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A Werewolf's Tail.
I, am Remus Lupin. I am a werewolf.
This is my tale.
It all started when I was three. I would walk around our country home whenever I could. One day, while my mother was working in her garden, and my father was at work at the Ministry of Magic, I snuck off. I wandered into the forest surrounding our home. Suddenly, I heard a horrible howling and snarling. As we lived by the forest, my mother and father would teach me about animals and the noises they made. I had never been told about werewolves though. I turned in the direction of the growling. A werewolf was behind me! I tried to run but I was far to slow.
Suddenly, the werewolf pounced. It jumped on me and bit me. It was terrible. I fell to the ground, screaming in pain. I screamed and screamed and screamed.
The werewolf bit me, all over. Any part of my flesh that wasn't covered by clothes was covered in bites. I kept yelling and crying. My mother was to far away to hear me but my father, on his way home from work, heard me. He ran into the forest with his bow, towards my pitiful yells. By then I was smothered in bites. He found me, took up an arrow, and realizing straight away what it was, shot the werewolf through the heart. It died instantly as the arrow was silver tipped. He picked me up and carried me home. When he told my mother what had happened to me, she broke down, blaming herself for what had happened to me. I never blamed her, or anyone at all, for my condition. It was nobodies fault. It was a freak accident.
By the time I was five, I knew what I was. I wasn't allowed to go to school and meet other children and every full moon had to be locked up in a silver shed so I was isolated and couldn't hurt anyone.
That is how I became a werewolf.
Remus Lupin.