The Truth About Remus
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The Truth About Remus
…every month he told naught but lies - excuses about his absences,
fairy tales - but only I knew what was really happening with him…
By M.A. Raie

Summary: Remus Lupin's sixth year at Hogwarts told from the point of view of his best friend since birth.
Disclaimer: Original content ©2003-2004 by M.A. Raie Publishings, all rights reserved.
M.A. Raie Publishings is in no way associated with J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., or any official entity. M.A. Raie Publishings is committed to upholding the copyright law and does not take any credit for the characters, objects or places created by J.K. Rowling.
In other words, I don't own Jo Rowling's world, I just get to play in it.
Rating: TBA

The Truth About Remus
Introduction

"We were only six years old," I began explaining, wringing my fingers together nervously. "It's a terrible thing for a five year old to endure…and was all my fault. I should have been bitten…not him…but, heh, Remus the Hero, Remus the Brave. He saved me that night. He saved me, but brought upon himself a burden he could have never imagined…"

It was a warm summer night. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was a full, yellow ball of light. Remus and I were in his front yard, lying in the dewy summer grass, talking after playing a game of hide-and-go-seek.

"What should we do now, Anistasia," he asked as his mother's face disappeared from the common room window.

"I told you not to call me that," I said, playing with the cool grass, "Its Stacey. I hate the name Anistasia. Its too long and hard to spell."

"I like it."

"Well, then, you can have it."

He laughed, "But it is a girl's name."

He managed to follow that comment with a boyish noise of disgust. I looked at him, scowling. My scowl turned quickly into a smile.

"Hey, look Remus! A doggie," I stood and called, "Here doggie! Here boy!"

Remus tapped me on the shoulder, "I don't like the way that dog looks."

The dog walked towards my voice slowly, and then broke put into a run. I was frozen, staring at its glowing red eyes when Remus stepped in front of me. The dog jumped on Remus and sunk its razor-sharp teeth into his shoulder. I screamed and hit the beast as hard as I could with every part of me that I could swing. Suddenly the dog lifted its head. Remus' blood was dripping from its fangs. I screamed an even longer, shriller scream as it ran off. I kneeled beside my friend.

"Anistasia," he sobbed, "save me. It hurts…"

We were both crying. Hearing my scream, Remus' parents ran out of the house and up to us. Remus' father was the first to see his wound.

"Honey, take Anistasia home please," Mr. Lupin said to his wife as he scooped Remus into his arms.

Mrs. Lupin had to carry me home. That night, I couldn't get to sleep at all. I sat in my window, staring at Remus' bedroom window. The blinds were closed, but there were figures moving in and out of his room all night; their shadows were cast against the white blinds. There were probably three or four different people tending to him.

"I will never forget that night. I can still see it as vividly in my mind as if it were yesterday, as you can tell. Nothing can make me forget it. It is like a nightmare that has been played over and over in my mind for the last ten years. There is one thing that I have found out from all of this, and its that…"