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Summary: Exactly, how did Lupin get his job in Hogwarts? Why was he in the Hogwarts Express in the first place? What was his reaction in seeing Harry for the first time? If you read this story, perhaps these questions will be answered. (written in Lupin's POV)
Please note that this is FICTION and not REALITY. If what is written in this story does not match up with the actual events in the book, bear in mind this is FICTION. Thank you
-Candy Can3 Child
Through The Eyes of Remus Lupin
Chapter 1: I Need Help
I should be used to the fact that most people won't be so accepting of me, but why do I still get pained when people turn their nose up at me? Perhaps it has to do with the fact that I had three good and trusting friends when I was in school. I felt so secure and confident that nobody would care what I was as long as I was with them...Why am I still lingering on with them? My days as a Marauder are over, but try as I might to turn away from them, I still can't help thinking if things would be different if Peter never was such a weakling...
I look up at the bleeding London sky, yet another fruitless day passes by. All the goals I set up in my mind-find a job, get new robes, find a stable place to live in- to complete by the end of the day, not even one of them got accomplished. Well, perhaps I did find a stable place to live in. The Inn Keeper from the Leaky Cauldron has been nice enough to lend me a room, even if I haven't the money to pay him back. " Pay me later." He told me. Later...later, I'm afraid, will be a long time to come. After all, who would want to hire a half breed like me? A werewolf, who's prone to bite anyone?
Not knowing what to do, and since the day is over, I decide to go to bed. What went wrong in my previous job? I had a good job in the book shop near my childhood home. Perhaps I spent more time reading the books rather than selling them. Or perhaps...perhaps the owner decided to let me go because of my condition. The book shop was a good business, bringing in good money, but once I entered the income went down. My condition probably leaked out to the public, and the villigars felt safer to buy books at another place that didn't employ werewolves. So he fired me. Then I decided to leave to London to find another job, a new life even! Erase the black board and start over. But how can I , anyone in fact, erase a dark history like mine? A history that consists of watching two of your best friends die and one of them going to prison because of a murder.
Pretty soon thoughts began to blend in to each other that they formed a jumbled up dream. Each piece played off another piece, forming a big jigsaw puzzle with no form. I was alone, isolated from all people. " You're too dangerous. Too dangerous. You'll bite one of us." A fussy old witch told me. I have thoughts of a six year old child. I found myself yearning for my mother. " Mother, why are you letting these people treat me this way? Can't you help me? " I ask to a sad looking woman with long brown hair. She simply stared at me. Then she changed into a man with a big nose resembling a hawk's beak. " Keep away from us, we don't want you here!" He yelled at me. Then a taller man looked at me kindly and said, " If you need help, come to me."
The yellow light of the sun streams into my room, waking me up. To anyone, this would be a good way to wake up. To me, this is just the sign of a new day full of doors being slammed at my face. I go downstairs to the bar where I decide to order a bottle of Butter Beer.
" Put it on my tab." I say to the bartender. He nods and gives me the bottle. While I drink it, I decide to read The Daily Prophet. Normally, I don't take much interest in reading the whole newspaper, I usually skip to the job listings. Today though, an article titled: " Ministry Of Magic Employee Scoops Grand Prize" held my attention. I read the article, turned out Arthur Weasley, a ministry employee won the grand prize galleon draw. I feel rather jealous, I could use some of the money myself. The picture that accompanied the article had a family of nine people, all smiling and waving. I smile sadly, I once took a picture that had people smiling in it. Unfortunatley, most people in the picture I took part in are in a bad state nowadays. I stare at the big clock on the wall, 11:35 it reads. If I want to find a job today, I better get going. I take the Prophet with me and go upstairs. I read the job listings... " WANTED: ASSISTANT TO SCRUB CLEAN CAULDRONS! CONTACT LEWIS GREGORY AT ROSE BUILDING # 13" I take this job in consideration, scrubbing cauldrons means no human contact
I decide the cauldron cleaning job is the my best bet. I change my robes into some not so old black robes and make my way to Diagon Alley. The streets are crowded, as usual, as I wind my way down to the shops. There's a store with a sign that reads: " Help Wanted". I decide to go in, not even bothering to notice what store it was. The minute I enter, I feel as if I might not have a chance. The store is a Quiditch store, full of teenage wizards working at the cash registers. There's a man around his 40's and he's talking to a girl with bright purple hair. I figure he's the manager of the place. I wait around, looking at a new broom called the FireBolt. The price is beyond what I could ever afford, but staring at it reminds me of James. James...possibly the only athletic one in our little Marauder Group. If he could only see this broom....he'd probably buy it the minute he set his eyes on it. I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turn around and see the 40 year old wizard. " Buying that broom?" he asks me.
" No, just looking." I reply.
" Well if you're not buyin' get out." He says. I obey him and keep walking around the streets. I stop at a store dedicated to astrology and astronomy. Outside the store's a sundial. It's 1 pm already! I went back to the Leaky Cauldron to have my lunch. I order a cold sandwich. While waiting, I get a new copy of the Daily Prophet. I skim through it, going back to the job listings. Then, as if it just apeared, I notice an ever so small article.
" Hogwarts's Head Master, Albus Dumbledor Seeks New Teacher"
Albus Dumbledor has declared an opening for a teacher. The class open is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Anyone who's interested, with some knowledge about the Dark Arts, please send a letter to Albus Dumbledor."
I read it and read it, trying to make sure the words were there.The job is perfect for me! When I worked in the book store all I read was books on the Dark Arts. Then I remembered the last words Dumbledor said to me, " If you ever need help, come to me." I never did consider for his help. I wanted to prove to myself I could make it out on my own, but seeing that failed, I decide to write Dumbledor a letter.
I never did find a better tasting sandwich than the one I ate on that day...
So that was chapter one. I hoped you liked it. If you feel the need to flame me, go ahead and do so. If you want to point anything wrong, be my guest. If you want to review or leave any thoughts, you are welcome. Even anon. readers. Thank you.
Candy Can3Child :)
