Remus can't help being angry sometimes.

Because everyone's so fucking sorry and sad to hear it when a four year old is bit. Then, you get a bit older, and no one really feels bad. No one remembers that you were a four year old, sleeping, and you still feel his teeth in your shoulder. You're just a monster.

And, well, Remus accepted that a long time ago. He's five years old when his father takes him to the ministry to register him and the woman they talk to acts like Remus is dead or a dog and Lyall's making an appointment to put him down. He's seven when he begs his parents to let him go to school and Lyall tells him he can't. Remus is nine years old when he figures it out. No one will really see you as a human.

The day he finally asks why, he finds not even his father sees him as a person, either. His parents say they want to be honest, about what happened, and Remus is glad they are, really. Soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death. He's glad to know how Lyall feels about him.

He tries to run away. It's not the first time. He did once, when he was seven and heard Hope crying over him. She caught him leaving and cried even more. He thinks he should be put down like a dog for how much he makes her cry.

When he's eleven, Dumbledore speaks to him personally to invite him to school. Remus falls asleep holding his letter. Years later, he'll realize - Dumbledore didn't think of him as a person either. It's a precautionary measure, because no one wants a werewolf on their side but no one wants a werewolf against them. Remus is just grateful someone finds him useful.

At fourteen, Remus thinks he's met the first person who really, truly, sees him as a person. Sirius Black is the most human person there is. He loves Remus so rawly he doesn't know what to do with himself.

When he's fifteen, he realizes just how wrong he was. No one will ever see past his furry fucking problem because all he'll ever be is a werewolf.

Sirius Black, who is still so sickeningly, beautifully, human and still an asshole - Remus could kill him, he could - could punch him and choke him but all he'd think about is kissing him, the bastard - has proven that to him for the final time. No one wants him for anything else.

He's been used, again, to get back at Snape for some shit and probably to piss off Sirius' parents. What could they hate more than a gay, halfblood, werewolf, huh? Hit the fucking jackpot. Remus can't help thinking about how all Sirius must've thought while they were dating and kissing and Remus was dizzy in love with him is They'd be so disappointed in me. He's not sure why it makes him feel so sick.

He can't quite bring himself to be mad about that part, though. He'll just wait till someone needs him again. Like he's some fucking tamed animal.