LUPIN, Remus John (Venom & Valor)

Title: LUPIN, Remus John
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Remus John Lupin - May 23, 2011 04:08 PM (GMT)

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SEVENTEEN

year old

MALE

loyalties lie with

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX


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full name;

Remus John Lupin

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nicknames;

Moony, Mudblood, Remmy, Rems, "that quiet kid who hangs out with Black and Potter," bookworm, know-it-all, git who's too smart for his own good, the "good boy" of the Marauders, monster, werewolf, beast... "Let's stop the cruel terms there, shall we? I can only take so much of that...unfounded prejudice."

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d.o.b;

March 10, 1960

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sexuality;

Heterosexual, though some would say asexual

"Dating isn't always a priority. I flirt, just like any other hormone driven teenager, particularly like any testosterone driven teenager of any given race. I get dates often enough, nothing like James' single-minded focus on Lily or Sirius' swarm of admirers amongst the gentler sex. It's a bit embarrassing because my mates always know who I like. I either become a complete gentleman - making them, in turn, look like a couple of howler monkeys in mating season - or I turn into a gibbering moron. More often than not, I have trouble getting out a complete sentence in front of a pretty girl. I trip over my own feet or spill things or mix up words."

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employment;

Student

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hometown;

Burton Upon Trent, Staffordshire, England

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Play-by?
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Ash, 12 1/4", dragon heartstring core

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Rider Strong

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Order

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Remus is a very complex fellow once a person bothers to look twice. His trust is hard-earned, but only the blackest sort of blasphemy can lose that trust once it has been earned. Loyal to a fault, Remus would do anything for his friends short of breaking the law - and that sole exception only exists under special circumstances. He always tries to have the interests of those he cares for at heart, which can sometimes cause them to view him as something of a wet blanket. This concern has made him more likely to support those he cares for, seeking the positive outcome of whatever a person might want to do.
 
Though Remus is more likely to escape a fight through his masterful verbal skills and diplomacy, he has also made himself a force to be reckoned with on the dueling floor. His quick reflexes and amazing ears, as well as his skill at casting non-verbal spells, make him a very difficult opponent to get the drop on. Remus is incredibly protective of those he cares about, much like a wolf looking out for the rest of his pack. More than once, he has stood beside one or another of his friends in an illegal after-hours duel in some empty classroom or another. Honor and loyalty are both very weighty words in the young man's vocabulary; a promise made to a friend is to be kept at all costs.
 
A life spent learning to love books has given Remus very high intelligence and an always hungry intellect. He desires little more out of life than an intellectual challenge. Of course, the werewolf's cautious nature has kept most of his experimenting under everyone's radar. While never one to blatantly flaunt rule-breaking, a fashion more appropriate to bolder young men than he, Remus has skirted the rules a fair number of times. As practice for class, he's brewed potions illegally in the past, resulting in a perfectly brewed Babbling Beverage on the "first try" in class a week later. Remus has never been one to take rule-breaking lightly. It is allowed in the name of academia, when even the hardest of Professors might agree with his unassailable logic. It is permitted, even encouraged, when a friend or family member is in danger. Breaking rules merely to alleviate boredom is something Remus only agrees to at his worst times, the days his "furry little problem" has him growling and snarling at any who come near, not caring about anything but getting the hurt and fatigue to end.
 
Around the full moon, Remus' temperament completely changes. Rather than his usual unshakable calm, his continual patience, the level-headed teen will be more likely to raise his voice or shut down. Any time he'll speak will be a growl unless he's getting his way, the only time he'll bother to demand anything for himself. The request is usually simple: peace and quiet, a good set of notes from any classes he may miss, an extra few blankets to combat chill, an open window to combat overheating, and a clean basin he can throw up in if needed. His mood, usually level, is more likely to swing wildly from one extreme to the next. He'll growl and snarl one minute and apologize the next before sinking into a quiet depression until something else sets off another barrage of swears and curses. This change in personality is a secondary reason for his loathing of the full moon; Remus knows logically that his friends don't deserve that treatment from him. Of course, they seldom get the worst of Remus Lupin's worst behavior. Seven years of friendship and nearly as much time knowing the truth have taught the rest of the Marauders to keep clear until Remus' mood becomes more amicable. He also tolerates a lot more from them, a small price for the gift of sanity they gave him since mastering Animagus transformations in their fifth year.
 
