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Remus J. Lupin
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In Character
Name: Remus Lupin
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Residence: A quaint little house in Surrey, England
Blood: Half-blood
Wand: 11 and 3/4 inches in length; Red mahogany body and phoenix feather core; Springy
Occupation: Order of the Phoenix member
Appearance:
Remus’ frame is one that’s slender and often misjudged as frail, belying the reasonable amount of strength he is capable of. His body structure is, in actuality, firm and lean from daily exercise and constant care though it does tend to appear haggard from his conditions. Too, his body doesn’t seem to have the capacity to acquire an additional ounce of fat though he possesses a hearty appetite. Remus isn’t what one might consider a very tall man, standing at five feet and eleven inches though he does increase in height once he transforms. His shoulders slant downward just a tad bit, augmenting his thin form; he, however, has long, lean limbs and a strong chest in compensation. He has never been one to monitor his posture and has failed miserably in attempts to do so. Remus walks with a swift gait and though slight in build, he’s quite agile and has considerably quick reflexes.
A thicket of gray-streaked light brown hair drapes over his head, short in the front and touching his nape at the back. His hair usually is swept from his oval-shaped face, brushing only the tips of his medium-sized ears, but has the tendency to stray unto his forehead at times. Being quite young though he already has graying hair, he attributes it to the unwarranted stress he experiences with regard to his transformations. He wasn’t and most probably won’t be one to take time and fix his hair since it always is somewhat untidy and limp. His eyes, framed by long lashes that are a shade darker than his hair, are a green hue; lush like a picturesque meadow sprinkled with a bit of gold that provides more of the wolfish trait to his eyes. Though the vivid color can be dulled by a curtain of melancholy and seclusion, they still tend to flare with whatever emotion the man feels. Two moderately thin eyebrows matching the color of his hair sit above his eyes, flexibly arching in surprise and furrowing in thought.
Remus has thin lips of pale, shell pink hue found under a tall and straight nose that usually curve into a calm smile; rarely do they betray a scowl or a sneer. His lips are a feature on his face that can enhance the expression his unusually-colored gaze holds. A well-defined jaw and a rounded chin lead to a considerably long neck that few people take notice of. Remus has always found that trait of his out of the ordinary and has actually grown to be fond of it. Skin that’s often a pale and pallid shade of ivory doesn’t put a rosy tinge to his cheeks; it also makes him look weary and ill, unnecessarily at times. Stress could also taken toll on his complexion, flooding it with a sallowness that makes his skin seem in an awfully poor state.
His clothes, though usually neat, are shabby from being overly used. He doesn’t have much of a choice since he can’t really find himself an established that pays him enough to buy new ones. He’s gotten used to it anyway so he doesn’t really mind it if and when he hears people commenting on his clothing. Remus is not the most attentive person when it comes to donning his clothes. His robes most definitely don’t retain their crease-free trait at the end of the day. That doesn’t really stop him from checking the overall tidiness of his appearance at the start of it though. Moreover, Remus isn’t particular with what he wears underneath his robe; it just usually is whatever he grabs first out of his closet. He, however, smoothes his outer robe methodically and pockets his wand rather perfunctorily.
Personality:
Remus is withdrawn, to put it simply; and a bit of a pessimist at that. Considering the trials he had to undergo during his life, however, his introversion runs deeper than one might think. He is the type of person who’d know the answer to the teacher’s question but would rarely ever raise his hand to answer; the type of person who’d rather be inconspicuous than attract a good amount of attention to himself. Because of the fact that he’s introverted, he tends to reflect many a time about a situation before he voices a decision. He has a keen eye for details though and bases his decisions on what he thinks will do best for everyone or the underdog in particular. He is incredibly familiar with the feeling of being one himself; and in hopes of boosting the self-belief of one like his self he fabricates subtle measures to do just that.
He has the tendency to distance himself from people; a sort of reflex he’d developed since he’d been bitten. He anticipates people to recoil from the fact that he is what he is and decides to be a step ahead of them instead. Remus does not trust too well, especially since people more often than not merely wave him away and look upon him with disdain. Through all that, loyalty has carved a deep-seated place in his being. Remus is exceptionally stanch in whatever he has to do. If he feels he owes you something, he’ll do everything he can do to pay his debt off. Doing him a favor or showing him an ample amount of kindheartedness goes far with him and will earn you a friend for life.
