𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 [𝙧. 𝙡𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣]

chapter one

REMUS

Ever wondered what it's like to be half human and half animal?

Yeah, me neither.

On a completely unrelated note, my name is Remus Lupin and I'm a wizard, and a werewolf. 

Now, let's get one thing straight. 

I only told you I'm a werewolf because I'm blindly trusting that you will not, under any circumstances, tell anyone. 

You might be wondering, so what's your father like? or do you live in a pack and go hunting on the full moon? or something of that sort, but I'll have you know that my father is a perfectly normal wizard. 

 Perhaps if you've done a bit of reading, you'll know that to become a werewolf you must be bitten by one, and that's pretty much what happened to me back when I was four. Twelve years later and I'm still hating myself and the werewolf that bit me. 

 If you've done a bit more reading, you'll know that every full moon, us werewolves go through a transformation that shall we say, brings out the inner us. 

 I bitterly envy you if you imagine transformation to be something beautiful, with me spewing golden light everywhere and afterwards leaving me wearing dazzling white robes and a wreath of flowers on my head. You should keep thinking that way. 

 Transformation is probably the worst thing ever, even worse than the sound of nails scratching against a chalkboard. It's painful, and cruel, and most of the time I don't remember anything until I wake up the next morning and find claw marks on everything - me included. My family's always moving because once we stay in the same place too long people begin getting suspicious. 

 To be honest I don't understand how they can still bear to live with me. My mother, Hope Lupin, is the sweetest, most patient person I know, but I guess once in a while she gets tired of me. 

 Let's face it. Nobody wants to be around a werewolf - a lycanthrope - a freak like me. I'm even too dangerous to trust myself. 

 Another thing you should know about lycanthropy: there is no cure, no vaccine, nothing. The Ministry of Magic - yes Magic has a ministry - is out there apprehending underage wizards and watches for lighting stoves with their wands and whatnots while we sit here, struggling to keep off the bad guys, which is, by the way, the ministry's job. 

 I mean, sure, potions might exist, potions that could help, but I'm not likely to find someone who'd be willing to brew it for me. I have told myself this several times and every time it becomes more and more relevant. 

 Remus Lupin, your life is fucked up. 

 * * *

King's Cross Station was this ridiculously large train station that was always overcrowded, but today being the first of September, it was extra crowded. 

 As I pushed my way through the mass of people, I caught a glimpse of Lily Evans, one of my really good friends. She was accompanied by her parents and her sulky elder sister, Petunia. Lily had told me that they fought a lot, mostly because Lily was a witch and Petunia was just a normal kid. I didn't know about her but I'd have loved to have been just a normal kid.