Good Morn, Sirius.

It's just me today. James was never part, nor does he know any of this story. As I have said before, it's not a particularly happy story; so feel free to stop at anytime. I assure you I will be in no way offended. It's taken me years to tell this story. It's the story of my youth, and how I came to be what I am. How I was brought to being friends with you guys. How I became the person I am now.

I had a really good first six years of life. I loved to read, and spent long days by the fireside devouring every book my dad could get his hands on. On the weekends, however, we always took a trip to some sort of entertainment, a movie, or a carnival. Something of the sort.

It was this entertainment that first got me into trouble.

The Saint Patty's day festival was a favorite among the country children. The lights and people, the smells and sounds were a commodity that only came round once a year. I had spent the day strolling blithely through the fairgrounds, laughing with Mum and Dad, and riding far more rides than Dad's meager salary could possibly support.

After a delicious dinner of bratwurst, I can even remembering looking up at the sky and commenting on how pretty the moon looked. It would be the last time I would even be able to see a full moon in human form.

Mum got up to throw the trash out, and Dad was leading me for a finally whirl on the Ferris Wheel. I climbed onto the seat, a smile prominent on my face.

"Alright, son?" The operators face was bright. I nodded. It was good fun, staring over the twinkling lights, searching for friends I had made, and my parents in the land far below, then stretching up to the sky above and it's glittering stars. But when I was reaching the bottom, screams broke out around the fairground.

A disfigured, grotesque wolf stalked out of the forest. His teeth were bared and his eyes murderous. The raised cackles on his back rippled as a growl tore from deep inside him.

"Mummy!" I whimpered quietly. It was the biggest mistake I'd ever make. His head swiveled and locked on my trolly. Rolling back on his haunches, he loaded himself for a mighty leap. His paws caught the edge of the cart and it swung creakily in the night. I am sure people were still screaming, but I couldn't hear them.

His face, his hideous, disgusting, bloodthirsty face appeared over the edge. He pulled himself inside and sank his teeth into my shoulder. I quickly passed out, mainly from fright.

The next morn, I woke up. It seemed like it was all a horrid nightmare- but when I shifted, pain shot up through my arm. It was heavily bandaged at the shoulder. My mum walked in and explained.

"Hey, Rem." Her smile was cautious and caring. "How are you?" I just stared. I didn't talk hardly at all that year. I was afraid my voice would lead the awful wolf back to me.

My Mum had to tell me; what she was (a witch, she had kept it hidden),and what I was. I was terrified,

Sirius, when I first came to Hogwarts. Terrified I would be 'found-out' and terrified I would hurt someone. But I promised this story would come to be a happy one. It did. I found you guys. The only friends my Mum and Dad couldn't 'take away' by refusing to let me out of the house. My BEST mates.

Summer's are hard for me too, of course, no where near as hard. I can sympathize I mean. It ISN'T easy. I know you can do it. With our help. Just like the transfigurations exam. :D

Miss you lots.

Remus.

A/N- I'm still looking for ideas! I've got one (maybe two, thanks to capslock_nanao) I can write for happy-go-lucky Jamie. I need more!