Monthly cycles aside, Remus can be somewhat hard-headed and tends to be too dependent on books. He can have trouble believing things he hasn't seen with his own eyes. Occasionally, he can jump to conclusions, especially if he's concerned for the safety of his friends. It makes him nervous when he tries to plan things and can't because of unknown quantities, unknown decisions. If the unknown were ever to happen and cause Peter, James, or Sirius to be hurt... Suffice to say, Remus likes being in control as much as humanly possible. If he can't be in control, he wants to know who is and, even if that person is someone he trusts, Remus tends to remain wary and on guard. The sole exception to this, of course, is the Marauders. Remus trusts them with his life, would go to Hell and back for them.
 
In some ways, Remus can be idealistic. He longs for the night that may never come, a night when he can retain his sanity while the full moon shines overhead. He waits for word of Voldemort's downfall. He prays for his mother's safety as she stays in her new home, a Muggle sanitarium Remus had to admit her to following his father's death. He always sees the good in everyone. This faith in the power of good, child-like and innocent in its strength, could be all that's kept the teenager young in his hard life. This same faith is one of his bigger downfalls; Remus can handle physical pain to an astonishing degree - emotional blows are the ones more likely to cripple him.

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The scene is familiar: the woman, her stomach swollen, turns to her husband and says "it's time." In the case of Marcus and Amelia Lupin, a wizard and Muggle who had been married four years before ever becoming pregnant, this important phrase had to be repeated twice. Even then, Amelia's husband didn't hear her clearly, as the couple had joined friends at a rather crowded pub. When her water broke, Marcus finally got the memo. Overhead, the full moon was a silent witness to the now appropriately frantic couple as Marcus tried to determine where he could find a Healer in the middle of a Muggle neighborhood. The irony of this silent witness wasn't clear until another full moon, a blue moon that fell before the child's fourth birthday. Until that night, Remus John Lupin was a happy child, smiling and playful, inquisitive by nature, and completely unaware of the odds that he might have been introduced to the world on a pub floor. Well loved by his parents, the little boy, though an only child, was far from spoiled, not that he noticed his family's lack of riches. He was well cared for and, even at a young age, was taught something new every day. Early lessons dictated by the letters, shapes, and colors decorating his nursery had him reading simple books at age three. Once able to walk, there was no stopping young Remus from exploring his world. Everything was accessible, everything a chance for a new game or a new lesson. His tendency for exploring as well as his father's uncontrollable mouth, became the toddler's downfall.
 
Moving down the garden path, careful to keep clear of the countless buildings that bordered their property, Remus was searching for his toys in the dark. If he didn't get back soon, Amelia would be furious with him and it would be bed without dessert all for the hopes of finding his stuffed toy rabbit. He never expected to hear the growl or see the glowing eyes in the night. The man who stepped out of the shadows was tremendous, stringy hair hanging in his face, teeth showing in a way that was not at all friendly. Remus froze until the moment the clouds parted, revealing the full moon. That terrifying night started a life-long ritual of horror connected to the moon's never-ending cycles. At the time, all Remus remembered was the feeling of pain, of sticky wet blood on his shoulder, in his hair, of the monster's breath hot and stinking in his face, its matted fur and stink choking him as he wondered futilely where his toy was, why he hadn't kept a better eye on it. Remus had succumbed to darkness by the time the curse hit the monster holding him in its jaws.
 
