A Conversation With A Werewolf

".....They're called stitches Molly,......,"said Arthur Weasley explaining to his wife, who was on the verge of exploding. One by one their children slowly left to avoid the seen.

Remus Lupin remained in the room , but decided otherwise on staying for a fight. Earlier Arthur had told him about the werewolf in the room. He made his way across the room veering towards the man, who looked rather ill, and alone.

"Merry Christmas!," greeted Remus cheerily. The man turned to the opposite side of Remus.

"You don't want to talk to me," he stated.

"Why not? It's Christmas be merry! Nothing could go wrong today-"

"Your wrong. Don't spread your cheer over here," interrupted the man.

"My , my very grumpy are we? Bites aren't all that bad , it could be worse-"

"Did you see my clipboard, " he began nudging towards the end of the bed. Remus shook his head. "I'm a werewolf." The man paused. Remus didn't move, "Well, I hope you get well soon-"

"Look go away before I bite you!," the man threatened.

Remus chuckled, " That would be a waste of time, and wouldn't effect me."

The man gave a confused look. "It's about two weeks away from the full moon isn't it?," asked Remus looking out the window.

Remus looked back at the man and smiled. The man finally put two and two together.

"Your a werewolf too?," asked the man surprised . Remus nodded.

"When did you get bit?," asked the man eagerly.

"When I was a very young boy," answered Remus. The werewolf looked so excited. Everything he wanted to know, what he would feel , everything he could ask to this man, he thought. Remus looked as though he read his mind.

"You know life goes on? While it might be tough.... at least you've lived most of your life a wizard." With that Remus looked down. For that on instance Remus felt something he'd hadn't felt since he was younger. A combination of jealousy, and anger hit him quickly. But then he remembered. He remembered when he boarded the Hogwarts Express, at age eleven. He remembered meeting a boy with messed up hair and glasses, and a boy with dark black hair that fell straight. He remembered all the tricks they played, the times the disobeyed Dumbledore by becoming animagi's , the Marauder's Map, and the Shrieking Shack. He remembered they didn't care when they found out that he wasn't really visiting his sick mother every month, and that he was a monster. They didn't care, because he was their friend.

Remus and the man began talking, about everything. Life, books on werewolves, their rights, their fears, and what they still wanted to do.

Yes, though he had met many other werewolves in his life, this was a conversation with a werewolf that he wouldn't forget.

Author's mad ramblings

Well I know it's short ,and kinda sappy...

but I hope you enjoyed it! I had been racking my brain every since I read p507. I mean what did he talk about with that new werewolf?

Anyway , hope you like it!

~cupcake~