Note: I wrote this chapter a few weeks ago, but never put it up. Whoops. I'm back at school now, so there's a lot on my plate. I have written a bit since then, but it's on an original story of mine, and later chapters of this. I have it pretty much all planed out, I just need to write it.

P.S.: I changed the chapter names so it's easier for me to keep track of what I've posted.

Remus's Story

Soon after, Remus became his old self again. James seemed fine, even happier, now that he felt like Remus trusted him more. But not everyone seemed too cheerful. Sirius seemed to become closer to James and further from Remus, even though they still were great friends. Peter, on the other hand, seemed scared of Remus, and made excuses not to be around him. One night after dinner, Remus sat down next to me in the common room. Peter immediately began babbling: "I have to finish Professor Vernes's essay on Color-Change Charms... in the library... bye."

Sirius glanced at Peter shuffling up his spare parchments and quills. "But that's not due 'till next week! Peter, I have never seen you trying to get ahead with your homework."

"Same," said James, looking oddly at Peter. "What's wrong, mate?"

"I know what's wrong," growled Remus. "Me," he finished grabbing his books, and started to walk up to the boy's dormitory.

That left us shocked, as none of us had ever seen Remus lose his temper before. Peter sat back down, looking ashamed. "Peter," I said, beginning to lose my own temper, "its just Remus. He's no different then before," I lowered my voice slightly, "now that we know the truth."

"Aren't you scared? He's really strong... and what if he bit one of us!" squeaked Peter.

"He wouldn't waste his time biting you," I said, and followed Remus.

I found Remus sitting on his bed reading something on a piece of parchment. "My aunt was right," Remus said when he saw me, a fake grin on his face, "I never should have come to Hogwarts."

"What?" I said, "Who told you shouldn't come to Hogwarts?"

"My aunt Silvia. My mum's sister. She never trusted me. She wouldn't let me visit her or even meet my two cousins," he said sadly. "She thought I would bite someone here, or something. She told my mum not to trust a werewolf. After that, she wasn't allowed visit. But she sent me this note. One of my cousins is a third year Slytherin. I don't know who it is though, not even his last name," he picked up his aunt's letter. "I brought this so I could prove her wrong... I failed miserably. She said I wouldn't make any friends, and if I did, they would leave me when they found out what I am."

"You must have it bad," I said, feeling really sorry for Remus.

"Not all the time," he flashed the fake grin again. "There are perks... like... an instant excuse for anything I don't want to go to... as long as it's full moon."

I smiled weakly. "Tell me how you were..." I started, but stopped when I realized it might be really painful for him to talk about how he was turned into a werewolf. "Sorry..." I muttered.

"No. I'll tell you. I've never told anyone before. My dad was a Muggle named John Stuart. My middle name is John because of him. He was going to marry my mum, but she told him she was a witch, and he left her, pregnant with his kids."

"Kids?" I interrupted. "What?"

"Twins. Who my mother named Remus and Romulus."

"Oh, I get it now. Continue."

"Thanks. Er... Romulus died when we were very small. He had always been sick. I don't remember him at all. So it was just mum and I. She had a small, underpaid job at a store in a village that was five miles away from the cabin where mum and I live. It's really small, but really pretty there. And there are a lot of wizards in the town. I used to be friends with some of the kids. Until I was bitten.

"I was four when it happened. Mum had heard rumors of a werewolf in the area. So she wouldn't let me out one night when she was going to work. It was full moon. I told you once I had a cat, and I do. He went out though the window, and I thought he wasn't allowed out either, so I unlocked the door and followed him.

"There's a big forest near our house. I chased Merlin- that's my cat- into the forest, and that's when I saw the werewolf. He was huge, with black fur all over, with huge red eyes. It was so scary... I was only very small. I tried to run, but my feet seemed frozen in place. Merlin hissed at him, and the werewolf looked at me. I don't know really what happened next, but next thing I knew, I was in the hospital.

"The Healer was really nice. She asked me if I knew what happened when werewolves bit people. I told her I didn't know, and she said that I was a werewolf too. I didn't believe her, because to me werewolves were... you know, wolves. I had to stay there the whole month, until the full moon.

