Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters (Remus Lupin so far). They belong to J.K Rowling, a wonderful author.
Dedications: I'd like to dedicate this whole story that I'm going to be writing, to one of my bestest best friends: Eve. And to a few other good friends (you know who you are).
Remus Lupin's child life
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May, twenty-third, 1970
Not the best of days really. Mum and Dad are fighting now, and it's nearly nine at night. They've been going on like this for a long time, half an hour I think. I'm not sure why they're fighting...but it dosen't sound good. All I can do is hope that it stops. I can hear Mum screaming from my room. They've been at eachother's throats since last month, nearly thrice a week, and I think it's something bad, really bad.
The young boy felt his hand shaking when he wrote, and eventually had to stop. He was laying down on his bed, with his journal and quill in his hand. His mother had reminded him countless times to not write on his bed, unless he wanted to spill ink on his sheets. The room he was in, was pretty plain, nothing out of the ordinary.
Well, there was the exception of books on shelves all around his room, from random authors, and the themes ranged from Mystery, to Poetry. When you were pretty secluded from the world around you, you had to make do with something, so ten-year old Remus Lupin chose books to explore the outer edges of the world, and the inner heart of souls, through countless books.
Other than the books though, there was a faded green carpet on his wooden floor, that only covered the place next to his bed, and a side-table that lay on the left side of his bed. Remus had a few windows that let the sun shine through, when the curtains weren't down. The size of his room was fairly normal for a boy his age, no bigger than usual. His dresser was at the opposite side of the room from his bed, and it was made out of a cherry red wood, with some papers ontop of it -a collection of Remus' attempts at poetry and drawings-, and a few books as well.
Remus put the top back onto his ink bottle, and placed the bottle, quill, and journal, carefully onto his side-table, before turning over onto his back and staring up at the white ceiling. Taking a deep breath, and after five minutes, he sat up on his bed, and stared at the door. His Mother and Father were still fighting, and he could hear some objects smashing to the ground, and against the wall. Even though he was used to this, the thought of his Mother or Father getting hurt, brought tears to his eyes.
Hopping off of his bed, the boy headed towards his door, just as he heard a door slam, and heavy footsteps heading down the hallway towards his room. Remus froze, and waited.
The doorknob on his door twisted, and the door was flung open. In the doorway, his Father stood, as still as stone, and Remus could hear sobbing a few rooms down. "Where's Moth-" "Get your clothes and suitcase, we're going, Remus," his father said strictly, staring down at his son with a look that said not to ask any questions.
He nodded and turned around, confused, worried, and almost about to burst into tears. He hated the sound of his Mother crying. The door closed, and he could hear footsteps walking back down the hallway, before a scream sounded from his parent's room, and the crying ceased.
Remus was aware of his arms and hands that were shaking uncontrollably, when he realized what his Father had done. Only a few words could kill someone when you were a wizard, and that was what his father was. A full wizard.
Walking over to his dresser, Remus pulled out his clothes, and stuffed them into his suitcase quickly, hearing for the third time, his Father's footsteps coming down the hallway, but passing his room, and walking down the stairs. The boy felt tears stinging his eyes, and he closed the suitcase with a muted snap.
Remus left the case there though, and walked to the door after regaining composure of his shaking legs. He opened the door and walked down the hall that had rooms bordering each side, for guests, until he reached his parent's room.
The sight infront of him made him let out sobs that he had been holding inside him for a long time. What else could he do? His Mother was dead, his Father had killed her with a simple spell, and she had been defenceless, because she was a Muggle, and couldn't do anything to stop the spell.
"Oh, Mother," he whispered, choking on his tears and walking over to her lifeless body that was laying on the ground.
Remus took her cold hand in his own two smaller hands, and lay down next to her on the floor, letting his tears flow down his cheeks quietly. "I hate Father. I wish he was dead, not you, you never did anything to deserve death, Mother," he whispered after a few minutes, with his face turned to look at his Mother's face.
He didn't notice the figure that had stopped infront of the doorway as he had said those words to his Mother's lifeless figure on the ground.
"Hate me, do you?" Mr. Lupin said, and in his tone, the young boy could hear anger, definate anger.
Remus jumped to his feet, letting his Mother's hand fall to the ground in a thump, hearing his Father's voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I-I..." Remus trailed off, and stepped back. Right now was not the best time to get his Father angry.
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Please R/R, don't flame me...it's my first attempt at writing a story mainly about one character, so advice would be nice! Um, and I know it's sorta short, I'll try and make the second chapter longer, hehe. Thanks for reading!