Remus has an enormous amount of patience and tolerance when it comes to dealing with people. It enables him to stay calm and keep his thinking straight through critical situations. It is, in fact, a rare occasion when Remus loses his temper or his composure but he is still human and is still susceptible to the risk. His usually tight reign on his emotions also makes it difficult for Remus to handle an outburst of emotions, especially if it was another person’s. While he may appear insensitive, he does care. He feels very strongly for his friends and family and would even be willing to fight your fight if you ask him to. He wouldn’t hesitate about cursing someone who has hurt any of those he cares for. He has too often been disliked by people that he cuts his few friends a lot of slack, maybe even too much at times. It is friends who accept him for who and what he is that he holds dearest.
He draws around an attitude of openness, compassion and subtlety when associating with others, even those he doesn’t particularly like. Remus is a good-humored personality when you really get to know him. Not many people see that when they find out about his illness though and that’s where Remus finds it difficult to talk to people who have the knowledge of his illness. He’d rather have them not know about his condition and see him as the human he is; not to have them shift in their positions uncomfortably when he is in conversation with them.
History:
Tenth of May 1960, Remus John Lupin was born to Gerard and Celeste Lupin. An only child, he grew up to be quite the introverted little one. He loved venturing out into the woods near their humble home in the outskirts of an English town though; it was one of his greatest loves. He also did love to read and lose himself in his own world.
‘Twas an ill-fated night that was, when the tragedy ensued. Nine-year-old Remus had decided to risk a midnight exploit down a trail he and his few friends had found the other day. His parents had forbidden him to go any further down the trail but being the impulsive boy he was, he wasn’t going to let anything or anybody stop him from trying to see what was at the end of the trail. He was well into the forest when a haunting howl gouged his ears and a lycanthropic face that had fangs bared burned his vision as he turned to face it. It was something he wasn’t at all expecting. He didn’t even know how exactly it had happened but blood was now streaming down his front and left side; and the pain… Oh, the pain… It was almost too much for the boy to bear. He compelled himself and trudged back home but was swallowed by darkness just as he reached their door.
It was a cruel destiny to undergo a monthly transformation that was excruciating, to say the least. Remus found that he regretted ever venturing out that night every time he opened his eyes in the morning. With that fact that he suffered from lycanthropy known to the townspeople, Remus was shunned and feared. If he had but a handful of friends before lycanthropy, he had none now. Children were kept well away from him; he was even more withdrawn than he was before. He learned to content himself with books and other things that allowed him to find amusement. His parents felt utmost concern for their child. He was after all, turning eleven soon. Would he be permitted to study in a magic school? What if he wasn’t, what should they do then?
August 1971, Gerard and Celeste were overjoyed when Albus Dumbledore, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts, invited Remus to study at Hogwarts. Remus, on the other hand, was uncertain at the chance of being eschewed by even more people once he had attended school. His curiosity had however gotten the better of him and had convinced him to accept the Headmaster’s invitation.
Remus was sorted in Gryffindor, resulting in his parents’ delight and pride. It wasn’t long before he found friends. Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter became his closest friends. Remus was very glad to have them as friends. They took him back to happier days; days without the hovering thought of a transformation in the next week or so. As much as he was pleased to have friends, he feared losing them just as much. The dread of them spurning him was profound. To utterly prevent that from happening, he kept his lycanthropy a secret, making some sort of excuse to cover his absence when he had to disappear into the tunnel below the Whomping Willow that lead to a house in Hogsmeade and transform. He hated having to keep it from them but he knew he had to; he didn’t want to lose them.
When he started his second year, Remus also started running out of excuses for his absences. He, of course, had tried sick grandmothers, family adversities and even dead pets as justifications but his friends did find out. Anguish set upon his heart the moment they confronted him about it but he knew he couldn’t have kept the pretenses up forever. What he expected was the rejection he had endured when he was younger; the odd looks he received when he passed people on the street. What he got from his three closest friends, however, was a resolution that they were going to become Animagi to keep him company. He couldn’t have been happier that they’d accepted the fact without even cringing.
Fifth year rolled around in a gust of wind. Not only was he made a Prefect but he now had company when he was to transform. James and Sirius, being the cleverest students in school, had mastered the complex spells needed to become Animagi and helped Peter with it. Under the influence of his friends, Remus became less wolfish in mind. With a stag and a large black dog to keep him in check, he was less dangerous. They even venture out unto the school grounds for the fun of it; they were in sixth year already. Roaming the grounds of the school allowed them to discover a number of secret passages around the castle. The Marauder’s Map was soon conceptualized and created to be signed with their nicknames and to be confiscated by Argus Filch only months after its creation.
