Remus J. Lupin was not your average man. He was a werewolf with a mind that was filled with the dark secrets of old age. His dulling blue eyes now looked upon the world with a sort of awe instead of fear. He had began to notice the little things in his fading youth; the soft cooing of the dove, the vibrant green of spring's leaves, and the passion of a lover's kiss. When he reflected upon his past life he realized he had wanted what he always had. It was so obvious to him now that back then he had a reason for a living, a way to succeeded in life, and more than anything he had a family, a family that wanted to love him. But he was blinded by the curse he chose to be haunting. It had consumed him so thoroughly his family was beginning to question who he really was. His voice no longer held the soft gentle ways of the old Remus. It was vicious and gruff, a mere memory of the old way. He had lost himself along the way.
Now here he stood, sad and free the bittersweet past nipping at his heels. He had returned to the Burrow just this year, to find it burned to the ground. Perhaps I'm mistaken and they have just moved away, he thought to himself not wanting to realize the sick truth. So he went in search of his history, trudging back to the place that held most of the memories that were dear to him, Hogwarts.
The castle stood just like it always had, no sign of the horribly massacre could be witnessed from the façade alone. He studied the looming towers with such interest, nothing had changed! On the inside, he was rejoicing. But on the outside his face remained as indifferent as ever. Walking into the building simply warmed his heart, but the feeling skittered away as quickly as it had come. On the floor in front of him lay the bodies of the innocent student population. Some of their heads lay off to the side, while some didn't have any appendages. There seemed to be blood everywhere, he could not escape it. Turning around every corner, some unrecognizable twisted body lay strewn across the floor. He panicked; racing for the teachers lounge while side-stepping random body parts that blocked his path. What had happened here? Who in their right mind would do such a thing? The name Voldemort flashed across his eyes, but it couldn't be him, Harry had vanquished that shit a long time ago.
At last! His heart leapt as he reached the large oak door. He knocked politely. No answer. He rapped again this time less timid. Still no answer. Growing bold he pushed open the door completely. It was the stench that caught him off guard at first. The smell of rotting flesh was strong in this room. He meagerly stepped into the hallway, nothing bloody lay here just the strong essence of something decaying. He investigated further reaching the small commons of the staff rooms. It was here that he realized what was rotting. In the middle of the floor lay Professor McGonagol. Her once neat and prim hair was disheveled lying across her robe clad shoulders. Her intestines dribbled slowly out of her slashed stomach and her glasses had been knocked on to the floor. Whoever did this must have done it soon? Maybe the culprit was even in the building.
Remus quickly turned away and sped from the room to the Great Hall. As he flew down the corridor something caught his ears, laughter. It was an insane deep pitched laughter coming from somewhere up head.