Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's fabulous character's or ideas, or any setting taken place in her books. They are her display of creativity, and she must be given proper credit.

Part One
Journey To Hogwarts

Remus woke up abruptly; his head was achy as if he had drums inside of it. His eyesight was also a bit fuzzy, he wondered if he had some sort of sickness and sat up to let his eyes adjust to the sunlight.

As Remus's eyes adjusted, he looked around the room and saw that it wasn't his. He tried to remember why he went to his guest room to sleep rather than his own room. Strangely he didn't remember anything that happened last night. He always had been able to remember everything, detail for detail, so it puzzled him that he had no recollection of what happened.

He also noticed he was on the floor with only a blanket, and he was still wearing his day clothes. Remus was terrified because it made his nightmare seem so, real. He dreamt he was bitten by a werewolf, and then turned into one. He ran a rampage in his house, and his father had to pin him down and put a spell on him to make him fall asleep.

Remus put his arm on the ground to push himself up when he noticed that his arm was tightly wrapped in bandages. His arm bled so bad that it stained the thick layers of them. Tears of horror caught his eyes and he began to wail. He was a brave boy though so he pulled himself together, stood up, and walked casually to the dinning hall. He saw that his mother and father mingling pleasantly inside.

His father, Ramaur Lupin, turned and saw Remus standing in the doorway. He whispered, "Emily," to Remus's mother and she turned to look at Remus as well. Remus walked in and took his normal spot at the end of breakfast table. His mother weakly smiled at him as well as his father. Ramaur put an arm around his shoulder and squeezed his son weakly.

"I don't remember what happened last night," Remus said looking away from his parents' eyes, and just looked at his mummified arm.

"You don't remember?" His father asked him.

He quickly nodded no. "Oh, well, then," Ramaur became nervous. Emily, his mother, put her head in her hands as her eyes swell up in tears. "Remus," his Ramaur began.

"Yes father?" Remus's eyes darkened, he could tell that there was something wrong, he must've fallen down or something, he thought.

"Last night when you were playing around on the porch a wolf, well actually werewolf, came up, and well, bit you."

Remus then knew that he had no nightmare, it was real. His father's eyes actually swelled up with tears, Remus always thought of his father as a brave and strong wizard, he never thought it was possible for him to cry. His mother was sobbing loudly and raised her hands to cover her face.

Then Remus began to cry. His father hugged him tightly as He sobbed.

Three Years Later

Remus lay back in his bed reading Hogwarts, A History. He figured since he wouldn't be able to attend Hogwarts, he would learn as much as possible about the school. It was such an interesting place, every little detail made Remus more and more amazed. He was so disappointed about not being able to attend a wizarding school because of his, condition. But he would often imagine or pretend that he was happily going to classes and marching about the Great Hall drinking Pumpkin Juice. He thought about trying out for his House's Quidditch team, and being an amazing Chaser or Keeper.

In the middle of Remus' day dream, Ramaur walked into Remus's room. He grinned up at his father; unusually his father didn't smile back.