Chapter 1
I was born December 14th, 1966, a healthy little wizard in Northern England, where my parents had settled down to. My distinguishing features have changed little since then. Bright amber eyes and a full head of rich light brown hair. Though the one that accompanied me looked like something else entirely. My twin brother, Romulas, had dark blue eyes and dark brown hair, which he inherited from my father. In my opinion, i look more like my mother.
Romulas was bigger than i, not only in birth, but all through my childhood, and the thick brute wouldnt hesitate to call me Runty Remus....Bless his heart. But im getting carried away with myself.
Within all the confusion of the double births, when they had really only expected one child, they had to muster two names. Though i was born first (which i remind Romulas frequently), they named him before i. Romulas Petre Lupin, afterr my Grandmother (i reminded him of that often), and named myself Remus Joel Lupin. It was decided then, i found out much later, that i would be the heir to the family wealth. For some reason, even as i did understand that as time progressed , i found that i cared little about the Galleons awaiting me.
From pictures, i know my infant life was little more than an omen of things to come. The bigger of us, my dear Romulas, was dominant in everything we did. Wether it be who got what item to play with during our leisure time, or who could eat the fastest at dinner. I myself developed many a stomach ache trying to perfect my shoveling ability, but the big ox always outdid me. Let me say here i love Romulas dearly, more now that i dont see him every day than before, as aweful as that may sound.
My earliest memory would have to be the trip to visit my great aunt Launi. I mustve been 3 or four at the time, and i do believe my mother was pregnant again. We headed to the French Countryside to Berdette manner, a large ...dusty home. I remember my first impression of aunt Launi. I was sure she had to be the oldest woman walking the earth.
Her skin was completely sagging as if it were to melt off the bones. Her lips looked soggy, the bright scarlet lipstick fitting into all the stretches and folds of her mouth. She kissed what seemed to be a raisin design on my cheek when she picked me up, as i was quite the skinny child. She couldnt pick up Romulas, which should have cued me that he would have it in for me on this little trip.
My parents set me in the common room across from my brother, who began to throw pieces of wrapped chocolate at me. I hadnt understood that they werent gifts, but merely weapons to launch at my head, and ate them. That began my little chocolate obsession , i do believe. But where sugar would have made me hyper, i became extremly sleeping and nodded off with an elementary childrens book in my hand.
A wand had been left on the coffeetable. Romulas saw this, and of course took advantage of the situation, coming over to wear i lay. He didnt know any of the chants, but still, something should have happened when he shook it hard enough. A puff of smoke even. But nothing did. When i awoke, he was in fits with the damn thing, shaking it wildly and growling at it.
"Oh, let me see." I said. I took it from him, began to shake it wildly, and sure enough, the entire floor was littered with daisys. Great Aunt Launi and my parents came int othe room. Romulas snatched the wand away and tried to shake the splinters out of it, Nothing happened.
"Give it to your brother, Romy." My mother said. He did , reluctantly, and i shook it. Tulips shot out of the end, covering Romulas in flowers.
"How perfectly brilliant!" My father cheered, lifting me up into his arms. "My little Remy is going to be an excellent Wizard someday!"
But my mother had Romy, who was crying, and patted his back lovingly. I remember , cruelly enough, finding this news dreadfully funny. Romulas was a Squib. How perfect! Soon his brute strength would be no match for a flick of my wrist with a good wand. As a young child, i looked forward to the day where i could defend myself agaisnt my larger sibling. As an adult, i realize how truly childish i was.
My sister, Renee, was born shortly after this, perhaps five or six months. She was the spitting image of Gwyndolyn, which frightened my father just a little. Gwyndolyn wasnt hideous. No , she was quite beautiful, but a nutter...bless her heart.
Renee took a liking to me immediately, and by my sixth birthday, had already become accustomed to attaching herself at my hip. In every picture of me, shes there. It was fun for a while to be idolized like that. I didnt pretend to loath it because in truth i didnt. After a while it was a bit irritating, but i never let her on to that. Romulas had taken not to talking to me at all, completely shut me out of everything he was doing or thinking, and we had never had the bond that most twins share. We were indifferent to one another completely.
I had taken to the splendid muggle invention, the Piano. My mother, who had played quite frequently before i was born, sat me down with Romulas every evening, and teach us keys. Romulas ussually lost interest about five minutes into the lesson, so she would set him near Renee and come back to me, as i was pounding nonsence on the keys. By the age of eight i could play rather difficult pieces on the piano, mind you i practiced everyday, and even in my sleep , tapping my fingers in the air and invisioning the keys.
Renee wasnt a squib, which infuriated my brother to no end. He found constant ways to mar me with threats and her with insults. But i do not blame him for what happened to me.
Perhaps, though, i should..