When he woke, all he knew was pain. His right shoulder and arm were strapped tight to his side, both throbbing worse than his head. Everyone was yelling until they realized he was awake. The room became quiet so quickly then, Amelia placing a cool rag on his forehead while Marcus continued to glare at the strangers in their funny looking green robes. They both had thin pieces of wood in their hands, pointed directly at Marcus, standing protectively in front of his bleeding son. Remus didn't bother to make sense of this strange predicament; everything hurt too much. A week after the attack, his parents explained everything to him. He was now a werewolf and on the next full moon... As they told him, Remus felt cold. They couldn't stop his tears, his fierce denials, and a rather impressive temper tantrum. He stomped his feet and flailed his arms, screamed and wailed until his face was red. His parents simply closed the bedroom door, ignoring the crashes and bangs as Remus took out his temper on his belongings. The sounds of breaking furniture and cries of pain would become all too common in the Lupin household, a monthly soundtrack they couldn't block out.
 
The Lupin's small garden shed became Remus' sanctuary during the full moons, Marcus acting as his primary care-taker when the injuries became too much for Amelia to see. Month after month, year after year, the cycle of the moon and Remus' transformations became the only constant in his life. His parents tried and failed, time after time, to treat the affliction, each treatment causing Remus to injure himself worse than the month before. With no help for their son, they could only keep him safe. Any time the neighbors grew too suspicious, any time Remus got out, they had to leave, running in secret through the night while Remus, recovering from whatever recent injuries he'd inflicted on himself, was passed from parent to parent. That became the pattern of his life. Between the cursed moon's cycle in its monthly waxing to full, Remus remained almost as happy as he'd been before the bite. There were books to read, stories to imagine, and games to play - even if he had to play them alone. The lack of playmates didn't bother him, as long as nobody knew the truth or made fun of him for it, called him a monster, avoided him. Remus couldn't tell anyone his secret or he'd be taken away. That mantra, his mother's mantra against bad luck, haunted him worse than the full moon. You'll never be taken away, Remus. Not if you hide it.
 
At age seven, his family living in their fifth house in three years, Remus showed his first signs of magical ability. While sitting at the dinner table, a fully prepared serving of Remus' favorite dessert came, on its own, from the kitchen and sat itself down on the table in front of him. Amelia scooped the bowl of ice cream up before Remus could taste it, but his parents knew he'd taken after his father. They explained it to him that night, warning him as always to be careful. He musn't get too angry anytime he was around Muggles as it could bring on an uncontrolled burst of magical ability. Remus was a wizard, albeit an untrained one. As he took in every fact they offered him, Remus nodded, his blue eyes grave, lips pursed in an attitude too serious for any seven year old. He stayed quiet until they left, then lay down and opened a book to read. Though the family had never been good at communicating many deep feelings, all three of the Lupins shared the same fear that night.
 
Hogwarts, while a sure thing for every other student who showed potential, was more of a pipe dream for Remus. With his affliction, knowing the terrible prejudice the Wizarding World felt against werewolves, Marcus warned him not to hope. Instead, he and Amelia waited, watching their son grow. Remus still loved learning; he was reading on an advanced level and had already torn through most of the books in the house. He read every night before bed, even if he could only keep his eyes open for two minutes. The small lamp on his bedside table always illuminated the growing map of scars on his hands and arms. Surely, their son's life was hard enough. Surely, someone so hungry to learn could not be denied the education they deserved. For their son, Marcus and Amelia hoped beyond hope. Maybe at school, Remus could be happy, could make friends. But how could he be allowed amongst his peers during the full moon? How could he afford to miss out on lessons while he recovered from his injuries? How could they look their son in the eyes and explain to him that, thanks to a series of thoughtless comments Marcus had made in the office, Remus would never attend school because he wasn't considered human? It was impossible to think of, so they held on to hope.
 
