A/n I will start every chapter off with an authors note Thank you my 2
faithful reviewers! Anyways on with the plot!!!
Ten year old Remus Lupin sat up in his bed, tears of fear still wet on his cheeks, he had had the dream again
"Papa where are we going?" Remus asked tentatively, they where walking though a forest, dark and shrouded in mystery
"My little Remus, we are going to go camping" Mark loved to see his son happy, though the boy was a terrible introvert.
" Really Papa? Are we really going camping" the excitement was evident on his face.
" Yes, Remus we are going camping." He nodded his head as he stopped on the path, trying not to give away his surprise for his son.
" Really Papa? Thank you! Thank you so much! You are the best papa ever!"
They continued walking farther down the path but when they reached a campground where there would be food and music they instead found a few bloody tents and a mangled body or two.
" Oh Papa. this is horrible, what happened here."
" I do not know Remus, I do not."
Mark Lupin cut off with a scream as the wolf tore is throat out, it then turned to Remus, and walked closer it maw bloodstained.
" Boy! You get up now! Go cut the Lawn and degnome the garden! Its already 5 a.m. you are behind boy!
" I am coming Aunt Serene"
Despite her name Remus' aunt was anything but serene, she was always angry and drinking, her whip was always close at hand along hit the stinging blows and knives. Remus was a abused child, and he was a werewolf.
He got up out of his bed, if you could call it that, it was an old burlap sack filled with hay, but today was his eleventh birthday and nothing could bring him down, not even if Aunt Serene lashed him.
And so his day began, first he curt the lawn and degnomed the garden then cooked his aunt breakfast amid the tacks of national geographic magazines and strange envelopes thick with a large letter. They all had bottle green ink and her addressed to him. " Aunt Serene what are these letters?"
" They are Rubbish from some school. you don't need schooling you need an attitude adjustment!" and with that she slapped his sharply across the face and he crumpled to the ground his werewolf sense reeling from the sharp blow.
Remus just closed his eyes and thought of his dead father as he blocked out the pain.
Ten year old Remus Lupin sat up in his bed, tears of fear still wet on his cheeks, he had had the dream again
"Papa where are we going?" Remus asked tentatively, they where walking though a forest, dark and shrouded in mystery
"My little Remus, we are going to go camping" Mark loved to see his son happy, though the boy was a terrible introvert.
" Really Papa? Are we really going camping" the excitement was evident on his face.
" Yes, Remus we are going camping." He nodded his head as he stopped on the path, trying not to give away his surprise for his son.
" Really Papa? Thank you! Thank you so much! You are the best papa ever!"
They continued walking farther down the path but when they reached a campground where there would be food and music they instead found a few bloody tents and a mangled body or two.
" Oh Papa. this is horrible, what happened here."
" I do not know Remus, I do not."
Mark Lupin cut off with a scream as the wolf tore is throat out, it then turned to Remus, and walked closer it maw bloodstained.
" Boy! You get up now! Go cut the Lawn and degnome the garden! Its already 5 a.m. you are behind boy!
" I am coming Aunt Serene"
Despite her name Remus' aunt was anything but serene, she was always angry and drinking, her whip was always close at hand along hit the stinging blows and knives. Remus was a abused child, and he was a werewolf.
He got up out of his bed, if you could call it that, it was an old burlap sack filled with hay, but today was his eleventh birthday and nothing could bring him down, not even if Aunt Serene lashed him.
And so his day began, first he curt the lawn and degnomed the garden then cooked his aunt breakfast amid the tacks of national geographic magazines and strange envelopes thick with a large letter. They all had bottle green ink and her addressed to him. " Aunt Serene what are these letters?"
" They are Rubbish from some school. you don't need schooling you need an attitude adjustment!" and with that she slapped his sharply across the face and he crumpled to the ground his werewolf sense reeling from the sharp blow.
Remus just closed his eyes and thought of his dead father as he blocked out the pain.