Past and Present
When Remus thought of the young one, he couldn't help but think of himself. He remembered his own bite as if it were yesterday.
He had been five then, just a small boy. His parents were out at a party and he was being watched by his older brother Romulus. Something had pounded at the door, and he went to answer it, expecting it to be his father, who had forgotten his keys.
It was, instead the wolf. It howled and chased after him, bit and scratched him. His brother Romulus went after the wolf, trying to get it away from Remus, but failing in the attempt. The wolf simply changed it's focus, and went after Romulus. His neighbors saw the wolf and managed to shoot it half a dozen times.
The wolf fell, lifeless and cold upon the stone tiles. It had been, in life a beggar to whom Remus had, just the week before, given some of his pocket money to. His name was Al, but that didn't matter now. All he was now was a corpse.
Remus' father and mother were shocked. They had two sons beaten up, scratched and bitten by a werewolf and their neighbors had became murders. True, they could not blame them for the actions that saved their sons, but the man had no control over himself. It just wasn't fair. The man didn't deserve that. Their sons didn't deserve it either though. Now they were like him.
His brother Romulus had died after the attack. He was awarded the Order of Merlin First Class for his actions that night, but even that could not save him.
That had been many years ago, but yet fresh in his memory. That night had changed everything. But this night had, perhaps changed things more. He was the young wolf then, and now he was going to a new wolf, to see what help he could give.