"The first time I transformed was horrible. Like someone was pulling my skin in different directions... Later I read that during a werewolf's first transformation, almost every bone in its body is broken, and healed by the next day. It was awful, feeling all this pain, and then feeling something else surface in your own brain, taking you over... wanting to bite people.

"Some people think that werewolves can control themselves when they transform, but we can't. It's like... I don't know, there are two minds inside my head, a human's and a wolf's. Most of the time the human is in control, but the wolf takes over at full moon. He's there, though, all the time. I can feel him, but when the moon isn't full, I'm in control. It's scary sometimes, knowing that my body isn't always really mine. I'm just there at full moon, the wolf controls.

"I'm scared of the full moon, I can't stand to even see pictures of it. The wolf is always there... waiting to come out again. He makes some of my senses stronger- I can hear and smell things better than most people. Not mush compensation, though. I told you I used to be friends with some of the wizard children in the village near where I lived. I had to make excuses to why I couldn't go out on days after full moon, because I always felt awful after them, because I have no one to bite but myself. I eventually told them, and they were scared of me, and I didn't want to be friends with anyone else, just in case. I don't want anyone to be afraid of me; I don't want to hurt anyone. I'll understand if Peter doesn't-"

I interrupted for the fist time in a long while: "Don't mind Peter. If he's scared of you for no reason, then he doesn't deserve to be your friend."

"Thank you, Juliet," said Remus quietly. "I'm going to go back down to the common room and get the rest of my stuff, and do my work up here. Would you stay?"

I nodded, and he went down. I looked at the bed and saw Remus's aunt's letter. Let's see what she had to say, I thought, and picked up the letter:

Remus, (she wrote)

I heard that you got into Hogwarts, and I am very displeased that Albus Dumbledore let you in. He seems like the worst thing that ever happened to Hogwarts, and now he lets a werewolf in! It's ludicrous. You should never trust a werewolf, and that's what I got stuck with for a nephew: a werewolf. I don't trust you, Remus, and no one else should. Not the students or teachers. Any friends you make will be scared of you if you tell them, or angry that you hid the fact that you are a bloodthirsty monster at full moon from them. If you don't tell them, you'll feel guilty, or they'll work it out. Normal wizard children get accepted to Hogwarts because they're smart. You got in because Dumbledore feels sorry for you. I am writing this letter because I don't think you should go to Hogwarts. You will be putting students in danger, and I wouldn't be surprised if you were expelled. You shouldn't have been accepted in the first place, and I hope that you think about refusing to go. You could be a sensible boy, if you weren't what you are, so listen to me. Do you want to be guilty of murdering or injuring a fellow student?

Your aunt, Silvia.

"She doesn't sound very nice," I said softly to myself.

"I know," said Remus, who I hadn't noticed entering.

"Sorry, Remus. It was there and I wanted to see-"

"Don't worry about it," he said with a grin (a real one this time), and we started to work.

Peter didn't seem to be frightened of Remus anymore, but I was a little suspicious still. I didn't trust Peter as much as the other Marauders, although I realized that he hadn't killed anyone yet, and shouldn't be blamed. It was just that I had always hated this figure 'Wormtail' and now that I knew him personally, he didn't seem so bad. Sure, he was a little weird, he wasn't bad yet, and I began to wonder what changed him.

I soon saw what it was, or at least, the start of it. After his little encounter with a full-grown werewolf, he seemed to latch onto James and Sirius for protection from everything. He didn't really fear Remus anymore, but he seemed to like the fact that if people knew the truth about him, they'd be scared. No one else seemed to notice this, and I decided to keep it to myself.

Note: Don't hate Peter, hate the wizard he's become. Juliet is only getting that now. I like the next chapter so much I am posting a preview. If you don't want a preview, stop reading now.

"The boy with glasses! The tall one with long hair! You know, Potter and Black!" screamed McGonagall.

"Huh?"

"Short one with blonde hair! Brown hair- Pettigrew and Lupin!"

"Who are...?"

"Your FRIENDS, idiot girl!"

"Which are...?"

"Friends! Partners in crime! What ever you want to call them!"