Charlie woke up as he heard the third step from the top creak. He froze, there was no one in the house apart from him and daddy... Charlie's mouth was dry, it was daddy! Daddy's magic hadn't worked! There was a werewolf loose in the house! Charlie held his breath and shrank back into the corner of his bed. He pulled Carl the llama towards him. Charlie inhaled quickly as he heard a growl, it was silent.

Then, through the darkness, Charlie saw the door knob start to turn. Tears streamed silently down his face. The door started to open. Charlie whimpered as a glowing amber eye peered around the door.

The wolf growled and slowly started to stalk towards Charlie. Charlie gasped in fear, the wolf growled more and proceeded towards Charlie.

Charlie slipped out of bed and backed slowly away until he felt the corner of the room behind his back. Charlie was openly crying now.

Remus growled loudly. No. Charlie reminded himself, it wasn't daddy, daddy wasn't there anymore. Stuff that.

'Please daddy, please! Please daddy! DADDY!' Charlie said loudly, fear filling his voice.

Charlie stumbled and the wolf pounced.

Charlie screamed as a burning pain spread through his left shoulder as large teeth pierced his skin. He cried out and felt blood pouring down his chest, staining his shirt with puddles of red. The werewolf stared hungrily but abstained. He knew this was his cub, Remus' human side came through suddenly. His cub, his Charlie! He was bleeding, he was bitten. He had bitten his son! What had he done!? Remus ran, leaving a badly cut and scratched Charlie behind. Charlie's fragile body erupted in pain and he gasped for breath, but no matter how much he breathed, it wasn't enough. The pain encased him in what seemed like cold fire, burning hot and then replacing the burn with an even more painful cold, it was like someone was suffocating him, suffocating him in pain. Charlie screamed again and again from the pain until he passed out. The darkness consumed.

Remus transformed painfully back and as soon as he was up, ran straight to Charlie's room, where he found him huddled in a pool of blood. 'NO!' he screamed, it hadn't been a terrible nasty dream like he had hoped, he had done this! He ran over and scooped Charlie up and raced down the stairs to fire place where he floo'd Madame Pompfrey.

'Remus? What's the matter? Remus?' Poppy rushed over towards him, his face was pale and he had blood on his clothes, he held a boy in his arms.

'I- It's Charlie! Please just- just help him!' he cried.

'Well, ok!' Poppy said in a fluster 'What's the problem? What happened? Last night was the full-'

'I b- bit hi- him.' he stuttered.

'Oh Remus! Poor Charlie! Quickly, get Albus!'

'Ok, here's Charlie. Please, please don't let him be like me. Don't let him be a monster.' and with that Remus ran off to get Dumbledore.

Charlie's rather lovely, not at all depressing POV:

The pain still burned, like hot embers retain their heat long after the fire's died. Now it was more like a strong ache that radiated around my shoulder. I blearily opened my eyes and to my amazement, everything was crystal clear! And it smelt: bad. Very bad. It was like someone had combined all known cleaning products and stuck them in one room with no fresh air, there was also a sickly sweet smell of lemon, rather oxymoronic, I know. In front of me sat an ancient man with a long white beard, a pointed hat and a long, rather gaudy robe, he smiled at me, I didn't smile back.

'Ah, Charlie. How do you feel, my boy?' enquired Albus.

'I hurt. A lot. Where's daddy?' I said warily, eyeing all the possible exits to look for escape routes if this man did anything funny.g

'He's... Sorting things out a bit. I'll call him for you.' The old man conjured his patronus - a Phoenix- and mumbled something incoherent.

Suddenly, dad burst through the doors and sprinted towards my bed.

'Charlie, oh Charlie. I'm so sorry! Please, I'm so sorry! I still love you though. No matter what.' he rushed out.

'What do you-' yesterday's events rushed through my mind: the wolf, the bite, the blood. 'Oh.'

'It's ok, we can deal with it.'

'I'm like you now? A werewolf?' I stated as much as I asked.

Dad nodded slowly. On the inside I screamed, on the outside, I pulled on my best occlumency face and stared blankly before saying,

'Oh right.'

'Charlie, speak to me. What are you thinking?' Dad asked concernedly. What do I think? I think that it's unfair, I don't want to be like this, no one will want to be my friend andI had just become friends with Fred and George! All because of one thing:

'I'm a monster.' I spat out the last word.

The Weasley's place:

'Fred! George! Can you come here please?' called Mrs. Weasley up into the vast space above her, two heads popped up over the banisters about five floors up, looking down at her.

'Yes?' they said together, you see, Fred and George were twins and said and did everything together.

'Down here boys,' she said to them wearily, she had just had a floo call from Dumbledore concerning the twins' friend Charlie Lupin, apparently something had happened to him and he was in hospital, but he was very vague and all 'I think they shall find out when Charlie is ready to tell,' which didn't help her burning curiosity.

'What's up with mum?' said Fred to George as they sped down to the kitchen.

'Yeah, she seemed all upset! Maybe somethings happened to dad? Or Charlie or Bill!'

'Nah, the whole family would be here in that case, must be something else,'

'Do you know what?'

'Yes, obviously, that's why I was asking you!' Fred said sarcastically.

'Oh right, stupid!' George face palmed himself.

'AYE AYE CAPTAIN!' they saluted their mother when they arrived in the kitchen, but they didn't get the response they expected, instead of a laugh, their mother looked pitifully at them.

'Mum, what's wrong?' whispered George.

'What's happened?' asked Fred.

'Well you know your friend Charlie?'

'Charlie Lupin-'

'The one we do pranks with?'

'Yes, he's been in an- accident. He is in hospital at the moment, I thought you should know.' Fred and George paled and Fred started to cry.

'He's not gonna die?' he sniffled, 'Is he?' George started to cry at this idea too.

'No, no! He is going to live! We can visit him, most likely! Dumbledore said he was just in an accident,'

'Can we, please?'

'PLEASE MUM! WE BEG!' said Fred, dropping to his knees alongside George.

'Yes, I'll ask Remus now!' she said, hurrying over to the floo point. She stuck her head in and after five anxious minutes for the twins, reappeared and told them to put on their coats and shoes and be downstairs in five and apparently Charlie likes chocolate frogs at the moment!