Everything changed, the first true and honest-to-god blessing in the youngster's life, when a stranger appeared at the door of the Lupin's newest cottage. Their son was ten years old when he first met Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Hogwarts' Headmaster for several years and Remus' ticket to the education he so hungered for. Dumbledore was calm as he was informed of Remus' condition; he reassured the worried parents that their son, sheltered by necessity for so much of his life, would be perfectly safe at Hogwarts. He told them about safety precautions that had been put in place, including the planting of a Whomping Willow to ensure no student ventured too close to the secret passageway. At Dumbledore's suggestion, Remus spent a few full moons in the then-unnamed Shrieking Shack, earning the place its reputation, as helped along by Dumbledore, as the most haunted building in Briton. The alibi was set.
 
The next year, a pale and worried Remus Lupin triple-checked his belongings as he stood on the platform, numb to his mother's embraces. At eleven years old, the boy was awed by the world he'd just been permitted to enter, his father's world. He wasn't a monster. This proved it, didn't it? Didn't it? He didn't look so different from the other children milling around here. Perhaps he wasn't shaking as badly, but that might have been the only difference. Shaking required mental facilities and Remus was sure his brain was no longer working, too greatly overloaded by the still fresh sights of Diagon Alley and the scarlet steam engine before him that promise education. Somehow, his numb feet carried him onto the train and into an empty compartment. Unhesitatingly, Remus picked up one of his brand new school books and opened it, content as he curled up in the patch of sunlight spilling from the window.
 
His reading was interrupted when a pudgy boy came in, looking nervous and ill at ease. "Mind if I join you?" The boy's voice was a nervous squeak, trilling and tittering. Remus offered a one-shoulder shrug and closed his book, wondering if the blond boy could guess the truth. Whatever deity there might be to look after eleven year old boys, an intervention came to spare the two from awkward conversation. This intervention came in the form of the trolley. At the sight of all those sweets, Remus' eyes glazed over. Before long, he and Peter Pettigrew wre talking and laughing, trying to disgust one another by dares revolving around Bertie Bott's Every Flavor beans. this lasted until some older students arrived and forced them out. Remus obeyed more reluctantly than Peter, noting the silver snakes on the older students robes.
 
Moving back down the train, Peter seemed to have taken it upon himself to find their new compartment, claiming it had been his fault they'd been kicked out. Remus said nothing, though he felt sure the older students had somehow known his secret. It wasn't Peter's fault. Before he could get further lost in his thoughts, a compartment door opened violently. The hook-nosed boy leaving the compartment ran headlong into Peter, sending him into Remus. The three boys, after much swearing, finally disentangled themselves, with the unknown boy bolting without an apology. Remus helped Peter to his feet and the two moved into the compartment on the invitation of the others inside.
 
Remus didn't say much at first to either James Potter or Sirius Black, opening his book and making sure to mutter his name when Peter jabbed him in the side. Listening, Remus learned that James and Sirius were both from pureblood families. That made it take longer for him to relax, but finally, when Peter insisted his new friend put the book down, Remus complied. The conversation flowed naturally to include Remus, laughter mingling in a new way unfamiliar to the young werewolf. When Sirius noticed the scars on his hands, Remus shrugged, ears reddening, and muttered something about climbing a lot of trees. His mother's mantra hissed in his ear again. If you don't keep it secret, you'll be taken away.
 
Terrifying images of being dragged off the train for being a monster refused to be shaken from his mind. Finally, they reached Hogsmede station. He could breathe again. Crossing the lake in a boat with three people he didn't know, the werewolf's blue-gray eyes stayed on the dark surface of the lake. "What do you think's down there?" He'd definitely seen movement and whatever it was was big. Nobody answered him - the school was finally in view and the lake was forgotten.
 
At the Sorting Ceremony, Remus nervously put on the Sorting Hat. What would happen? "Hm... Intelligent. Highly intelligent. Eager to please. A werewolf? My word, fascinating... Hard-working, ambitious. Brave. You've been through trials, I see. Where to put you?" The Hat mumbled like that for another ten seconds before: "GRYFFINDOR!" Grinning, Remus moved along the applauding tables of students to claim a seat. That night, unpacking his belongings with more care and precision than his new dorm-mates did, Remus reminded himself again to be careful. If they found out his secret...
 
