The Marauders: YEAR ONE

Remus Lupin and Fenrir Greyback

Remus Lupin was a joyful kid. Well, all joy that a five year old could posses. He enjoyed everything his parents could afford to give him, as the Lupin's were a poor family. The Lupin's lived on the edge of town, in a small cozy cottage, which just managed to fit all three of them in. The house was always warm, and candles always lit it up, making it look like it popped right out of a fairytale book. Remus loved it. He loved every nook and cranny of that house, with so many spots to hide in when playing hide and seek with his mother. This was home, this is where five year old Remus wanted to spend the rest of his life. Unfortunately for him, that wouldn't always stand as corrected.

Hope, who was Remus' mother, was a beautiful woman. She had long brown hair and amber eyes, which Remus had inherited. She was a graceful, peaceful person, who only seeked to help others in greater need of her own. She was a muggle of course, but when Lyall, her husband, revealed to her that he was a wizard, she started to learn how to brew herbal remedies, which were in perfect condition for her to send off to St.Mungos to help the sick wizards. Remus looked more like his father. Light brown hair, a freckled long nose, sharp cheekbones. He was everything his parents dreamed him to be.

Hope sat on the rocking chair outside on the freshly cut grass, watching Remus play aeroplanes with his makeshift paper ones. She smiled to herself. She loved seeing Remus so happy, even if she couldn't afford to get him the proper toys like the other boys in the small Welsh village had.

In her hands sat her knitting kit and wool, as she was knitting up Remus and new jumper, as he continuously bit at the end of his sleeves. Hope can't count the amount of times she had to reprimand him and tell him not to do that. Sat next to her was Lyall, who was reading the Daily Phrophet. His big article on the new law against werewolves and the lycanthropes Section 37, had been passed, and made a big hit down in the Ministry. This had not only earned him a hell of a lot of praise and a promotion with his wages, but after his commotion during the trail of Fenrir Greyback, who had killed two muggle children, Lyall had pointed out that Greyback was indeed a werewolf, and even had signs of it. But the Ministry ignored him, which made Lyall upset and angry, as they were supposed to trust him as he was the leader of the understanding dark creatures. Before he was kicked out of the trail, he angrily declared that werewolves were: "Soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death!"

Part of Lyall regretted what he said, and he'd regret it for all his life, but the other half knew he was right about it. He knew what Fenrir Greyback was. Nothing but a dirty, little werewolf who went praying around muggle towns, searching for muggle children to kill and eat when the full moon arose. However, tonight was a full moon. It was bright and beautiful, and Remus adored the moon. Every moon cycle when it hit the full moon, Remus would grab his stool and rest his arms on the windowsill, watching the moon with awe until either his mum or dad came into his room to put him to bed.

"Remus, sweetheart, it's time for bed!" Hope shouted out to Remus, watching him run around with his planes. Remus ignored her. Just ten more minutes, he thought, just ten more minutes.
The backyard gate creaked open, and Remus stoped running around, to look at the gate. He frowned. He was confused because if someone wanted to come into the house, then they'd use the front door, not the backyard gate. Remus had turned around to see if his parents had noticed, but he saw that they were sat laughing about something in the newspaper. He was scared. As scared he had never felt before. He couldn't understand why the backyard gate was opening, or why a certain individual would do such things.
A dark, figure gloomed over the gate, which was even darker than night its self. It seemed as though there was a dark cloud that followed this figure where ever it went, just carrying grief after grief. That's when Lyall noticed it. He could feel the gloom and shadowy figure step into his garden. Quickly, he arose, taking his wand out of his pocket and walking slowly to where the figure seemed to be stood.

"Who goes there?" He asked timidly, his eyes darting from his son and to the shadowy figure that lurked beneath the tree. The shadow giggled, like an evil or mischievous giggle that you knew would immediately get you into grave danger. Lyall knew who it was. Of course he bloody knew it was.

"Show yourself you little shit!" Lyall yelled, pointing his wand at the shadow. Remus jumped at his father shouting, as he had never done that before. Remus just stood and watched his father frantically point his wand at a shadow, and Remus thought his father was going insane, and would have to be sent to one of those loony houses that his father had told him about so many times. The shadow stepped out, and Remus was disgusted at the sight of this man. The shadow man was filthy from his hair to his shoes, and he seemed to be dripping off some weird slimly sludge, and he also stank. Terribly. But there was no other way to describe how scary this man was to Remus. He looked like he would kill willing, without hesitation, just for his own fun. Remus cowered back, and tripped over a rock which sent him thumbing to the ground. This got Greyback's attention. He turned his head and gave Remus a wicking smirk, a smirk that he'll never forget for the rest of his life.

Hope stood at the top of the house, quivering. She didn't know what to do. Her first option was to call the police, but what would they be able to do about some shaggy werewolf man who snuck into their garden? Hope was powerless and unable to do anything, other than stand there in fear. She felt useless, watching her husband try fight this monster, and her poor son lay on the floor in shock. An urge in her wanted to run down and sweep Remus up and lock them both safely in the house, but she knew too well that that would only cause things to be 10x worse.

"Well, what do we have here?" Fenrir sneered, slowly edging to where Remus lay. Remus tried to shuffle back from the monster, but his legs were unable to cooperate.

"Get the fuck away from my son!" Lyall yelled, his eyes furrowed angrily. But Greyback paid no attention to Lyall Lupin, and kept edging closer and closer to the vulnerable child, just waiting for the full moon to peek over the clouds. Lyall grew angrier and angrier each step the wolf took near his son, so he did the only logical thing he could think to do. He raised his wand and shot spell after spell after spell, trying to get the creature away from his child. Greyback hunched back and started to moan. Lyall knew that now he had fucked up. Only if he could go in time and not say what he said. Only if...

A matter of seconds is all it took for Fenrir Greyback to transform and take a deep bite out of Remus' shoulder. The five year old let out a scream of agony and pain no five year old should be able to scream, and blood poured all the way down his body. His mother let out a cry and rushed down to Remus as fast as she could. Lyall kept throwing curses at Greyback until finally the wolf had started to bleed a little and ran away, pleased with what he had down.

Lyall Lupin fell to his knees and began to cry, and sent out a prayer to the sky, like he had seen his wife do every single night before they went to bed. He had never fucked up this bad in his life. And now, he had ruined his only sons' life.