Remus Lupin had always been a nice, well mannered and polite young man. If he saw his neighbours out in their gardens he would stop and ask them how their day was. He would help their elderly muggle neighbours with their shopping, often taking a trip to the shops with them so they had some company. He wouldn't say anything out of turn and would always be back in time for curfew.

So it was a strange occurrence when one Monday evening, he didn't return by his curfew. And he didn't return an hour after, or an hour after that. Remus' parents became quite worried and gathered a search party, of their Wizarding neighbours, to help them find their lost son.

Remus had been so busy searching the forest by their house for some flowers for his Mum that he didn't notice just what time it was. He was quite surprised when he picked his last flower, joined it to the bunch he already had and took a look around him to find the clearing in darkness.

"Oh no, I'm late!" Remus sighed, hoping he wouldn't be in too much trouble with his parents.

It was silent all around Remus as he glanced around the clearing trying to find his way out but with how dark it was he couldn't see a thing. He slid his wand out of his pocket, knowing that there wouldn't be any muggles about at this time and was ready to utter Lumos when he heard something shifting in the trees. His breath almost stopped entirely and his heart thumped unevenly against his chest as he listened for the sound again.

Silence. Not even the noise of an Owl could be heard.

CRACK

Remus jumped as a tree branch snapped behind him, he spun round so fast he thought he had gave himself whiplash. "Lumos" He whispered, a blinding white light shot out of his wand, illuminating the figure that had suddenly appeared behind him. Remus almost let out a yell of surprise but thought better of it when he saw the look in the man's eyes. He didn't look happy at all.

The man standing before him had to be at least 6 foot tall, he was wearing a long, dark trench cut which was dirty and worn in some places. He didn't seem to be wearing a shirt which Remus found quite odd but it was his facial features that terrified Remus the most. Hair surrounded the man's face everywhere, and he had great bushy eyebrows. His eyes were a light blue but that didn't make Remus feel any better. The man looked angry. Really angry.

"Who...Who are you?" Remus sniffed, trying to sound brave but it failed when his voice squeaked at the end

The man chuckled, a sneer on his face as he sniffed the air. "Who am I? Boy, you should know how I am!" He growled, resembling the snarl of a dog. "I'm Fenrir Greyback"

Remus gulped, he knew exactly who this man was now. He had heard his father's telling stories to his Mother about the mayhem and attacks he had caused. How he had ripped someone's arm clean off their shoulder when he transformed during the full moon. He was one of the most wanted men in Britain. Remus knew he should be afraid, very afraid. His eyes began darting around, trying to find a way to leave without being harmed.

"I can smell the fear rippling through your body now" Fenrir chuckled, taking a step closer to Remus. "Ripe. Everyone always tastes better when they're afraid" He grinned

"Stay away from me! I'm warning you!" Remus raised his wand so it was not pointing directly in between Fenrir's eyes but all that made him do was laugh.

"You think some Hogwarts jinx is going to stop me? Try again boy"

"I know curses! Lots of them. I'll curse you into oblivion"

Fenrir growled and before Remus could react he was pinned up against the tree with Fenrir's arm against his throat. He grasped at the dirty sleeve and tried to pry the arm off of him, but it was no use. He was much larger and a lot stronger than Remus was. He didn't stand a chance.

"W-What are you going to do to me?"

"Play with you for a bit" Fenrir smirked. "And then kill you"

Remus paled instantly

"Or turn you. I haven't quite decided"

If possible Remus went even paler. He would rather be dead than be a Werewolf.

"My parents are looking for me. They'll be here any second and they'll stop you. You won't get away with this"

Fenrir rolled his eyes and laughed, "I've been watching you for many hours now. You've been here all alone for a long time. I don't think anyone is coming to save you any time soon"

"You're wrong! It's past my curfew. They'll be worried about me"

"Oh is that so?" Fenrir mocked sympathy, dropping Remus to the ground and watching with pleasure as he struggled to get back to his feet. "Well then, if they really are coming to find you then I may need to make this a lot quicker than I had planned"

Fenrir raised his large hand and swiped Remus on the face, he cried out in pain and fell to the floor again, his hand immediately flew to his face and he felt a pool of warmth beginning to form. He was bleeding. The thought of that made him squeamish but he needed to get out of here before any more damage could be done. With his hand still to his face Remus shakily tried to get to his feet, the blood was pounding in his head and the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he tried to claw his way to freedom.