School was wonderful, better than Remus could ever have hoped. He took to Charms with finesse, often spending extra hours helping Peter Pettigrew out. The only hitch in the happiest days of his life came, inevitably, with the full moon. His dorm-mates asked questions and Remus continued to make excuses and lie. Where had he been? His mother was sick. Why was he bandaged? Another fall, a mis-fired hex, a potion boiled over. Was he feeling alright? Fine, perfect, never better. The tremors and chills made the last lie less and less believable. Still, he stuck to his story, keeping a distance from the other boys. He couldn't afford to get close.
 
In their second year, Remus' dorm-mates confronted him. It took a lot of work before he was finally worn down enough that there was nothing more to tell, no more lies to reach for. Feeling like a rabbit caught in a snare, Remus whispered out the truth. It took another hour for them to convince him they didn't care. He still wasn't sure, though the first break came when James' carefree voice spoke up. "What difference does it make what you do one night a month, mate?" A very small smile twitched at the corners of Remus' mouth. "The full moon lasts longer than one night, mate," he whispered. "Keep your voice down, please."
 
Watching James Potter and Sirius Black in the library, working feverishly to find anything that might help their friend, was the sight that finally convinced him. Remus sighed. He knew what the books said, the truth and the lies both. He knew there was no cure, no way to keep him sane. Convincing the others of that simple truth proved impossible, so he left them to it. That was also the year his friends began to cover for him, coming up with better explanations for his absences and helping him catch up with homework. The first friends Remus had ever had proved to be the best and loyalest. The most important lesson Remus learned that year was that friendship, true friendship, can never be broken.
 
This was a lesson learned again and again through the years. In third year, when Sirius yelled "Oi, Moony," across the lake, Remus earned his nickname. When Peter served a detention with him so he wouldn't be alone scrubbing muck encrusted cauldrons, Remus learned the beauty of silence between friends. When Sirius and James took the rap for a prank gone wrong, Remus learned again of loyalty. As it turned out, no matter what his parents said, being close to people wasn't that bad.
 
The Slytherins, of course, taught Remus the meaning of hate. Having lived his entire childhood heavily sheltered, Remus didn't know the extent of the Wizarding community's feelings against werewolves or half-bloods or any of that mess. The Slytherins provided him with an invaluable education. More than once, Remus' Jelly Legs Jinx prevented some Slytherin or other from stuffing Peter into a suit of armor. More than once, his Stinging Hexes protected Sirius or James if they grew too distracted in the corridors. The lesson of friendship was the most valuable thing Remus ever learned.
 
In their fifth year, Remus was made a House Prefect along with Lily Evans, subject of James' boyhood fantasies since he'd first laid eyes on her. Spending time with her away from his friends, Remus slowly got to know her. Thrilled to find someone else who understood recreational reading, the only time the two had any problems was when James was mentioned. Remus maintained quiet support of all three of his friends, though he didn't fault Lily her dislike of them or try and persuade her otherwise. Respect was formed.
 
Respect was the watchword of fifth year as Remus' friends, who had taken to calling themselves the Marauders around the same time Moony received his nickname, agreed to break Wizarding law. It had taken them three years to figure it out, but they had finally found a solution to combat Remus' "furry little problem." They became Animagi. Peter, now Wormtail, turned into a rat. His job was to scurry under the Whomping Willow's thrashing branches and press the knot to freeze the deadly tree. Sirius, now Padfoot, turned into a great black dog, large enough to keep Moony at bay. If Padfoot failed, James, now Prongs, was more than enough of a threat. Remus still has a few scars left by the horns of James' Animagus form: a stag.
 
It seemed like things couldn't possibly be better. During the full moons, Remus now had sanity. The Marauders ruled the school, or so they thought. Remus had the best friends in the entire world; they spent every summer together and were almost inseparable. In their sixth year, boredom would push Sirius to betrayal.
 
