Year 3

Remus and his father had never seen eye to eye. That was putting it lightly, because in reality, Remus knew that his father hated him for what he had become: a werewolf. Therefore, when the time came for Remus to come to Hogwarts for the first time, his father took him by the shoulders and spat into his face "do not tell anyone what you are. We don't particularly need you disgracing the family anymore." Remus used to be frightened of things like this, but at that point, he simply glared at his father a walked onto the train.

Remus's mother on the other hand was pretty much the opposite. She cared for Remus, even if he felt she was a little bit overprotective, and he was grateful for that. She did not think of him as a half-breed, she simply saw him as her son, staying with him through thick and thin. However, for the past few years, she had been quite ill with something that healers were unable to diagnose. It broke Remus's heart to see her like that, and especially when he had to lie to his friends by saying he was visiting her every full moon. It was such a relief when they found out he was a werewolf and accepted him.

"Here comes the post!" James noticed as the owls began to swoop over everyone's heads in the Great Hall. "Reckon you'll get another howler Sirius? It's been a while since the last one."

Sirius grimaced slightly at the thought of yet another letter projecting his mother's screaming voice out for everyone to hear. A letter dropped in front of James, and he opened it to find a long letter from his parents with a gift attached.

"They've just got back from a holiday to China ." James explained, as he tried to work out what his gift actually was.

Almost all the owls had disappeared when another one flew over Remus, dropping an envelope into his bowl of cereal. Shaking off the milk, he opened the soggy seal and squinted slightly to make out the unfamiliar scrawl.

Remus,

See me after breakfast in my office.

Professor Dumbledore

P.S. I like Fizzing Whizzbees.

"What's that Moony?" Sirius was peering over his shoulder to read the inscription, so there was no way he could hide it from them.

Sighing deeply, Remus replied "Professor Dumbledore wants to see me in his office after breakfast. But what do you think the P.S. bit means? He likes Fizzing Whizzbees?"

"I reckon it's the password." James answered

"Yeah, he always has a type of sweet as his password," Sirius joined in. Remus knew that would be correct, for they tended to spend a lot of time in Dumbledore's office nowadays.

"Ok, well I'm gonna go now. I'll speak to you later." Remus headed off to Dumbledore's office, a slight feeling of dread rising in his stomach. What had he done to be sent there?

"Fizzing Whizzbees" He said to the statue, and seconds later the passageway to the office was free to go through. Remus timidly knocked on the door before a rumbling voice told him to enter.

"Ah Remus, please sit." The old wizard motioned for Remus to sit in the chair opposite, which he complied to do. Dumbledore's eyes showed sadness, which only increased the horrible feeling in Remus's stomach.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you. Last night, your mother took a drastic turn for the worse and she passed away at seven this morning. I have only just received the news, I am so sorry."

Remus sat there, perfectly still, unable to move, speak, do anything.

"I have arranged for you to go home for a few days, and be with your father. I think it best if you pack a few things and meet me here when you're ready. Ok?"

Remus nodded mutely and rose slowly and shakily out of the chair. His legs moved of their own accord heading towards the dormitory where his bed lay waiting for him.

It was only as he left the office that the tears began to fall. He did not care who saw them, did not really notice them. All he knew was that she was gone.

"Remus?" exclaimed Sirius as a figure came bursting through the fat lady portrait, almost running for the dormitory. Frowning, he followed Remus up the stairs where he found him sat on his bed, staring into his lap, tears falling slowly from his face.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? What did Dumbledore say?" He tried to sooth the crying boy by rubbing circles on his back, but Sirius doubted that Remus even knew he was there.

"My mum." A husky voice ran out across the dormitory. "Sh-she…last night…" No more words followed those as Remus buried his head into Sirius, who had caught on to what he was trying to say.

"Sh, it's ok-"

Sirius was cut off as Remus remembered, "I need to pack! I'm supposed to meet Dumbledore to go home…" He broke off again, so Sirius lay him on the bed and began to pack for him. Within a few minutes, he had finished.

"Ok, I've finished, do you want me to walk with you to Dumbledore's office?"

Remus shook his head "No thanks, I'll go on my own if that's ok." With a nod from Sirius, Remus hauled his backpack onto one shoulder and slowly started for the office.

He had been walking for a while, when a door caught the corner of his eye. One that looked like inside would be an abandoned classroom but Remus knew better. Opening the door, he breathed in the musty air and looked to the corner, where there sat a gigantic mirror. It had been just over a year since he had sat in front of this mirror, and around two years since the first time he had visited this room. He remembered how he had become gripped by it, and so vowed to only visit it once a year, maximum.

The image appeared as soon as he looked at it. With a gasp, Remus realised that he and his dad were sat on a bench in the field behind his house talking. His father made a joke and Remus could see the people in the mirror laughing at it. He was so transfixed by these people that it took him a while to notice that there was another person in the image. Looking closer, he felt a jolt when he realised it was his mum. She was standing quite far in the background, smiling appreciatively at the fact that Remus and his father were talking and laughing together. Seeing her looking so happy made him feel guilty at the fact that he and his father weren't close.

Sighing, he stood up, wiped a stray tear from his eye and made his way to Dumbledore's office where he would go home. He was going to make up with his father, show him that he was still his son. After all, he was partly to blame. Maybe they could move forward and become closer. Not maybe. Definitely.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this chapter! I know I'm being so mean to Remus I'm sorry! But the chapter won't be so sad, I don't think. Anyway, read and review :)