A/N: I don't know if many of my old readers are still around, but hello again! To those who are unfamiliar with my work, it would be a wise idea if you were to go back and read Disturbing Truths and I Remember You.

I've decided to come back into the world of Disturbing Truths from a different angle – from the perspective of Remus Lupin. I've missed this world so much and I feel I have such a new story to tell writing it from this perspective.

To my old readers, welcome back, it has been too long.

To my new readers, welcome, and strap yourselves in.

Songs for this Chapter:
Remus's Theme (The Whirling Ways of the Stars That Pass by Johann Johannsson) [See Tumblr]
Remus & Isabel's Theme (The Forces of Attraction by Johann Johannsson)[See Tumblr]
Overcome by Vaults
Stone by JOY.
Standing Not Sleeping by Alpine

I'm not normal.

In fact, I've fought every day of my life to be who I am. Even though it wasn't supposed to be like this in the first place.

It's been this way since I was a small child. My father, Lyall, and I one day were unfortunate enough to encounter one Fenrir Greyback. Of course the old sod (though I do love him) had to insult a werewolf. I was bitten, and the rest is my own history.

An outcast from society.

A shame to my family.

Although the higher powers in the world weren't quite finished with me yet.

I used to have three best friends: James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Who could be so lucky, having such loyal friends?

Not I.

James Potter: dead. Killed by the Dark Lord. The true tragedy.

Sirius Black: our very own Judas Iscariot. Traitor to his best friends. Defector. Murderer. Forever to live in Azkaban, although part of me wishes he was dead too.

Peter Pettigrew: dead. Killed by Sirius (or should I start calling him Judas? He doesn't deserve my breath wasted on his name).

The Marauders were supposed to be special. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, loyal to the end.

I scoffed at my own thoughts. Loyalty does not go a far way these days, does it?

I shut the locks to my second trunk. I looked around my cottage, everything that needed to be packed was packed away and ready to go. I had reached this point in my life, the point where I needed something. Anything. Anything to save me from the asylum that I felt my life was. I am so very lonely. I'm thirty-three and my best friends seem to be my parents. Part of me is so eternally grateful to Dumbledore for giving me an opportunity to expand my horizons and live a free life, but part of me is so afraid that I'll show my true self.

I'm a werewolf.

Two of my best friends are dead.

One of them is a murderer.

I am broke and I have no one.

I just know it wasn't meant to be like this.

"Knock knock."

I looked to my open front door to see my father, Lyall Lupin, holding a basket. I sighed, the old man shouldn't have come around. It takes too much of his strength. He walked in and placed the basket on the table in the kitchen. He then turned back to me, put his arms around me, and held me close. Father and I had always been very close, ever since my mother Hope had passed away, we were all each other had. We were still all each other had. Father let go and sat down on the chair in the lounge.

"I do love to visit you, Remus. This place is always quite peaceful," he said, looking around at my cottage.

"I always thought you should have moved somewhere a little more remote, Dad," I told him. "Tea?"

"No thank you, I can't stay too long. Your old man has to do a wee bit of shopping today as well. Can't live without bread and milk can we!" He smiled, then paused, taking in his surroundings, then focusing in on the locked trunks lying on the floor. "Ah, all packed for the Hogwarts job I see?"

"Yes, that would be correct," I responded, with a nod to accompany my words.

"You're still worried, aren't you?"

"You would be too, I'm sure."

"Remus, you must stop focusing on your lycanthropy. It does not define who you are." I rolled my eyes at his words. It was silly for him to say such things. Once a month I turned into a killing machine, how did that have nothing to do with the person that I was? How could I be described as anything but a monster? I am the vile creature that my future students read about at night when they were small children. I am the vile creature that so many people fear. I looked back up at my father who simply sighed at my lack of response. "You cannot help that I was stupid enough to insult a werewolf. You know to this day that it is my fault."

"Please, don't say that," I said, even though part of me knew that what he was saying was true.

"Remus, what I am trying to say is we can no longer ponder on what could have been and what was supposed to happen in our lives. We both wish that your mother was still with us, we both wish that James and Lily hadn't been killed, and we both wish that you hadn't been bitten. However, here we are my boy. Life has not given us what we wanted, but we have walked the path we have been dealt with together, and surely it has not been so bad?" He spoke some truth. Although we had our fair share of bumps in the road, at least we had a home. Money. Each other. "I can feel that there will be a change."

