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#1 (epilogue)
Remus had a family before. For the most part they were happy too, his father had a steady job, working at the ministry, and his mother took care of him. But this quickly changed once Remus was bitten and turned into a werewolf by Fenrir Greyback. Greyback was notorious for turning kids, and was a highly wanted criminal by the ministry. His father had killed himself because of what Remus was, his own guilt of not being able to save him had consumed him whole, and his mother left him up for adoption soon after that. She hardly said goodbye to Remus.
One could consider the orphans that he was surrounded by in his youth his family, but Remus could barely remember their names, so much as call them his family. He never spent long enough there to get to know them. Remus spent his childhood in and out of orphan’s homes because, 'no person could possibly know how to take care of that monster!’ A monster. That term seemed to have become well acquainted with Remus once he was turned, and for the most part he appeared to accept that he was a monster. I mean, every caretaker he had unanimously decided that that word best fit with Remus Lupin. He never had anybody tell him otherwise, so they must be right.
Right?
At the ripe age of eleven, and after five years of these exchanges between orphanages, Remus had accepted his fate; he was doomed to be a lonely, unloveable monster, presumably forever. He got by using books as a means of escape, a way to live multiple lives, all of which he would trade his for in a heartbeat. Lives full of magic and wonder, brave heroes and beautiful jewels. His life had no hope. That is why, when Albus Dumbledore, the supposed headmaster of this special school for people ‘like him’, showed up at his current orphanage, Remus was skeptical. The man was old, with a long white beard that nearly reached the top of his stomach. He had the kindest eyes of any of the headmasters Remus had ever met, they seemed to have this kind of sparkle to them, and it made Remus wonder why this man wanted him to go to his school. But Remus had grown used to being asked to go places without reason or understanding, and decided not to let this opportunity go. At the very least it would get him away from the orphanage, so it couldn’t be all bad.
Remus could not have left that wretched, cold orphanage any faster, it wasn't like they wanted him there anyway. So when September first came around, the young boy found himself wandering around platform 9 ¾ with his trolley, and his future charms professor. His required school supplies were shipped to him the week previous, where he also received a letter that mentioned he was to be accompanied by a professor to help navigate the station with him. He wasn’t expecting a three foot tall man with square spectacles and a bushy beard, but little did he know this was only the beginning of the surplus of intriguing persons he would meet in his life. Remus’ arrival to platform 9 ¾ went quite smoothly, and as soon as he had appeared, the charms professor had disappeared, leaving Remus alone, surrounded by children and parents bidding their goodbyes for the year, rowdy students, and a magical train.