Wolfs & Stars

1. Wolves and Burns

Remus:

Before the bite everything was happy.
Before the bite Remus felt loved.
Before the bite Remus wasn't a monster.

When Remus was young, he would always gaze at the stars. The moon was his friend. When he was scared, he would look to them for safety. He felt as though they were his gaurdian angels.

The bite changed that.

Remus and his mother always enjoyed the moon. His mother was an interesting witch. She would create her own magic. Expeirement with new spells. Remus would watch her use moon energy the cast them. He loved the moon.

The bite changed that.

One night, he was watching his mother under the full moon, His eyes twinkling as his mother cast her spell. A glimpse of gold in the wood behind their small cottage caught his eye. He thought it was his mother's spell.

That was the one mistake that caused their doom.

Remus got up and walked toward the bright golden glow. He could hear panting coming from the glow. He looked at them at started to see an outline...an outline of a wolf. He could feel it staring at him like he was prey. He felt weak and as if there was no hope. He then looked into the glow, to only discover a pair of bright eyes.

As the large wolf jumped onto him he didn't scream or cry out. He froze as he felt sharp teeth sink into his shoulder. Her felt the muscle tear, blood ooze out of the large bite wound. He knew that he would die, how could any normal human survive something like this? He fell to the floor, with only the strength to move his eyes.

He wished he didn't.

What he saw he could never unsee. He saw the kind of memory that you put in shadows and try to hide, but no matter how hard you try, it stays. As others lose their color and become black and white, as others lose their outline and become blurry, this one sticks.

He watched as the large wolf pounced onto his mother. He heard the most terrifying scream come from her as the wolf dragged her across the grass, spitting her out as if it had tasted something bitter next to him. He looked to his mother, eyes wide with fear.

She looked to him, gently smiling, taking in each breath like it was her last.

"Don't let the wolf change you, my star," she said, "Always love the moon, no matter how hard it is, it loves you" she was wheezing now. Blood oozing from her mouth she coughed painfully. Tears running down her cheeks as she looked Remus.

"I love you shooting star" she said holding his hand. Remus felt her hand to limp in his. He watched the color draining from her eyes. He could see the reflection of the moon in them. The moon she loved so much, but now could not see.

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Remus couldn't bring himself to look out into that wood again. Every time he caught a glimpse he hated himself even more. It was all his fault. It hadn't had made the stupid mistake of not telling his mother what he saw, she would be standing her today, hugging him sweetly. The moon would still be his Guardian angel, helping him sleep every night.

He deserved everything he got after that.

His father would always burn him with silver sickles for simple things. If Remus stubbed his toe and whines like a small wolf instead of saying ouch like a human would, silver. Sometimes he was even burned for thing he would never be able to comprehend.

Each burn felt like hot irons on his skin.
Every touch he felt his skin burning away and smelled. Every time he was burned he vomited. But to him, he deserved it, cause wasn't it just keeping the wolf at bay?

Every transformation was tourture. He could feel every bone breaking and reforming in to a wolf like shape, every muscle tearing and fusing back together. He had never seen his wolf form but he knew it was terrible. The had nothing to distract itself with or kill so he would bite at himself, causing the walls of his bedroom to be splattered with blood. When he transformed back into a human, he would be covered in large, bloodied wounds that hurt like hell. He would be forced to care for them himself which only made it worse. Sometimes, he would even be burned with silver as he worked.

Every time after words he would forced to clean his walls of the blood and urine from his room. Each movement causing excruciating pain. He felt as though his every bone was being broken and put back together in every step.

The moment his hogwarts letter came, it only got worse. He was burned more often. His father even went as far as to burn him with a silver plated goblet, something he had never done before. But if was only for the best. Why would a monster deserve to go to such a place? The wolf had to be kept at bay somehow. Every burn, he deserved.