"A change?"

"I can feel something new is going to happen. Big things will happen, and people will walk back into our lives in ways we cannot even imagine." His positivity was unfortunately not infectious, but who was I to deny my old man of his own enthusiasm. I managed to crack a small smile, to pretend of my approval of his words. He stood up and grinned. "I should be going, but remember my words, Remus. Something good will happen. It's been too long for us. It's our turn." He hugged me once more, then was on his way. He walked out my door, stepped onto the grass off the porch and disapparated.

I turned back and walked inside, leaving the bollocks that my father had just sprouted to me on the porch.

"You're a good dancer," she whispered. I laughed under my breath. This beautiful, dark brown eyed girl, she had such a wicked sense of humour.

"You are quite kind, however, you are quite mistaken." I twirled her around the dance floor. Her hair flew everywhere as she smiled and laughed. She was so radiant. So beautiful. Lily and James, danced slowly in the middle of the room, a different picture from us. We were pure joy, they were pure intimacy. "I'm trying incredibly hard not to step on your dress right now," I whispered into her ear. It was an incredible dress. As incredible as she was.

"I'm sorry," she replied, shifting her almost-black eyes to look up at me. "It's a little bit over the top. I'm now regretting the decision to wear it."

"Just know that every man in the room, except for a few, such as James and the like, are finding it very hard to stop looking at you...I'm just honored that I got to be the man they are jealous of."

The dance ended.

The music faded.

She faded. Like she always does.

I woke up.

It seemed the same dream again. I had this dream sometimes, it was a random occurrence, not a regular cycle. I thought it to be a memory at first but I have no other memories of her, so it must have just been a dream. And if it was a memory, I would recognise her face. I would know what she looks like. But I forget it, every time I wake up, she fades. Except for the eyes. I could never forget those eyes.

I also know it's a dream because I can see how happy I am.

Sometimes I wish that I could be transported to the place in my dream, so I could experience that sort of happiness again.

Diagon Alley was bustling with people. Young witches and wizards ran around everywhere, giggling, screaming, and begging their parents for the newest broomstick. There was such an excitement in the air for many of the children, as it was their first time to Ollivanders to get their first wand, or it was their first time getting textbooks for their first year at Hogwarts. Although I did visit Diagon Alley occasionally, I always felt out of place. I didn't have money to spend, and I wasn't like these people. I was a danger.

'Shake it off, Remus we have a job to do. Get yourself together'.

My head was right, it was time to ignore the lycanthropy for once. I had a job now. I needed to focus on what I needed to do.

I looked up at the sign, which belonged to the shop not far away from where I was standing. 'Flourish & Blotts' it read. I had not been at the shop for years – it was disappointing because I loved it very much. I enjoyed reading, it took my mind away from my issues and swept me to a different world. I stepped into the shop and gazed and the shelves stacked full of books. It was just how I remembered it. For a moment I wished I could sit in the corner, read the books and never leave. Or perhaps I'd buy every book in the store and take them home with me? I shook my head, I had no time for fantasies. I was a Hogwarts professor, I needed to start living in reality and I needed to prepare myself for what I was about to step in to.

I began to walk around the store, and my mind filled with thoughts about my new career. I still found it difficult to believe Dumbledore had actually hired me for this job. I'd always enjoyed Defence Against the Dark Arts back in my Hogwarts days - it was one of the few things that made sense to me easily. I reached up to the book on the top shelf, a book that Dumbledore required me to purchase. Thankfully, the old man helped me out a little with the expense.

I pulled the book into my arms and turned around, but soon enough the books were on the floor, along with a girl.

"Shit," she mumbled. She went to her hands and knees and began to pick up my books. "I am so sorry, I'm very stupid like that. I never look where I'm going." She looked up through her long black hair, and suddenly I felt breathless. I felt like I knew this girl, somewhere, or somehow. She was just familiar, for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on. She was also the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my entire life. Her eyes. I knew them from somewhere.

"No, the fault is mine. My apologies," I managed to say, trying not to be distracted by her beauty. 'C'mon, Remus, get it together. She's young!'