Fenrir stood back and watched, watching as the blood pouring from his face was now laying a trail behind the boy. He licked his lips, he could almost taste the blood. He walked slowly behind him, allowing him to get to the edge of the forest, letting him taste that slight bit of hope before grabbing the back of his jacket and pulling him back against the tree. He had pulled him with such force that the small tree cracked slightly.

"You know, I was going to kill you. I thought that would be a good way to show everyone that Werewolves are not meant to be messed with. But I think I know a better way to prove that"

Fenrir smirked before ripping the neck of Remus' shirt wide open, his nose moved along his jaw as he found the sweet spot before ripping into it. He bit with so much force that Remus couldn't help but let out a blood curdling scream. Fenrir felt a gush of blood enter his mouth and when he was satisfied he pulled away from the young boy and let him crumple to the ground, watching as he writhed in pain.

"Tonight was the perfect choice to do this" Fenrir grinned, looking up into the sky just as the clouds began to move to reveal a full moon.

"You're first change. And when your parents find you, you'll be the shell of the boy you used to be"

Remus groaned in pain, he felt a fiery burning sensation coursing through his veins. He didn't know how exactly Fenrir had managed to turn him but the pain was excruciating. He saw the boots of his torturer walk over to a small walk and sit down, obviously to enjoy the show.

"You...Won't...Get...Away...With...This" Remus hissed through the pain, raising his head to stare glare at him. He yelled in pain as he felt his limbs grow, some were breaking and moulding into a new shape. Remus dug his hands into the ground, trying to think of anything to make him feel better. He wish this were a nightmare and that in a moment he would wake up and be back in bed. He would be free of this pain.

But no, he knew this wasn't a nightmare and he knew what was about to happen. And for the first time in his life, Remus knew the urge for revenge. Even through the pain he thought of all the countless ways he would get his back on Fenrir for turning him into such a beast. He would wait, he didn't care for how long. But Remus was going to make Fenrir pay for everything he has ever done, not only to him but to all of his other victims.

"Don't fight it" Fenrir hissed, "Allow yourself to feel the pain. Enjoy the sensation of turning for the first time. You'll never experience it again like your first time" He chuckled darkly, looking up the moon and holding his arms out just as the light him. Embracing his own transition.

After a moment or two Remus could now see that in place of Fenrir was a large, scruffy black werewolf glaring right at him. He swore he winked at him in mocking just before he ran out of the woods.

Remus was alone now. And in a considerable amount of pain. He wished he would have died. He wished Fenrir would have killed him. It would have been quicker than this. He cried out in pain again. He could hear the branches of the trees moving, and voices were beginning to float through the air. He could barely raise his head anymore to see the figures walking towards him. As the light from their wands began to fade away, he saw the worried faces of his parents

"Oh my boy!" His Mother cried, crouching down to wipe some of the blood from his face.

"Who did this to you?" His Father's eyes were wide with fear, he knew all too well who done this but hearing it would only confirm it.

Remus groaned, he didn't want to talk. "Fenrir" He cried, tears slowly beginning to fall down his face as he looked at the two people who he loved the most. "Get back from me. Please"

"We will do no such thing" His Mother tried to comfort him but Remus pushed her away

"You have too! He bit me Mother" Remus turned his head to the side to show the deep wound on his neck which was now surrounded with more blood.

His parents gasped as their eyes flickered down to the wound, their hearts breaking for their son who was writing on the ground in agony before them. They had read many stories of Fenrir hurting his victims in the Daily Prophet, but nothing like this. They were sure there were other cases out there but no one had wanted to step forward for they were feared of being shunned from the Wizarding community.

"You have to come back for me in the morning. I'm a danger to you all if you stay here" Remus reached out and grabbed his Mother's hand, giving it a loving squeeze. The other members of the search party murmured in agreement, now looking at his father on what to do

"Very well" He muttered. Getting his wand from his back pocket and along with the other Wizards and Witches they raised their wands towards Remus.

"Step back Mother" Remus ordered, with one last sad look at her son she backed off into the shadows.

And not a moment later Remus let out one last howl of pain, transforming into his new form. Unlike Fenrir's werewolf form, Remus was rather hairless, his skin quite pink under the light of the wands. Before he had a chance to react his werewolf self, various colours of lights were heading his way. His arms and legs were being chained together and he found himself bound to to the tree, wrapped in chains of silver. The enchantments on his skin burned his skin and he growled at all the people standing before them. Right now he was no longer the Remus Lupin everyone knew and loved.

Right now, he was a monster who would harm anyone who got in his way.

And deep down, even if he couldn't think like himself. Remus knew that his life was never going to be the same. He was never going to have an easy life now.