Hello everyone! This is the first Harry Potter fic, I've decided to post. Well technically I guess this is more of a drabble. It's about 300 words long, just about Remus Lupin. Lupin is telling himself he's still here, after everything that's happened, and he questions his life and the things in it….

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter.

I'm Still Here

He stared out the window, it was sunny out, but it could be pouring it made no difference to him. He got like this every once in a while, mostly when the time of the month came around when he began feeling weak. Depression, that's what James always, accused him. Maybe he was right, maybe, maybe not. He sighed knowing that to the casual observer there would appear to be nothing wrong, or even nothing unnatural about him. Yet he felt what happened when his secret was revealed. He felt them recoil in disgust or horror, he saw their eyes harden or become clouded. It wasn't fair. He was accepted in some places for who he is, but never truly accepted anywhere because of what he is.

He watched the three teens laughing together outside, a small weak smile flitted across his prematurely lined face. They were outside enjoying themselves. As they should, he thought. His childhood seemed nonexistent now, he got bitten when he was young, that zapped any childhood he really had. His parents wouldn't let him play with his friends, he was too dangerous, and not that any of their parents would want one of those things near their children. It was as if his life was over before it begun, he thought wryly.

It was almost was over, but he was still here. "I'm still here," he murmured. Thanks to Albus Dumbledore, he had a job for a short while; he was fine at the moment. Albus had given him a chance at an education, something few would have done. Thanks to him he had friends, James, Sirius. Things got messy once they found out, and every time he had to leave in order to keep the students safe he couldn't help wondering. If they were friends with him just because of the fact he was a werewolf, or because they truly liked him. Nonsense, no one would like a person just because they were…cursed.

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