Detentions during the full moon were never terribly promising for any of the Marauders, least of all Remus. The absence of his friends, though he was glad to know that, at least once, they wouldn't be put at risk, brought back all of it. The pain, the insanity, the lack of self, the hunting wolf. That night, Remus fought his own mind and Moony won. The door opened, the scent of meat, the sound of a beating heart. Snarling, the beast ran, ploughing into the door when it snapped shut. That night, Moony howled louder and longer than ever before, howled in anger and yelped in pain. Denied a meal, the wolf tore at its own skin and fur, the same as always. As the moon began to wane, the Gryffindor still half-crazy and blinded by pain, Remus was told what had happened.
 
Sirius had told Severus Snape, a Slytherin who had taken an immediate dislike to the Marauders, exactly how to get past the Willow. Though he hadn't told Snape what he would find at the end of the secret tunnel, the greasy-haired boy had seen enough. Remus' fury doubled when he learned that James had followed Snape into the tunnel to get him away. That night, both their lives had been at risk. Remus could've killed Severus, could've killed James, all because Sirius had been bored.
 
It was the worst fight the Marauders had ever had. Remus did not forgive easily and he spent the next month ignoring his friends. Any time the four young men were in the same room together and alone, silencing charms were cast, freeing them to yell and scream at one another. For the most part, it remained a very quiet month. The owl was what stopped the fight. "Remus, your father has died. Come home. Mum." Cold as ice, Remus was in shock for most of the early train ride home, Peter sitting loyally by his side, James and Sirius watching him from the other side of the small compartment. Apologies were exchanged and waved off in turn, forgiveness offered all around in the face of tragedy. Remus went home, stood beside his mother at the funeral, and spend the summer recovering.
 
Now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, Remus dreads the idea of joining the real world once he graduates. Never able to cope following her husband's death, Amelia resides in a Muggle sanatorium, placed there by her seventeen year old son. He visits her as often as he is able and has told nobody of her status, not even his friends. He's on edge about exams as well, or so he tells his friends any time they ask. Every day and more and more legislation is passed against werewolves, promising a difficult life waiting. For now, Remus is content to live in the moment and make it through school, hoping it is not his last year with his friends.

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The room was high-ceilinged and dark, a small desk sitting at the end of the long empty waiting area. The witch behind the desk looked as if she might drop dead of boredom at any minute. Her tone, however, was cold and detached, businesslike and completely uncaring. "Lupin, Remus." Same old song and dance. Remus moved slowly from the bench, crossing the polished wood floor at his own pace. He moved so slowly that the woman looked up and caught his eye. He didn't look away, glaring. "Surrender your wand," she said in that same flat tone. Remus obeyed, whipping the thin wooden rod out before she could blink. "State your name for the record."
 
"Remus John Lupin." The sixteen year old's voice was chilling, tense as a fissure in the middle of a glacier. His eyes held a clear message: 'if you hadn't taken away my wand...' The woman made a note on a piece of parchment. "Where did you receive your first bite?" "On my right shoulder." "How long ago did you receive your first bite?" "Twelve years ago. I was four." Remus knew all the numbers, all the questions, so well he could answer them in his sleep. He knew his file number and the names of every member of this department. He knew they all hated him, scorned his parents for not having him killed. "Who were you bitten by?" They were so careful with their phrasing, placing the blame squarely on Remus' pale shoulders instead of where it truly belonged. "Fenrir Greyback."
 
Behind him, a growl sounded. Remus didn't flinch, sure it was another of Greyback's victims. The witch blew an airhorn; the sound echoed in the large room, bouncing from wall to wall and sending all it's occupants groaning. "Quiet please. File 06983L, you may go to the back." Taking the folder from her with more force than necessary, Remus stalked through the double doors behind the desk, determined to ignore the ringing in his ears.
 
