll just get caught and Harriet really will be…killed this time. They won't let her escape a third time!"
"Yes, but what can we do? She isn't safe from Voldemort out in a cave, like you, Sirius, and I can't think of any other suggestions."
"I know!" said Mundungus Fletcher. "She can come to Hogwarts, she'll be perfectly safe here. But she can't go to her lessons in case Malfoy finds out. Nobody will know where she is if she stays hidden here. And the teachers can help her keep up with her education. I mean, the Ministry may disagree, but I think even a werewolf should be well educated.
"What do you mean 'even' a werewolf. It shouldn't be a special case, like something unusual, and freakish. Look at me. I am a werewolf. I am human. That is what I have to tell myself day after day. I have to convince myself that whatever else I may be I am human!" I got really wound up. I knew Mundungus was better than most wizards at accepting our kind, but nobody seems to stop slightly fearing me, even when hey know and trust me. It's just what wizards are taught. I was told that werewolves were bad, and vicious, when I was a small child, until I was bitten, when everyone told me I couldn't help it, and that I was normal the rest o the time. It was very confusing.
I was out in the woods playing hide and seek with my older brother, Romulus. It got dark, but that just made the game more exciting. I was only five. I couldn't see, because of the trees, but it was a full moon. I heard a low, mournful howl, and wondered what it was. Probably an owl, I thought, but still I was scared. I was only five. Then I heard Romulus scream, which really scared me, and I looked around for him. The screaming stopped, but the howling continued. Suddenly I saw a greyish brown hairy face push through the bushes, and straight at me.
That was all I remembered, until I woke up in the morning. I didn't know where I was. Everywhere was white, and there were rows and rows of beds. I had a bandage on my left leg, which was very painful
"Good morning Remus. I hope you are feeling a little better today." said a woman in white robes.
"Y-y-yes." I replied. "Who are you?"
"I am Dr Gibson. This is St Mungo's hospital." I noticed that my parents were nearby, and my mother was trying not to cry.
"What's happening? Why am I here? I'm not ill am I? I don't feel sick!"
Dr Gibson pulled a strange face, and took in a deep breath. I see now what was happening, but I was only five, and didn't understand.
"Remus, you see that bandage on your leg." I nodded. "It is a bite, you have been bitten by a werewolf. When someone is bitten by-"
I gasped. I already knew. Most wizarding children knew about werewolves, and now I understood, that since I had been bitten, I was one. Dr Gibson continued speaking.
"They become a werewolf them self. You are a-"
"Werewolf." I finished. "I know that. I'm not stupid Doctor. I know about werewolves." It seemed strange. I felt as though I was exactly the same person as I had been the day before, but someone was telling me that I wasn't, that I was a werewolf. I didn't believe him. And I told her so. "I am not a werewolf. They're bad, monsters. I am not a hairy monster, OK!?"
I remembered that terrible time in my life. My friends were still alive then, but Voldemort was growing ever more powerful, and we were all afraid. Voldemort wanted to kill James, who was already working for our old headmaster, Dumbledore, against Voldemort. All through our school years we had known about Voldemort, who didn't, but once we had grown up and left, what seemed to be another world, that we never would be part of, was reality.
I was alone, I usually was in those times. Lily and James had to keep in hiding, and Sirius was always with them. None of us saw Peter much, he was always 'visiting his mum' and, idiotically, we believed him. Now I know the truth, it seems impossible that we were so blind. Anyway, I was walking from my house to see Sirius, except he was rarely in. It was early September, just under two months before Lily and James were killed. It was about seven o'clock, so not completely dark, just a little. I heard the swish of a cloak behind me. When I turned round there was a man, but hardly a man…he was nothing like anyone I had ever seen before. He had a pale face, red eyes and slits for nostrils like some kind of snake. It was Lord Voldemort!
"Remus Lupin,"
"Keep away from me!" I panicked, moving backwards, as if just being near to Voldemort could taint me with evil.
"I just wondered if you would be interested in joining me…" Voldemort said, calmly. "You are a Dark Creature, after all."
"NO!" I screamed. "I am not evil! Werewolves are not all evil! I am just like any other human…most of the time." I was just repeating what Dumbledore had told me many times when I was lonely and depressed in my early years at Hogwarts.
"Most of the time, exactly, you are not human. You are a beast, a freak. That is what other wizards see you as. They hate you! They're afraid of you! That's how they think of me too. When I have taken over the whole country, the world even, I will make sure that werewolves have rights! You will be rewarded!"
"I will not join you!" Remus cried. "You want to kill my friends!"
