A gentle breeze woke Remus from his nap but as he looked around he couldn't find were it was coming from. Finally looking at the ceiling he realized the gaps in it and sighed. 'It's getting late' he thought to himself as he gazed out into the purpling sky. He paced anxiously through the small house. Every so often he would try and look throughthe cracks in the boarded up windows but he could see nothing but the darkning sky. As he paced his mind raced back to when he first got bitten. He could still smell the rain that had fallen earlier that day. He remembered every tree that he had passed and every scent of every flower that he had picked for his mum. He remembered the pain shooting through his leg and then blacking out. He remembered waking up in the restricted ward at St. Mungo's and wondering where his mum and dad where. He rememberd screaming for them for days but they never showed up. Or maybe they did and he was just to scared to notice. He rememered every transformation to some extent. Most were just blurs of pain and lust that could never quite be quieted. Two transformations always haunted him. His very first and most horrifying transformation and the the one right before his father left.
       The basement was dark. He had gotten locked down there once because he was too small to reach the handle. He had nightmares that the furnace was going to eat him and now here he was, only a few months after being stuck in there his mother was taking him down there saying that he had to be down there, all alone, all night long. "Mum, please don't leave me down here. I promise I'll never play with the next door neighbors while your not home again. Please don't leave me down here by myself. I don't want to be alone. There are monsters they might eat me." Remus clung to his mothers skirt. He stared at the furance as if it were a lion about to devour him. His mother kissed his forehead and detached his hand. He grabbed on with the other. "Mum," he pleaded desperatly " don't leave me down here, please! I'll never be bad again. I won't use my practice wand to change the curtain colors. I promise." Remus's body went limp. He collapsed to the floor and his mother ran up the stair unable to see that transformation about to take place in her five year old sons body. She slammed the door shut and Remus desperatly tried to climb the stairs. "Mum" he whimpered, the pain was begining to start in his spine. "Mum help me." he was crying now and as he wiped his tears he felt the fur growing out of his hand. The spin crunched inside of his back and then extened. His skin was ripping and spreading out to compinsate for the newly formed bones. "Mum" he whined, his mouth now unable to form words. As he reached out to hit the door his nails extended into claws and the first scar appear. The next morning he couldn't move. He had lost so much blood that  when his father went down to the basement to bring him up he could hardly believe that he was still alive. From the point on things go progressivly worse. Remus lost himself in books. His wizard preschool kicked him out and he was no longer accepted any where in the wizarding community. His father and mothers relation ship was strained at best. At worst, it was violent. He would be up in his room studying some or another book and he would her things breaking and exploding down stair. It would always come about around the full moon. He knew what they were arguing about. He never admitted it, but he knew.
        A little over a year later a six year old Remus was ready for his monthly routine. He closed his book extinguished the candle over his bed and walked into the basement. He was unusually tall for his age but his parents just chalked it up to his, condition. He was home alone, his parent were food shopping, well thats what they told him. His mother was food shopping his father was drinking. He was supposed to lock the door from the outside. He never did. That night Remus got out. His father wasn't home but his mother was. She was in the her bed room sleeping. Remus could smell her blood all the way from the basement and when he realized that the door wasn't locked he went after it. He fumbled up the stairs, not used to the way that he was going in the dark. When he realized that he door was closed he started scrtaching at it waking her up. Fearing the worst she doesn't get out of bed. Then Remus slams into the door and it cracks down the center. Again and again he throughs himself into the door. He can smell blood on the other side and he can smell that whatever it is, is scared and he wants it. The door breaks into a pile of splinters and the werewolf starts sniffing the air. He sees the bed and jumps on it. His eyes are glowing red and a hundered and fifty punds of muscle are staring down at Remus's mum. She screams and Remus growls. Then a shot is fired over his head and he jumps of the bed. He glares at the door and sees his father standing there with a double barrel shot gun aimed at his face. He was screaming something but the werewolf was unable to understand it. He growled and headed straight for the man in the door. A shot is fired and pellets are lodged in the fur of the werewolfs chest. Only one managed to get through tothe skin but that was enough to put it out of commison and he was dragged back down to the dank dark cellar. The next morning when Remus woke up he could barely breath. One of his lungs had  been injured by the gunshot. He had numerous burns and could barely stand. He heard his fathers voice upstair. "He's a freak. He should be killed. He has no right to be alive and its all your fault for letting him walk ahead of you." The words knocked the wind out of Remus. He knew what they always argued about but he never had heard it before. He couldn't believe that his dad, his own flesh and blood would kill him with out remorse. "He's your son Micheal. How could you killhim with out thinking about the who he is." His mother stood up for him. He knew she would. "Celestra, your crazy your absolutly mad to think that I'm going to live in the same house as that animal for any longer." "Then leave." she growled. Remus heard a door slam and he could only assume that that was his father leaving. Without even a second look at his son. With out even yelling good-bye down the stairs he was out of Remus's life. Neither Remus nor his mother mentioned his father's leaving. They didn't talk about it. It was just one of those things that happened in life that no one could change.
           Remus shook himself out of his mental hell. He couldn't think abou that any more if he wanted to make it throught the night. This was the first time that hea ctually was a lone during a transformation and he was scared. He was scared that if he didn't wake up that on on e would even care to come and look for him.  When he felt the first rippling of his spin he started to undress and put his clothes under the trap door. There was no need for his friends to think that he had gotten jumped. While he feels the first changes pulsing through his body he closes the door to the kitchen. 'Definetly no need for me to be near any knives tonight' he thought to himself grimly. As the finally part of the transformation takes over his mind he howls a howl that shills the blood of all those that hear it. And so is the begining of the Shreking Shack.


a/n this was written by Lizard. Its a lot about Rem, because he is my second favorite charactor. Hope you enjoyed.