Marauder crack

At the origin, it was the moon

He is five years old and Aurora has warned him. But when young, one prohibition is a call to adventure and because of that, because he has been angry with his mother, because they do not let him do anything fun, because the forest calls him, perhaps because of some other mysterious reason, Remus leaves his grandparents' country house and ventures beyond the garden. With only five years old he takes a step forward and advances outside the border between home and the unknown, wondering what lies beyond. Behind him, the lights of the house begin to diminish and shiver.

He is attracted to the moon. He thinks that if he walks long enough, if he peeks above the height of that hill that insinuates itself in the middle of the forest, he will be able to climb and touch the moon with his fingertips. She is tall and silver and inspires a deep calm. The moon sings and Remus wants to hear the beauty of it.

It happens quickly. This is how he will always tell it. Saying "It happened quickly". He starts to get tired and wants to go home. He is alone and lost and the hill always seems - like the moon - at the same distance.

When he hears his name in Aurora's voice - Remus! Remus! - he feels like crying and thinks "I'm here, mom" and screams. "Mommy!" as high as he can because he doesn't care about the moon anymore and he just wants to go back home, lie down to sleep between warm blankets, apologize for having disobeyed, and be forgiven with a kiss from his mother.

But forgiveness does not come because his own scream betrays him and warns the wolf from his position. He screams, "Mom! I'm here!" and his voice awakens in the beast the thirst for blood. "I do not remember the details" Remus will always say. "I was very small" he will add. "It was all very fast."

He will always lie.

He remembers the details, and although the facts rush to great speed, at the same time I could say that they lasted a whole life. They pass slowly in his mind as if they occurred at a great distance from that forest that, damn, it's about to mark him forever.

His mother screams. "REMUS!" As he could hear the growls and a sound that makes him goosebumps. "AAAAUUUU!" Notice that all his bones are boiling and that the blood that was once flowing suddenly stops. Remus is small, he doesn't know what destiny is, but if he knew he could name what he notices that night. Fate, if he exists, standing, scythe in hand, ready to execute his sentence.

Remus starts to run, without exact direction, feeling that something, behind him, runs a lot faster. He doesn't know what it is until he falls to the ground, stumbles to his feet, and sees him.The first thing he can make out are those yellow eyes. The beast. Then his muzzle, a few inches from his face, breathing, inhaling, breathing. The forest is silent. There is silence. Remus is not afraid, although he supposes that he should be. But he can't, because so close, the wolf is silver like the moon. A magnificent white-haired, shiny, greater than he, almost as great as the fears of him more deeply. It makes him feel calm, for a long moment, in which Remus wonders if he can touch him since he doesn't reach the moon. He reaches out and the wolf breathes, erratic, deep, like a man at the edge of a revelation. Letting go for a fraction of a second. 

The panic comes much later when the shriek again makes its way into the forest. "REMUS !!!" shouts his mom. And then, Remus suddenly sees the reality of the situation: A filthy, old looking big kind of dog, with yellow eyes and bloody seizures all over his furry body, stands on his hind legs, opens his teeth to swallow the moon, and instead of biting into the sky, bites in the direction of the five-year-old boy, who falls to the ground, unconscious, bleeding, after that putrid teeth infected him with a lot more than illness: a curse.

Bitten.

-REMUS- Aurora yells as soon as she sees him.

Her son is lying on the floor, deathly pale, the same color as that full moon in August that looks at them both from the sky, silver, like the back of a werewolf. Remus Lupin is five years old and has been sentenced to a life of pain disgrace. He does not know that worse sentences await him because he still doesn't know Sirius Black. And he doesn't know what love is.