The “prank”, which involved Severus Snape, was not known to Remus as he went on to his monthly routine of treading into the tunnel below the Whomping Willow and into the Hogsmeade house to transform that night. All he got was a glimpse of the Slytherin boy before he was wrenched from his line of sight. He had learned later, of what Sirius had done and felt a generous amount of concern for the Slytherin pest. Though he would have like to see Severus get what he deserved, the thought that he was the one who could have bestowed that wasn’t all too pleasant.
Graduation from Hogwarts wasn’t as enjoyable as Remus would have liked it to be; they were in a midst of a war. Soon after, however, he joined Dumbledore in the Order of the Phoenix along with Lily, James and Sirius in opposition to Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters.
The loss of his dearest friends just a few years after having left school instilled a sorrow that was quite harsh on him. James and Lily were dead at the hands of the Dark Lord; Peter was supposedly killed by Sirius who was now imprisoned in Azkaban. Remus, at that time, felt very lost. The people he thought to trust had toyed with his generosity and he felt very gullible indeed.
After a few years of bouncing from one job to another, Remus was offered a position on the Hogwarts staff. He was hesitant but thankful at Dumbledore’s offer. Here was a chance at a stable job at last; nobody fancied a worker who disappeared for a few days every month so Remus was never really able to keep a job fir very long. Too, nobody wanted a potentially dangerous employee. Aboard the Hogwarts Express, an encounter with Dementors chucks him against his friend’s son who was now a third year at Hogwarts – Harry Potter. He unknowingly earned madam Pomfrey’s approval for giving Harry and his friends, Ron and Hermione, chocolate to help them recover from the Dementor’s effects. Despite having found out that he was to work with Severus Snape within the walls of the castle, Remus accepted the post as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He was always the one in their gang who was more of apathetic toward the former Slytherin so he didn’t mind the fact much.
Although he had to miss class when his transformations had to take place, he actually did enjoy teaching. The recent discovery of the Wolfsbane Potion aided him a lot in keeping a werewolf locked within an office and keeping it harmless. Remus was able to retain his mind even as his body had transformed. He was relieved of the anxiety of thinking that he might hurt someone as there were close encounters on the grounds when he was still with his gang.
When Harry approached him for lessons on the Patronus Charm, Remus was glad to help and agreed to tutor Harry during the term. He kept his relationship with the boy to a teacher-student one through the one-on-one sessions, helping Harry develop the skills needed for the proper conjuration of the Charm. He didn’t feel like he was to be the one who should reveal that he was actually a close friend of the boy’s father though he did drop fragments of truth here and there; he told Harry that he went to school with both James and Lily, conveniently leaving out the fact that James was a very close friend of his. After finding Harry’s possession of the Marauder’s Map, he struggled with a variety of sentiments. The boy ought to know but Remus knew it wasn’t quite the time for it.
It seemed Remus had a knack for stumbling upon the most unusual things. The night he decided to tinker with the Marauder’s Map and to recall a few happy memories, his keen eyes seized a name on the Map: Peter Pettigrew. It was unbelievable. Peter was killed by Sirius; he couldn’t possibly be on the school grounds. Remus, at once, pieced pieces of the long-unsolved puzzle that had plagued his thoughts since the night James and Lily died. That wasn’t all. Sirius Black was also on the school grounds. Remus could only watch as the dot labeled Sirius dragged Peter and Ron Weasley down the all-too-familiar tunnel under the Whomping Willow. After a moment, he could no longer bear to watch.
Striding down a path he knew all too well, he tapped at the root that made the Whomping Willow stop with ease. Ambling through the tunnel hurled numerous memories through his mind; it almost made him smile in nostalgia. He had more pressing matter at hand. At the sight of his old friend, Sirius Black, he felt an immense gladness fill him; he had missed the other man, not having seen him for twelve long years. Harry and his friends were in the Shrieking Shack as well as fate might have it. After an exchange of a few words and accusations with the young ones, Remus found himself at a fork down his road once again; he now had to decide whether or not to admit Hermione’s allegation. He found no reason in denying it; he even praised her for her astuteness.
It was now or never; a story that was full of confusion, mistrust, betrayal and death was to be told. He admitted his illness and upon convincing the three children that they didn’t intend to kill or even harm them, he proceeded to tell part of his own difficult life; Remus had made Sirius wait while he began the story. When Sirius finished the other half of it, Remus extended a heartfelt apology for thinking Sirius was the spy. He never meant to, of course, but times were chaotic and you never knew who you could and should have faith in. To prove the truthfulness of their story, Remus and Sirius forced Peter Pettigrew, who was Scabbers at the moment and Ron’s rat, to resume his human form.
