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- Prologue -
- 1998 -
How do I start this? Never thought I'd ever have time to write a life story but here we are. Let's just start at the beginning.
My name is Remus John Lupin. Currently I am thirty-eight years old but my bones creak like I've lived past eighty. I live with my husband (yes, I am married to a man and I'm quite content, thanks very much) in London, England.
My life has been an exciting one. Filled with danger, romance, magic and everything else a good book needs. My story is farfetched though and any muggle (non-magical person) reading this will probably think it's just a novel. But, no. This all happened. I'll start with my family.
I was born on December 10th, 1960 to John Steward Lupin and Rosemonde Martine Lupin. My mother was a French witch with a fiery personality, an obsession with Norwegian chocolate and a store of curse words that could make a pirate blanch. My father was a true blue Britt with a strange sense of humor, several degrees and a stick up his ass. I grew up in a crazy cottage in Northern France.
When I was seven years old, I was bitten by a werewolf (not a wolf, a werewolf). There's no cure for lycanthropy (being a werewolf, for all you muggles) and I was doomed to live with the disease forever. Soon after that, we moved to Britain because my father insisted that werewolves were not as frowned upon in England. Boy was he ever wrong.
When I look back I get this feeling that I didn't really start to live until I started school. In 1971, I was accepted to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The new Headmaster (Albus Dumbledore, again for you muggles) allowed me to come as long as I followed certain rules. During the full moon (Muggles – once a month, on the full moon, someone with lycanthropy turns into a werewolf and becomes a danger to itself and everyone around them) I was to follow the school nurse down the Whomping Willow, a new tree planted in the grounds, stop the branches of the insane plant, and follow a tunnel to the Shrieking Shack. It wasn't fun but I got to go to school and learn something I had always loved.
The first day, on the train ride there, a boy named James Potter asked if he could sit with me. Before I knew it I was part of a group of boys. James had shoved up together. Suddenly, I had three friends when I'd never really even had one. James Potter, a crazy boy with consistently messy hair and a thirst for pranks; Sirius Black, a boy who was good-looking, knew it and used it to charm the girls of the school; and Peter Pettigrew, a flinchy, excitable boy with a rat like face and pale blond hair. We spent our time talking, laughing and becoming the best pranksters Hogwarts had ever seen.
Now that you know some things about me, I'm just going to write down what I remember. I remember most of what happened, just because I constantly thought it would be a dream and wrote everything down in journals. I chronicled my life then and now I will repeat the experience for you.
Hello. Random bit of stuff thought up out of pure boredom. My muse is playing tricks on me… again. Please Review! I've started the next chapter but I have to get at least a few reviews before I post it.
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