Requested by: @wolfqstar

Words: 526

Description: A history of Remus and his relation with the moon.

Story:

The moon and me, we weren't always this estranged.

When Remus was little, the moon used to fascinate him. His favorite thing in the all the world was when his mother would come to his room late and night and shake him gently awake. She would whisper to him, "Remus, baby look, it's a full moon."

They would go to the window together and he would look, straining his eyes up up up to see the glowing moon high in the sky.

He used to want to be an astronaut so he could float around up in the sky with his mother so he could catch the moon in his hands and bring it back down to earth with him. 

His clearest memory from when he was a child, before he was bitten, was the month before he was bitten. His mum had gone to wake him up for the moon as she sometimes did. Remus remembered being really tired and not really wanting to look at the full moon that night. 

But Hope had insisted and instead of going to his window, she took him down stairs. Remus's father, Lyall, was waiting for them there and he wrapped Remus up in a jacked and the two of them took him outside. 

Lyall hoisted Remus up onto his shoulders and the three of them stood on the back porch in the mystical silence of the night. 

"This is a special moon, Remus, I can just tell. We couldn't let you miss it," Hope explained to Remus. 

Remus agreed that it did seem awfully special that night. He thought for sure that the moon was shining extra bright just for him. 

And maybe it was. Maybe the moon knew that it would be the last full moon that Remus would ever see as himself.

It was the very next full moon that Fenrir Greyback targeted Remus Lupin as a way of revenge against his father. 

It was from that moment on that Remus hated the full moon. 

At first, he didn't really understand what was happening to him. The first year of full moons were scary. He was in pain and he didn't know why and he was terrified of the place he went to when he lost his mind. 

He had to figure things out for himself because his parents lived in quiet avoidance of his condition. 

After the confusion came the fear. He came to know what was about to happen every month and it scared him. He dreaded it so extremely that it was making him sick. His parents worried, but didn't know how to help him. 

By the time he was eleven years old, he was resigned to his regretful existence. 

It was a miracle really, that he ended up with such good friends. They taught him a lot about himself. They showed him that he wasn't defined by the cycle of the moon. They showed him that he wasn't a monster like he always thought he was. 

The moon and me, he thought, maybe we aren't as different as I thought.

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