My head was right. Too young for me to be thinking about, anyway. She stood up from the floor, as did I, and she handed me my books.

"Thank you," I told her. I couldn't help but flash a smile.

"No worries," she said, flashing her very own gorgeous smile whilst running her hands through her hair. I placed the books on the ground next to me, realising I'd need to introduce myself. I held out my hand, keeping my wide smile on my face.

"Remus Lupin," I said. The look in her eyes was strange, like something had clicked.

"Isabel Snape," she replied.

Snape?

There was no way.

Surely not.

Could it be?

Severus didn't have a sister, did he?

Or worse...a daughter?

I shook her hand slowly, as if I was being cautious of this girl. There was no way she could be related to him and be this breath taking. It was not possible.

"You're Severus Snape's daughter? Or very much younger sister that no one has ever heard of, obviously." I tried to sound as polite as I possibly could, and hide the fact that I was shocked.

"Daughter." She sounded so casual, she must have dealt with it before, or she had no clue who her father truly was. "And actually, I'm your new colleague." This girl was full of surprises.

"Is that so?" I asked.

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you who was going to be your assistant?" She asked with a smug look, her eyebrows raised. There was the Severus Snape in her – the smugness. A small smirk appeared on my face, I was incredibly amused by her cocky nature.

"You? You look like a student! You cannot be older than seventeen!" I was teasing, however it was the truth. Everything about her was so youthful.

"I'm eighteen in one week, and yes, I'm your assistant." How could she be my 'assistant'? She may be his daughter, but would she have the skills to be teaching students? Why was there a need for assistance? Did Dumbledore want to keep watch on me?

"Were you the only applicant for the job?" I asked, with a quiet laugh. She crossed her arms, glaring at me. I'd obviously offended her. Damn it, Remus.

"I'm only joking. I apologise, Isabel."

"Apology accepted." She placed her hands on her hips, and her smug expression returned to her face. "And just so you know, I was hand picked by Dumbledore for the job."

"Were you now?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Yes, yes I was." The poor thing was so young and delusional. I hoped this wasn't the way that she usually acted. She reminded me so much of a young Sirius. Still, she seemed well natured enough, determined. Maybe teaching alongside her wouldn't be a bad thing.

'Remus, you know all you want to do is stare at her arse'.

My mind wasn't completely wrong. I needed to get out of here before I said anything too horrible to her.

"Well, Miss. Snape, it's been a pleasure to meet you, but - "

"You're taking off so soon?" She asked with a pout. "I thought it would be good to discuss some things with you about classes and such." Her tone was full of disappointment.

"And we will talk, in due time, but I am currently tending to other things."

'Like trying not to stare at your behind'.

"I shall be in touch. Pleased to meet you, Miss. Snape." I picked up my books and smiled at her. She returned the smile and began to walk away, leaving me to stand alone. Before she turned the corner, she looked over her shoulder, and gazed at me with those familiar dark eyes.

"Right, back to it," I told myself. I would have plenty of time to ponder over those eyes later.

A/N: I had an idea for a third story, but it just wasn't working for me. However I had this at the back of my mind for a while and it's all kind of come together now. I've always seen Remus Lupin as the character in the first story that had a story to tell. So yes, if you haven't guessed, this is a re-telling of Disturbing Truths, but from Remus' perspective, so we'll get to see his relationships with Harry and Sirius, and his relationship with Tonks in a way you couldn't see in the first story. I hope my old readers are still around to

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It felt strange packing up this house until it was almost bare. I felt like I hadn't left it for years, apart from the full moon. It was my save haven. Inside these walls, I knew I was safe. I knew that I didn't have to explain myself to anyone or pretend to anyone. I could be plain old Remus Lupin.

I was glad that my last full moon was not long ago, so I could settle into Hogwarts without the worry of my problem. I didn't need students catching on, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to let my 'assistant' know yet either. I packed up the last of my things and looked around. It was time to move on from this chapter of my life, and hopefully move forward onto a better one. I waved my wand and all of my packed belongings moved onto the grass outside my small Yorkshire cottage.

"Positivity Remus," I told myself, trying to convince my mind that perhaps a brighter outlook on things would help. I was forever a pessimist. Perhaps a changed look might fix help things. I took one last look at my cottage, then waved my wand to begin my journey to the Hogwarts express.