Beast Of The Whomping Willow

Prologue

The baby lay asleep in its cradle, unawares to the horrible plan that was in store for him. Remus Lupin was only a few months old and he was already a parents dream come true, a quiet baby boy. Well behaved and quick to learn, Remus was already showing signs of great magic and power within his tiny body.

Remus's Father and Mother lay asleep in the room next to his, Unaware to the fact that they had left their babies window open just a crack. But alas, just a crack was all that was needed. For what was waiting patiently in the bushes not even one hundred metres from the house, was Fenrir Greyback, a huge werewolf. His hulking figure would have been easily visible had it not been the middle of the night.

Fenrir slinked slowly towards the small cottage, careful not to step on any stray twigs that may cross his path. He absolutely loved this, the feeling of the hunt. Reaching the fence of that surrounded the small house he stood up on his hind legs and stepped over the fence with ease, his bones and muscles cracking and popping into place. This tiny fence made Fenrir chuckle to himself, it is the arrogance of man to think that slim pieces of wood could keep them safe from all the fowl monsters and demons that roam this world.

He lifted his nose to the air, breathing in deeply. Squirrel, Dog, Sheep, Cat, Chicken. And there it was, the scent he had been looking for... Baby. Fenrir let his nose take control, its twitchy movements sending him in every direction until it settled on its target. He walked steadily around the side of the tiny house, following his nose he came upon the slightly cracked open window. 

That little crack was the difference between a happy normal life, and one that was filled with nothing but pain and struggle. If Mr Lupin had been a little bit more careful whilst setting his son down to bed, maybe just maybe, none of the events in this story would have unfolded. That window was the one weak link in the walls that were supposed to protect that family.

The big muscular bipedal wolf pushed his nose into the crack, breathing in deeply, relishing the sent of the baby boy only mere metres away from him. Fenrir Pushed one long finger into the crack between the window and the wood, and pulled the window open. He delicately lifted one leg into the room and his body soon followed. He made his way over towards to the peaceful baby. leaning his head down he took another deep whiff, He was slowly been overcome with the desire to eat. The huge wolfish head let out the huge tongue and scraped the rough surface along the babys body, taking in every taste and smell. Fenrir was so caught up in the moment that he was unaware that the baby had awoken. 

Baby Remus started crying, that crying turned to screaming. Fenrir was so caught up that not even his keen ears, and nose even paid attention to the big man who groggy with sleep opened the door to his sons room. Overcome with fright and immediate sadness, Mr Lupin screamed a bloodcurdling and hateful scream and reached for his wand. Fenrir in complete shock bit down on the baby and dropped it on the floor. "Stupefy" and a blast of blue light burst forth from Mr lupins wand and hit Fenrir square in the chest. Fenrir stumbled backwards and fell through the wall and onto the garden. He yelped and ran away into the forest. Dozens of spells flew after him, flung from the hateful and grief filled Mr lupin.

The baby was alive, he had a deep bite on his leg, a thick puddle of saliva was pooling  in the middle of the wound. Mr lupin stood over his son sadly, for Mr lupin knew of what his son Remus's future would entail. He knew that there was no choice but to either kill his son, or let him live and spend his days as a social recluse, an outcast, and a danger to everyone. He raised his wand sadly and pointed it at his sons head. "AVada-" he could not do it. Mr Lupin could not do that, he loved his son with all his heart. He could not bare it.

A triumphant howl echoed in the distance.