My Story

Written by: SotMoon

Chapter Four: Uncle Scotty

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter Series.

Summary: The life and tragic tale of Remus Lupin

Authors Note: Hey, I'm so terribly sorry I haven't written on this story in ages...I seriously had forgotten that I had written this fic...How terrible of me!

The next week that I returned back to class was like a blur to me. It seemed that almost everyone knew of my 'illness' and kept asking me how I'd been. It seems that when you are friends with James Potter and Sirius Black everyone cares how you are. There were a few people who didn't care, however. As I walked down the halls I'd get the occasional, "How are you, you little snotrag?" from a Slytherin, or the occasional hex from Snivellus.

On Tuesday morning I recieved a letter from Owl Post at breakfast. With trembling hands I tore open the letter and read it. It was from my Uncle Scott. The letter read,

Dear Remus,

I hope you are having fun in your first journey at Hogwarts. Don't worry about other children, and just don't let them get you d own. If I know you too well, you are sitting by yourself just reading. Don't be like that! Hogwarts is supposed to be the time of your life. Have fun! Make friends!

I was just writing to congratulate you on your getting into Gryffindor. I talked to Dumbledore and he told me you made it in, since your idiot parents don't tell me a thing. By the way...how is your 'situation' going? I hope your feeling quite well, dear boy.

By the way, when Christmas break rolls around, why don't you stop by my house and we'll have a good Christmas together. That is, if you don't want to stay at Hogwarts. I remember the good old days...

Have fun, and keep your nose clean.

Love,

Uncle Scott

After I had read the letter over twice, I put it back into the envelope and began to eat. Uncle Scott had been the only one who loved and cared for me after I received my bite when I was younger.

When my parents got the sad news that I would be a werewolf with every full moon they had abandoned me, and left me to the care of my Uncle. For this I am eternally grateful. Scott was a caring man, and never treated me any differently than he treated my brother.

As I finished my breakfast and left for Transfiguration I bumped into a fellow first year, and knocked him flat on his back, pumpkin juice, and books flying everywhere. After I turned five shades of red, and having to hear James and Sirius howl with laughter I helped the smaller, and more portly boy up off the ground.

"I'm terribly sorry," I said as I heaved him off of the ground. As I looked at him I noticed that he had very mousy features, and light dirty blonde hair. He smiled shyly at me, and I also noticed he had quite big buck teeth. "What's your name?" I asked politely.

"My name is Peter Pettigrew," he stammered, as he picked up the rest of his books. I noticed a bit of egg on his shoulder, and I brushed it off. He scampered away like a scared rabbit. I watched after him curiously, and shook my head. Clearly he was a scared young boy, just as I was when I was bitten. But I couldn't be scared and naive now, I had grown up far too young.

"Well, was that guy off his rocker, or what?" James asked as he walked up the stairs towards Transfiguration. "It seemed like he thought we were out to get him." With that, James smiled ruefully. "Why would he think that?"

"Maybe because you guys show no mercy to anyone, especially to Snivellus. Maybe he thought you were going to hang him upside down." I said, rolling my eyes. James and Sirius never thought what they did was bad, but sometimes I think they did.

"Come on guys, we're already late for class!" Sirius said as he bounded up the stairs like a puppy. James and I followed in hot pursuit. As we banged through the door of Transfiguration, Professor McGonogall's nostrils flattened and her eyebrows went straight into her black hair.

"Detention, boys," she said. We all groaned.

Authors Note: Well, ladies and gentlemen...there's the next chapter. As was requested, I gave the "person who loved him" and the little worm Peter.

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