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This is my confessional, the confessional of Remus John Lupin. In here I hope to accurately portray the events of my life and the lives of my friends.In this confessional there will be moments of humor for not all memories are sad but the general flow of my life and that of my friends is on the whole a sad tale, one I wish could be made better.
“Remus,” began my father,“I have some difficult information to share with you. The night you were attacked was a full moon. There is reason to believe that the wolf that attacked you that night was no ordinary wolf but rather a werewolf.”
When my Hogwarts acceptance letter came, I wasn’t excited like most eleven year olds. I took my letter with a grain of salt. I was accepted, but would not be attending. I kept my mouth shut on how I wanted to go. I didn’t know that my parents were considering the possibility of my going.
I was excited to go to school, but at the same time, I was nervous. Would I be able to make friends? What if someone figures out my secret? What house would I be sorted into? Would I do well academically? So many questions were running through my head.
It was James who woke me up though I didn’t know it at the time, I just remember whispering, and then a very persistent someone poking me in the arm a couple of times. “’Lo.” He greeted, peering at me curiously.
To say that Sirius was difficult to live with at first is to put things mildly. Sirius was relentless, constantly insulting us and blaming every problem on the person who was closest at hand. By weeks end, we were all ready for Sirius to move out and go to Slytherin, but apparently we weren’t going to be so lucky.
It was amazing what the talk with Sirius ended up doing. I didn’t know what to expect from it, but what I saw was much better than I had ever seen before. Seeing as the four of us had come to terms with each other, we were not assigned detention for the following week, something we all were grateful about. During the week, things were rather peaceful as we all worked on the prank of turning Lily’s freckles green.
Though Sirius and James fought before bed, by morning it seemed as if nothing happened the night before. Throughout the week James reassured me that it was really a harmless prank. It was that idea that kept me from trying to stop the prank, along with the concept that I did not want to lose the friendships I had formed. I faltered as Lily’s freckles were beginning to turn green. I never expected them to turn such a bright vivid green. I could feel my face start to burn with embarrassment and guilt.
The concept of lying like this made me nervous, which didn’t help my already ragged state. I knew a few lies that I could use, most of them coming from my dad, who coached me in how to lie convincingly. It wasn’t coming up with a lie that worried me, it was the delivery. Each time I’d attempted it, James always seemed suspicious. I’d gotten myself so worked up over it the past few days, that when the day of the moon arrived I felt like I was going to throw up. I came to learn that the guys had a less than pleasant encounter with a few of Sirius’ relatives.
I hadn’t realized how much I missed home until I was back among familiar smells and being hugged by my mum. “It’s good to have you home,” she whispered in my ear as she chocked back tears still holding me tight. Her tear filled eyes scanned me over and I got to look over her for the first time. She was thinner and more pail, here eyes were slightly sunken in and there were dark circles under them, but her same smile was still there telling me that she was my mum despite the changes in her look. It was good to be home but at the same time I was worried about my mum.
I dreaded the coming final moon, how was I supposed to lie to them again. I knew it would only increase the tensions. I had a feeling that I may be loosing my friends never to have them again. It tore me up inside but it was the life of a werewolf something I should have been used to by that time, but I had gotten used to friends and in a way was spoiled.
Though it was a relief being home, life at home was not stress free, at least not as stress free, as I would have liked. It turned out that my mother had taken a turn for the worse while I was away at school. I tried to pretend and deny it but something in my gut told me, she was dying.
The next moon after my mother’s death we exceptionally difficult. It was as if the wolf now knew my weakness, and it took full advantage of it. “You almost got out last night,” explained my father. I spent the next week recuperating and nursing my arm back to health. Most broken bones are rather easy to mend but when they were broken while and I was a werewolf and magically it took more time to heal. This circumstance was not going to help me, and my issue with they guys about my lying.
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