Author Note: This was written due to a challenge by Madilayn, a fellow author on AFF,that I happened upon a little while back.

Author Note 2: This is not the first story in my first series. It will be the 'Not So Normal' series which so far now has three parts including this one.

Author Note 3: Shhh I am not doing this I am off posting or sleeping…heh please R&R and I will try to get another update out before I actually get to one of the before mentioned as this one took sooooo long to get out.

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Chapter 2: Why?

Remus blinked his eyes a couple of times as Albus one again called to him and forced his gaze to see the present and the headmaster rather then what had been and the cold form of his mate. "You were dreaming again" the man told him apparently realizing that he was actually seeing him now instead of still being trapped in some half dream state. The werewolf just stared blankly at the ageing wizard for a long moment before giving his usually reply "How is Harry?"

Albus sighed and shook his head "He is fine Remus, but you need to eat." He replied still rather saddened by the state of his former student. He thought that Remus had allowed this to go on long enough Sirius was and starving him self was not going to bring him back, nothing was going to bring the animagius back.

Remus again remained silent for a long moment just watching the other, what was the point? Why should he keep going? His mate was gone and he wanted to join him the only person left that could even possibly give him any reason to continue was Harry James Potter. The son of James Potter and Lily Evans Potter and godson of his lost mate, but Harry didn't need him as Albus had given him to those Muggles to care for when Lily, James, and Sirius died. So why was he forced to stay here?

Despite that fact though he dragged himself from his bed "There's a good man not you go take a shower and then we will get some food into you" the gray haired man told him, but he didn't reply. He hadn't talked much since it had happened no more then it required to inquire about Harry, not any more at least. At first he had fought, screamed, and demanded to be allowed to follow his mate and join the only person who would never turn against him for what he was. He now bore numerous scars from these early attempts, some had to heal the muggle way for various reasons and these were the ones that had left him with the scares he now bore. He couldn't care about the marks though he had once said that they were reminders to a crazy old man of the wish that no one would grant him.

He steeped into the bathroom stripping off the rags that had once been his clothes and that barely remained on his thinned frame anymore due to this state and the lack of muscle that gave them nothing to cling to. He made his way to the bath his actions were mechanical as a flick of his hand brought forth the hot water and he climbed into the water. He barely felt the water despite how hot the temperature was and didn't even care as his skin began to burn from the extreme heat that was being delivered to it.

The only thing that saved him from getting true burns was Albus. The wizard had followed him to the bathroom as he usually did and pulled out his wand quickly adjusting the temperature of the water with a flick of the wooden object. He sighed and shook his head when Remus didn't even flinch at the change "I am taking these they need to be cleaned" he told the werewolf as he had the other's discarded cloths collect themselves while he left the clean and folded ones on the closed lid of the toilet. He waited for a moment hoping for some sort of reply, but as usual he got nothing so he left the other shutting the door as he did so. Remus never closed the door anymore.

After a long time under the water Remus had finally managed to get himself clean. It took him quite some time to do that due not only to his lack of energy, but also sue to his lack of any real will to do so. A flick of his hand shut the hot water off and he made to steep out when he realized that the water was still on. Turning back to the spouts he quickly discerned the reason and with a second flick he had turned the cold water off as well. Albus had been in again, he was the only one who would do such a thing.

His gaze roved over the room searching out his discarded clothing, but they were no where to be found. In there place had been left new clean clothes folded and placed on the lid of the toilet, Albus again, he thought as he picked up the pants and pulled them on. They were a pair of rust color cloth pants that only barely clung to his bony frame. There was not truly much left on him after this past year and he was far from the man he used to be while he used to have at least something to him despite his curse this past year without his mate to calm him when he changed he had just turned on himself and it had worn on him reducing him to nothing right along with his loss, it has also added to his collection of scars.

He pulled the door open and not even bothering to watch his steeps or to where he was going he walked forward, only one thing on his mind; Why?