"Hmmm… yes, I see why you are a Griffindor. I thought it was unusual. I would have expected a werewolf to be in Slytherin.. But, your 'friends' how do they feel about you? If they were such special friends, surely you would not be walking alone.
"Werewolf filth!" Voldemort screeched, in his high, cold voice, "I am the heir of Slytherin, I will rule the world. A Griffindor" He said the name of his rival house with contempt. "Won't stop me!" He raised his wand above his head and prepared to curse me" Avada Ke-" But I had gone. I had disapparated to directly outside the Hogwarts grounds, as you couldn't apparate in there, and ran up to the castle. I knew that Voldemort wouldn't try to go into Hogwarts, just to get one young man.
I was safe, but I couldn't help thinking about what Voldemort had said. I was a freak, a monster, a werewolf. My friends probably were afraid of me, I thought, that's why they left me out. I knew Peter had always been a little worried around me, but that was what Peter was like. I was uncomfortable around Peter, knowing he didn't trust me, because of something which was not my fault.
When I got in, I spoke to Dumbledore, and told him what had happened. He told me that I should tell James, Sirius and Peter. I did (reluctantly) and, as I had expected, they were horrified. I see now, years later that Sirius suspected me. Him and James exchanged strange looks, when I first explained about Voldemort.
They were a little worried, but James soon acted normal, and Sirius was acting the same as he usually did, after a few days, so I suppose James convinced him that I was trustworthy. I wouldn't have been able to bear it if they hadn't trusted me. James, Sirius and Peter were my only friends, and I wasn't likely to find anyone else that understanding. I mean, how many people would want a werewolf for a friend? But it had happened, and I knew that Voldemort would try it again, possibly with Harriet. I couldn't risk that happening.
"You're absolutely right about Harriet" I replied to Dumbledore. "But where can she go? It's not as if she can attend Hogwarts properly, you'll just get caught and Harriet really will be…killed this time. They won't let her escape a third time!"
"Yes, but what can we do? She isn't safe from Voldemort out in a cave, like you, Sirius, and I can't think of any other suggestions."
"I know!" said Mundungus Fletcher. "She can come to Hogwarts, she'll be perfectly safe here. But she can't go to her lessons in case Malfoy finds out. Nobody will know where she is if she stays hidden here. And the teachers can help her keep up with her education. I mean, the Ministry may disagree, but I think even a werewolf should be well educated.
"What do you mean 'even' a werewolf. It shouldn't be a special case, like something unusual, and freakish. Look at me. I am a werewolf. I am human. That is what I have to tell myself day after day. I have to convince myself that whatever else I may be I am human!" I got really wound up. I knew Mundungus was better than most wizards at accepting our kind, but nobody seems to stop slightly fearing me, even when hey know and trust me. It's just what wizards are taught. I was told that werewolves were bad, and vicious, when I was a small child, until I was bitten, when everyone told me I couldn't help it, and that I was normal the rest o the time. It was very confusing.
I was out in the woods playing hide and seek with my older brother, Romulus. It got dark, but that just made the game more exciting. I was only five. I couldn't see, because of the trees, but it was a full moon. I heard a low, mournful howl, and wondered what it was. Probably an owl, I thought, but still I was scared. I was only five. Then I heard Romulus scream, which really scared me, and I looked around for him. The screaming stopped, but the howling continued. Suddenly I saw a greyish brown hairy face push through the bushes, and straight at me.
That was all I remembered, until I woke up in the morning. I didn't know where I was. Everywhere was white, and there were rows and rows of beds. I had a bandage on my left leg, which was very painful
"Good morning Remus. I hope you are feeling a little better today." said a woman in white robes.
"Y-y-yes." I replied. "Who are you?"
"I am Dr Gibson. This is St Mungo's hospital." I noticed that my parents were nearby, and my mother was trying not to cry.
"What's happening? Why am I here? I'm not ill am I? I don't feel sick!"
Dr Gibson pulled a strange face, and took in a deep breath. I see now what was happening, but I was only five, and didn't understand.
"Remus, you see that bandage on your leg." I nodded. "It is a bite, you have been bitten by a werewolf. When someone is bitten by-"
I gasped. I already knew. Most wizarding children knew about werewolves, and now I understood, that since I had been bitten, I was one. Dr Gibson continued speaking.
"They become a werewolf them self. You are a-"
"Werewolf." I finished. "I know that. I'm not stupid Doctor. I know about werewolves." It seemed strange. I felt as though I was exactly the same person as I had been the day before, but someone was telling me that I wasn't, that I was a werewolf. I didn't believe him. And I told her so. "I am not a werewolf. They're bad, monsters. I am not a hairy monster, OK!?"