I was born December 14th, 1966, a healthy little wizard in Northern England, where my parents had settled down to. My distinguishing features have changed little since then. Bright amber eyes and a full head of rich light brown hair. Though the one that accompanied me looked like something else entirely. My twin brother, Romulas, had dark blue eyes and dark brown hair, which he inherited from my father. In my opinion, i look more like my mother.
Romulas was bigger than i, not only in birth, but all through my childhood, and the thick brute wouldnt hesitate to call me Runty Remus....Bless his heart. But im getting carried away with myself.
Within all the confusion of the double births, when they had really only expected one child, they had to muster two names. Though i was born first (which i remind Romulas frequently), they named him before i. Romulas Petre Lupin, afterr my Grandmother (i reminded him of that often), and named myself Remus Joel Lupin. It was decided then, i found out much later, that i would be the heir to the family wealth. For some reason, even as i did understand that as time progressed , i found that i cared little about the Galleons awaiting me.
From pictures, i know my infant life was little more than an omen of things to come. The bigger of us, my dear Romulas, was dominant in everything we did. Wether it be who got what item to play with during our leisure time, or who could eat the fastest at dinner. I myself developed many a stomach ache trying to perfect my shoveling ability, but the big ox always outdid me. Let me say here i love Romulas dearly, more now that i dont see him every day than before, as aweful as that may sound.
My earliest memory would have to be the trip to visit my great aunt Launi. I mustve been 3 or four at the time, and i do believe my mother was pregnant again. We headed to the French Countryside to Berdette manner, a large ...dusty home. I remember my first impression of aunt Launi. I was sure she had to be the oldest woman walking the earth.
Her skin was completely sagging as if it were to melt off the bones. Her lips looked soggy, the bright scarlet lipstick fitting into all the stretches and folds of her mouth. She kissed what seemed to be a raisin design on my cheek when she picked me up, as i was quite the skinny child. She couldnt pick up Romulas, which should have cued me that he would have it in for me on this little trip.
My parents set me in the common room across from my brother, who began to throw pieces of wrapped chocolate at me. I hadnt understood that they werent gifts, but merely weapons to launch at my head, and ate them. That began my little chocolate obsession , i do believe. But where sugar would have made me hyper, i became extremly sleeping and nodded off with an elementary childrens book in my hand.
A wand had been left on the coffeetable. Romulas saw this, and of course took advantage of the situation, coming over to wear i lay. He didnt know any of the chants, but still, something should have happened when he shook it hard enough. A puff of smoke even. But nothing did. When i awoke, he was in fits with the damn thing, shaking it wildly and growling at it.
"Oh, let me see." I said. I took it from him, began to shake it wildly, and sure enough, the entire floor was littered with daisys. Great Aunt Launi and my parents came int othe room. Romulas snatched the wand away and tried to shake the splinters out of it, Nothing happened.
"Give it to your brother, Romy." My mother said. He did , reluctantly, and i shook it. Tulips shot out of the end, covering Romulas in flowers.
"How perfectly brilliant!" My father cheered, lifting me up into his arms. "My little Remy is going to be an excellent Wizard someday!"
But my mother had Romy, who was crying, and patted his back lovingly. I remember , cruelly enough, finding this news dreadfully funny. Romulas was a Squib. How perfect! Soon his brute strength would be no match for a flick of my wrist with a good wand. As a young child, i looked forward to the day where i could defend myself agaisnt my larger sibling. As an adult, i realize how truly childish i was.
My sister, Renee, was born shortly after this, perhaps five or six months. She was the spitting image of Gwyndolyn, which frightened my father just a little. Gwyndolyn wasnt hideous. No , she was quite beautiful, but a nutter...bless her heart.
Renee took a liking to me immediately, and by my sixth birthday, had already become accustomed to attaching herself at my hip. In every picture of me, shes there. It was fun for a while to be idolized like that. I didnt pretend to loath it because in truth i didnt. After a while it was a bit irritating, but i never let her on to that. Romulas had taken not to talking to me at all, completely shut me out of everything he was doing or thinking, and we had never had the bond that most twins share. We were indifferent to one another completely.
I had taken to the splendid muggle invention, the Piano. My mother, who had played quite frequently before i was born, sat me down with Romulas every evening, and teach us keys. Romulas ussually lost interest about five minutes into the lesson, so she would set him near Renee and come back to me, as i was pounding nonsence on the keys. By the age of eight i could play rather difficult pieces on the piano, mind you i practiced everyday, and even in my sleep , tapping my fingers in the air and invisioning the keys.
Renee wasnt a squib, which infuriated my brother to no end. He found constant ways to mar me with threats and her with insults. But i do not blame him for what happened to me.
Perhaps, though, i should..