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Disclaimer!!!

The Harry Potter parts all belong to J.K. Rowling and everything else belong to me and the werewolf Remus part. I changed what type of werewolf he is.

As Harry, Hermione, and Ron headed to Professor Lupin's classroom, they couldn't help but think of what their Professor is going to tell them, thinking back to when he asked them to meet him in his classroom later that evening, although he is to leave the next morning. When they reached Professor Lupin's classroom, Hermione spoke.

"Guys, I think we should go back to the common room. I doubt Professor Lupin got anything important to tell us," she spoke worried of getting caught.

"Let me tell you tell you a tale," spoke Professor Lupin, sitting in his chair drinking a cup of butterbeer, staring off into space. "Once when I was younger, 18, to be exact, I met a young girl. She looked to be a seven-year-old and she had light, champagne pink hair. She just sat on my porch, sleeping away. I took her in my house, and cleaned her up. I searched for days to see if anyone was her parents. She was just a young child, so I raised her, I mean, as much as I could in the time I had her."

Harry, Hermione, And Ron were sitting now, listening intently to what Professor Lupin was saying.

~Professor Lupin's story~

It was a dark night of 1973, and Professor Remus Lupin, a werewolf, found another werewolf, but seems to be a different type of werewolf. Remus Lupin realized this. She would tell him everything about my werewolf situation. She turned out to be one too.

She told him that he was probably bitten by one of the werewolf born to the so called evil Mood Goddess, the opposite of the praised werewolf. His type of werewolf was called 'The Cursed Werewolves.' She told him about the features that come out. At that time, she told him that he still had years before the ears start to grow. Her type of werewolf was called 'Mixed Werewolves' Greyback, the werewolf born by evil that bit me, is called 'Evil Werewolves.' He loved her as if she was his own.

Out of nowhere, a anonymous man appeared at his doorstep and came to take her away. When he touched her however, she coward away, as if his touch was a deadly disease. He seemed to ignore it though, and picked her up by her collar He thanked Lupin for taking care of her and he nodded in return. The young girl asked trembling if she could come visit him, and the man and Lupin said sure. The man left, and Lupin closed the door behind him.

He wondered that night if the man is a werewolf of her kind too.

Yes, it's a tad bit short but whatever.

~writer