All was well then, right? They had just exited the Shrieking Shack when the moon decided to take a peek from behind the clouds; it was in its full phase. At that moment, he felt his wolfish nature surface and the familiar prickling of his transformation start burning his skin. He also remembered that he, in his haste, had forgotten to take his dosage of the Wolfsbane Potion. He didn’t remember much after that for he’d already transformed and was very much wolfish in mind; he didn’t even remember having tackled Sirius as an Animagi while the other man was trying to keep him away from the children.
It was a frightful thought for the man, the prospect of bestowing harm upon other people especially students. The knowledge of Snape letting it slip that he was a lycanthrope was all but help with regard to his current situation. Remus, after regaining his awareness as a human, decided that his only recourse was to resign from the post as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. It was the only way he could possibly help Albus Dumbledore cope with the incoming barrage of letters from parents saying that they didn’t want their children near a werewolf. Once again, his illness had placed him in a precarious situation. Oh how he wanted to stay. Hogwarts was and is his home; it was the only place he’d felt welcomed and had found friends who accepted him despite the horrible secret he withheld from them for a little more than a year. Even as Harry tried to persuade him to stay, Remus knew it would not be good; it was for the good of everyone in the school, even his own.
It was about a year later when Sirius happened to come upon his doorstep with the grave news of the Dark Lord’s return and of the resurgence of the Order of the Phoenix, which Remus was part of. There wasn’t any hesitation on his part to help in alerting the other members as Sirius was told to do. He even moved into Sirius’ ancestral home—number 12 Grimmauld Place—to better facilitate communication between members. Remus also agreed to be part of Harry’s escort from Privet Drive to Grimmauld Place though he had been busy with things for the Order. He was, in fact, the only one who has had extensive contact and dialogue with the boy in comparison to the others who composed what was called the Advance Guard.
With the Order now operating fully and the threat of the Dark Lord’s rise looming in the horizon, Remus barely had time to work on anything else. The battle at the Department of Mysteries within the Ministry of Magic was the first battle he’d fought after a long time. And although they were indirectly the victors of the battle, he witnessed Sirius’ death. If the thought that harming people while he was wolfish was unpleasant, witnessing the death of an old and cherished friend was even more horrific. Fortunately, Remus had some sense left in him to restrain Harry from trying to rescue Sirius. It would have been a fatal attempt on the boy’s part to do so.
Remus greets Harry on the platform of the Hogwarts Express at the end of school term and warns the Dursleys about how Harry is treated within the walls of their house. It was but a few weeks later that Dumbledore had instructed him to spend time with fellow werewolves. It was a difficult task, with Fenrir Greyback dominating most of them. The older werewolf was, in fact, the one who’d bitten Remus when he was a child. Greyback was a persona he could hardly ever forget. His parents had revealed the werewolf’s identity some time after he’d endured his way through his transformations and the reason for being bitten. Remus had amazingly felt no resentment toward his father; instead, his feelings of aversion focused on Greyback. He’d been careful to keep his calm exterior during his time with the other werewolves.
Besides his duties in The Order, he’d also struggled with another kind of emotional conflict. Nymphadora Tonks had openly admitted her liking for him and he’d stood his ground, refusing to be involved with her. He liked her enough but thought she deserved someone who would be better than he was; someone who’d provide her with what she needed better than what he had to offer. The longer he’d refused her, the more sullen she’d turned. It plagued him in all honesty but he’d remained resolute in his decision.
When Dumbledore had died, Remus felt as if some part of him had died with him. Dumbledore had, after all, been the one to take Remus into Hogwarts, into a life he never thought he could have. He’d been in a battle with the Death Eaters that had broken into the school grounds and he hadn’t the slightest clue about how the events had really transpired until Harry and Ginny told him. The confirmation in their eyes had told him Dumbledore really was gone. To top it off, Tonks had picked that time to bring their issue up. Bill had been ravaged, somewhat, by none other than Fenrir Greyback and Remus had surmised the younger man would be inclined to have some wolfish traits. Fleur Delacour, Bills fiancé, didn’t care; Tonks didn’t care either, she’d made that clear and had pummeled the fact down on him. He was quick to push the issue aside but had his heart secretly swell at the sound of her words.
Remus realized he’d been foolish not to give love a chance. It had been long since he was accepted for who and what he was and his hesitation was relatively inherent, considering he’d been shunned all his life. Tonks’ melancholy had placed more stress on him than he thought it would and he finally did grasp the fact that he was the only solution (as if he didn’t listen to a word his fellow Order members had been telling him since he’d made the decision to refuse Tonks for what he thought were obvious reasons). In spite of yet another loss of another dear friend, Remus found happiness and truly hoped it would last.
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