A Healer snatched the file from his hands and flipped it open. "Well, well. Twelve years a werewolf. Alright, pup, have a seat." Glowering at the Healer, Remus obeyed. "Where were you the last full moon?" "I was confined at home in our garden shed." A complete lie, of course. He'd been at school, hidden in the Shrieking Shack. "Did you escape at any time while you were transformed?" "No." "Were you properly restrained while you were transformed?" "Yes." Another lie. The only restraints that were effective against Moony were chains. They rubbed raw after a night of thrashing, fighting the cursed bonds that held him in place. "Look at me, wolf." The words were a command; Remus hadn't realized his waning focus. There must have been something in his glare because the Healer jumped back a step and raised his wand. "I have permission to use force to protect myself," he threatened.
 
Remus didn't hear him. too busy trying to silence the growling in his head. Moony wanted out. Moony wanted to hurt these people who were treating him as sub-human. Moony wanted to run, to be free. Remus groaned, shutting his eyes, hands forming a seal over his ears, fingers curling in his hair. Stars danced behind his closed lids as he searched around in his head for peace, for calm, for sanity. This place always set him off, made him feel crazy. "Look...I know you think I'm a monster, but I'm not. You're probably not listening to me anyway, but I don't care. You and your co-workers are going to be questioning me all day. I came here to check in with the werewolf registry, same as I do every year. My answers aren't going to change. Can we please move on so that I'm not here all day?" When Remus opened his eyes, the Healer was stunned. In the next instant, Remus knew his speech had fallen on deaf ears. This was going to be an incredibly long day.

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The Marauders, being a Marauder, Quidditch & Keeping, dueling (he's an expert), sugar quills, cinnamon, learning, reading, pranks, rock n roll, sunlight, swimming, seeing others happy, being helpful, being trusted, being responsible, studying, doing research, the Giant Squid, wearing mismatched socks, Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Dumbledore, playing poker, DADA, Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, brunettes, smoking, the smell of books - new or old, chocolate, the smell of new parchment, peace and quiet, owls, his Patronus form - a Lethifold (ironically, the only protection against a Lethifold is a Patronus), being a Prefect

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Moony (the alias helps him keep a separation between man and monster), the full moon, Fenrir Greyback, the Ministry of Magic, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Dangerous Creatures, the Werewolf Registry, strawberries (allergic, you know), unfounded prejudices, looking foolish, people who lie just for the sake of lying, backstabbers, the Daily Prophet, the Shrieking Shack, sitting through lessons on werewolves, seeing his friends hurt, things being out of place, having to use his Prefect status and (relatively) clean record to get his friends out of tight spots, helping his friends with homework when he knows they haven't even started the assignment(s) themselves, losing his temper so close to the full moon, Divination, Astronomy, Potions

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Remus' mother has always worried about him. In truth, magic scared the Muggle Amelia Lupin nee Smythwick half to death. She was the obviously overprotective one, always reminding Remus to be safe. Amelia was Remus' first teacher. Remus loves her and worries about her, moreso now that she is in a Muggle sanitarium. Before his father died, his mother was a bright cheerful person, though she had difficulty hiding her fear for and fear of her own son. Now that logic has fled her, she is free to speak her mind. Remus writes to her religiously, but doesn't visit often. He has NOT yet told the Marauders of her being committed.
 
Remus' father was a very matter of fact, stern person. At home, his word was law. He worked in the Ministry of Magic for the Magical Creatures Department - yes, Remus has long ago spotted and stopped being amused by the irony, so move on. Marcus Aramis Lupin became Remus' guardian during those first full moons. Father and son had a bond that ran deep, though they didn't always see eye to eye. Following Marcus' sudden and unexpected death, Remus seldom speaks ill of his father or, for that matter, either of his parents. As far as anyone outside of the Marauders knows, Marcus and Amelia Lupin do not exist.

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I've been RPing for over ten years and have read all the Harry Potter books multiple times. Remus has always been one of my favorite characters. Werewolves need love too!

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Jax

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