The Other Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfiction, Marauders Era, Remus Lupin Love Story)

About Me

Ok, I'll start from the beginning. My name's Rollan, but most people call me Ro. I'm a half blood, not that it matters. My mum is a witch, dad a muggle. I have dirty-blonde hair with blue streaks that goes to about over half my back, very, very bright green eyes, and I guess you could say I'm pretty tall. I'm 10 years old now, my birthday coming up soon. Oh yeah, I've been a werewolf since I was 7. Every month at full moon my mom gives me a Wolfsbane potion and I transform in our basement that we werewolf-proofed. All the walls are made of strong wood, there are no windows. Everything a werewolf needs, really. I have an older sister, Deliah, I call her Dels, and she goes to a wizarding school in France. I love my family. and they love me.
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{My 11th birthday, July 13th}
I always had mixed emotions about my birthday. Some happy, because, well, it's my birthday and I'm another year older, and others very, very sad. You'll learn about those why later on...
I woke up nice and early, today was my birthday. It was a Saturday; I could've slept in but I love to see the sunrise. I got out of bed and quickly dressed in a cute and comfy outfit.
I went downstairs and fixed myself breakfast- pancakes with extra syrup and a glass of milk. My dad came downstairs and kissed me on my head.
"Morning, birthday girl, my Roly-poly," he says. I groan.
"Dad," I say. "Again, please stop calling me that! If anything, it's Speck." He chuckles.
"I can't help it, Speck. Happy birthday, sweetheart." He gives me another kiss and goes to work.
I smile and finish my pancakes.
My mum comes down, and at the same time, something hits the window. I quickly go over and open it to find a stern-looking Tawny owl with a letter in its beak. I take the letter, pet the owl and it leaves quickly. I take the letter inside to my mum.
On the letter, there's a symbol with a lion, eagle, snake and badger around an 'H'.
"Mum! Do you know what this is?!" I say suddenly, jumping up and down, handing her the letter.
She takes the letter and starts jumping up and down with me.
"IT'S YOUR HOGWARTS LETTER!" she shrieks happily.
A sudden thought occurs to me and I stop jumping up and down.
"Wait," I say. "I'm a- um- you-know-what! How will I be able to go to Hogwarts?"
She purses her lips with a guilty look on her face.
"What?" I ask. That's her I-haven't-told-you-something look. "What don't I know?"
"Well," she starts. "I've been talking to Professor Dumbledore and he said another student in your year has the same scenario. So we talked and he's come up with a plan. Every month, you and the other boy will go somewhere to transform. He has a special treat--do you know what a Willow Tree is? It's a type of tree that has these branches, and they kind of--well-- they womp anything that goes near it. There will put a secret passage under it, you two will be able to go under it until you come up from a boarded-up house in Hogsmead, a town near by with only witches and wizards. Then you will go back to school in the morning. Do you understand?" She explains.
"I guess so. But how will we get under the Willow?" I ask.
"That," she says. "Is a surprise." I roll my eyes with a smile and put up my dirty dishes, then head up to my room.
I sit on my bed for a while until I decided to get out my special box under my bed. I grab it and take off the lid.
Inside, there were pictures. Some muggle, some wizard. There were a lot of a small boy and girl, and they looked very similar. There were some pictures of the kids hanging upside down in trees, some on toy brooms, racing and the parents chasing after them. There were even a few of them in the bathtub, and asleep, hugging each other.
I gently set the pictures back in the box with a bittersweet smile on my face. I sighed, not wanting to think about it, so I take yet another box out from under my bed. I smile a real smile this time.
Inside the box was a violin. It was my violin, actually. It's been passed down for generations from my mom's side of the family. It was very old and, now, unplayable. But when I was little, it was in better condition, so I learned how to play. I also know how to play piano.
I opened the violin case and gently stroked the stings softly. I put it back before anything could happen.
I couldn't wait for my friends to get here for my birthday party.