Prologue 3: Remus J. Lupin

Remus awoke in a cold sweat. The same nightmare terrorized his dreams every night. A high pitched cackle, James screamin something, and then blackness. He didn't understand why it scared him so much. There had to be more to it.

He got up and walked into the bathroom across the hall. There were only a few days left until the full moon. Remus looked at himself in the mirror. He had dark circles under his eyes, evidence of his troubled sleep. His eyes were dark, not black, but very dark. He had straight, brown hair that went down to his shoulders. He usually casually shook it out of his eyes, so that it looked almost parted, but not quite formally so. His neck wasn't very muscular at all, unlike James or Sirius his Adam's Apple wasn't prominent. He had grown in a mustache, not a thick mustache, not a paper thin one either. He had sideburns down to his jaw, but he had no beard. His frame wasn't too muscular, but his arms were very much so.

Remus walked back into his room and sat behind his drumset. He saw the moon outside of his window.

"Why was I bitten?"