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Twisted Hearts and Anguished Howls
Chapter 1; Changes
Remus John Lupin What an interesting name. In the legend of Ancient Rome, Remus and Romulus were the founders of Rome, suckled by a female wolf as infants, and Remus was later slain by his traitorous brother. John is a biblical name that means gracious. Saint John the Baptist was forerunner to Christ, beheaded by Herod Antipas, and the apostle John was the author of both the Gospel and Revelations. Lupin is the Latin word for wolf. Luna, a name that sounds very much like "Lupin", is another name for the moon. Three names. Many meanings. Wolves, betrayal, the moon, intelligence, gracious, giving, quiet personalities and horrendous fates at the hands of tyrannical authorities. But it all fit. Fate made sure it fit, and in a very cruel way. No, not death. But a problem that sometimes made Remus wish he were dead. A "furry little problem," Remus' good friend James Potter would often call it. Oh, how Remus loved James for what he did once a month. He loved all of the Marauders for it. They were all so thoughtful and brave. For you see, once a month, every month since the age of five, Remus Lupin became a ferocious beast, a bloodthirsty monster. He became a werewolf.
Every full moon, Madam Pomfrey, the resident healer at Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, led Remus through the castle, over the grounds until they reached a most peculiar tree. The Womping Willow it was called, and it was, coincidentally enough, planted the very same year that Remus arrived at Hogwarts. This was a most vicious tree that would try valiantly to pummel whatever unfortunate soul that came within 10 feet of it's flailing branches. But there was a knot in the trunk of the Willow that, when pressed, would freeze the deadly beating branches and allow for Madam Pomfrew6y and Remus to crawl through a hole in the massive trunk that gave way to a secret passage. And this long, low, earthy passage led to a decrepit old house on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.
Hogsmeade was the only wizarding village in England, and accordingly so, the Shrieking Shack was rumored to be the most severely haunted building in the country. The Shack was indeed more seemingly haunted than any muggle dwelling. But even the witches and wizards of Hogsmeade had no idea that what they were hearing from the old house were not the despairing cries and disruptive roars of particularly violent sprits, but were, in fact, the rather sad and painful noises of a young werewolf's' monthly transformation. And this very transformation was what Remus Lupin was anxiously anticipating as he stood at the door from the passageway to the Shack'. Remus heard the click of a key in the lock as Madam Pomfrey ensured his imprisonment, and he could hear her light footfalls receding slowly into the distance.
The young werewolf turned to face a cracked and grimy window, biting his lip in horrific anticipation as he saw a few silky blue-white rays filter through the dirt on the window and fall on his face, making it seem all the more sallow than his usual ill pallor. The conscience mind of Remus the human started to fade away as the personality of Moony, the wolf, the savage beast that lived only on instinct, began to flood his brain. This was it. He was transforming.