Oh my gosh guys, I am so sorry for not updating soon!I feel so bad, but I was sidetracked with other stories. And everything I had written for this story was deleted, no lie, even chapter 5. I had like ten chapters written! So I have to start from scratch. D: Anyway, if anyone is even still following this, please leave a review, and if you live Avengers and Hunger Games, you should check out my profile, I wrote some new stories.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or the Marauders. Man, I was hoping to get the rights to them for Christmas…..

Chapter 5- Prejudice

I sat up on a bed in the Hospital Wing, groaning as my head swam . Everything hurt so much. I couldn't even remember transforming back. Madame Pomfrey hassled towards me when she saw I was awake, medical supplies in her arms, as well as numerous vials of potion.

"Here dearie, I need you to take all of these," she said, handing me at least ten vials, "werewolf inflicted injuries can't be completely healed since they are considered 'dark' creatures, but some of these might help at the least." She then proceeded to change the bandaging on my stomach, where a large gash was bleeding. Bite marks covered my body, but I was used to it by now. The gash though, it hurt like heck. I swallowed one potion after another, each tasting terrible. But if it help….. She finished up, and looked at me. "I'm going back to my office, I have some potions that need labeled, but if you need anything, you call, alright?" I nodded.

When she left, I took a deep breath. What a great way to start a Thursday, joy. And I would have a ton of work to catch up on. I closed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion taking a toll. But just then the Wing doors opened, and in strolled Professor Dumbledore, walking in straight towards my bed. Oh no, I sure didn't want him to see me like this, all weak and beat up. But he sat down in the chair next to my bed, and I could tell that he was examining at all my injuries by the way his eyes moved.

"Good evening Remus. How are you today? Well, let me rephrase that, how do you feel compared to how you normally feel on the days after the full moon?"

"A lot better," I said, a bit surprised at how hoarse my voice was, "usually I'm locked in a basement, chained to the wall. The wolf likes the shack; he likes being able to roam around. And with all the medicine, I feel so much better. We never had this stuff at home. Just… thank you so much."

"Ah, no need to thank me Mr. Lupin. You are a striving student, and from what your teachers say, you are very smart." I smiled a bit at that. Dumbledore continued talking. "Now, the teachers and I have come to an agreement. You are excused from any classes proceeding before and after the full moon. We don't want you to wear yourself out. However, the teachers insist that you get the missed work done, and I'm sure your friends will help you with that. But of course, I'm also sure that certain teachers will be lenient, while others will not be. I'm sure you get the idea," he said winking. "Now, of you don't have any questions, I must get back to work."

I nodded. "Of course. Actually, I have one question. Why did you let me come here?"

Dumbledore looked at me with twinkling eyes. "Prejudice is a terrible thing. You were turned into a werewolf in conditions you could not control, and it is in no way your fault that you are one, and not one human should hold it against you. As far as I am concerned, you are a boy with a special…. infirmity… and deserve what everyone else is getting. And if I am correct, you try as hard as any other student, if not harder. I am not one for prejudice, and to me, those who act in such a way to disregard those unique people are just as bad as the 'monsters' they envision people like you to be. And even if it has not been made an announcement to the world, I do believe allowing you to come here was a small step against prejudice, even if it is simply between you, the teachers, and myself. Yet, you think of what one person can do! One person can change the world for the better or the worse, and you could be that one person that changes it for the better. The prejudice you endure is simply a fog that blinds you from seeing your true potential, your potential as that someone who could change the world and be able to say 'you doubted me before, you said I could never do it because I was a werewolf, and look at me now. Look what I did for you people.' And you see, words are only true if you believe them to be, and do you believe what people say about you?" I shook my head, however, it was rather hesitant, because sometimes I did. "And there you see. Their words are meaningless. You will be permitted to Hogwarts as you would need to be, regardless of what anyone says."

I sat in the bed, nearly frozen from emotion. That he believed all those things about me. It was amazing to know that he could say those things about me and mean them with an honest heart. I smiled. "Thank you so much sir. I think I needed that little speech. It really boosted my...confidence."

"Of course Remus. Now, I will get back to work, but if you ever need another pep talk, I would be more than willing."

I weakly waved him goodbye, and rested my head against the pillows. Before I knew it, my eyes were heavy like lead, and I decided that a little nap would never hurt.

(THIS IS A TIME BREAK)

I walked into the Great Hall, easily blending in with the rush of students that were entering to eat dinner. I had made sure that I wore long pants and sleeves under my robes so that my friends wouldn't see the scars. I sat down next to the other three, praying that they wouldn't ask me any questions about where I was. How wrong I was.

"Where have you been?"

"How's your mother?"

"We had so much homework while you were gone!"

"Yeah, McGonagall gave us..."

"- a whole role of parchment on chapter 3!"

I started to laugh, it was so good to be back with my friends. However, as soon as I started, I stopped, and my hand flew to the giant gash near my stomach. I could feel it slowly stretch, a bit of blood flowing out and damping the gauze. I found James's eyes on me. They were skimming across my face.

"You look terrible," James muttered, not taking his eyes off of me. Suddenly all the boys were staring, and I could feel heat coming to my face. I already knew what they were looking at- the long scratches and scars covering my face.

"Does your mother have a rabid hippogriff?" Sirius asked, putting down his fork and looking closer. What was I supposed to say?

"No, I wish. We once had a dog," I said, hoping it would steer the conversation away from this topic. Lily came up and sat down next to us. Perfect timing.

"How's your mother?" she asked, sympathy full in her eyes. She didn't even acknowledge the others, which seemed to bother James quite a bit. I could see him run a hand through his already messy hair, trying to impress her.

"Better," I replied, feeling bad for lying.

"Well, I know you were gone, so maybe tonight we could get together and you could copy my notes."

"Sure, I'd love to." I grunted towards the end of the sentence, as James had kicked me under the table, jealousy clear in his eyes.

After she left, James looked at me. "Gosh Remus, can you get me out of class for a couple of days?"

"If only," I muttered, only loud enough for me to hear.

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