When No One Else Was

Summary: Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn't see it in themselves

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Just a oneshot I thought up, and decided to post about 5 updates on Christmas. Just go crazy everyone! And I'm just adding this to my oneshots, so..happy Christmas!

Remus was sitting, cross legged on the floor with Harry.

I couldn't resist smiling at least a little bit when I saw my son laughing.

" Wemus!"

Remus couldn't help but smile a bit. But I couldn't fill the emptiness he must feel.

He was trying to find work, but everyone rejected him. Because no one wanted to have work from a werewolf.

Even if he was incredibly gifted, with excellent skills, remarkable speed, and a brilliantly trained wizard. They never looked beyond the golden eyes of a wolf, and the glistening fangs, past the gray fur and fierce growl.

They didn't see into the heart of a human, who had the looks of a wolf.

You couldn't even tell a werewolf unless they told you they were one. And as soon as he did, people shunned him, ran from him...they didn't want their children or themselves messing with 'people like that'. Of his crowd.

And no one else could understand why Remus Lupin, one of the most brilliant wizards of their year, still didn't have work.

Why didn't anyone want his talents?

He studied his heart out in everything. Even the Dark Arts, which he was a master at.

But no one wanted to employ a werewolf. Even one as extraordinary as Remus.

Instead, they would look at him with sympathy, or fear, tell him that they couldn't employ him, and leave him even more hurt than before.

He didn't let anyone see how hurt he was by what they said. He didn't let them know that it hurt more than the scars on his arms. He didn't even let James or Sirius see it get to him as it did.

But I knew what he was going through.

Because my own sister shunned me from her world when she knew I was a witch. She wanted nothing to do with me anymore. She would slam the door in my face if she could.

Because I just didn't exist as part of her world. So I fled to the world where I was accepted. The one where being a witch was natural, and normal. The world where I was loved, and people knew me more than ever.

And I didn't want to see Remus fall to his world.

Because the world he would flee too was not the one he belonged in.

They didn't accept werewolves, despite them really existing.

Anytime there was a werewolf, they would turn blind eyes. They would turn deaf ears.

Because the word of a werewolf mattered not.

" They're different."

" They're cursed."

Cursed. But no one ever tried to undo the curse. They simply said that their was no cure for a condition like that.

And no one bothered, because who cared for a werewolf?

No one bothered. No one attempted to find a cure, because what was the use? It was for a number of dumb beasts.

Beasts.

But were they really?

Society tells you what your rank is. They decide who you are.

Until you decide to change that.

And Remus...he would change it. If he had any say.

But as you know, no one wants to listen to the word of a werewolf. It matters not to them.

Just like a house elf.

But werewolves are considered dark creatures.

Yes, Dark Creatures.

By law, and because everyone calls them so.

They have nothing against a wizard.

Remus might be wicked fast with his wand, turning it on another with lightning quickness, and his mind sharper than another's, but when it comes to court, he'll be beaten before he even gets to say a thing.

All because of a curse, maybe a curse to the rest of the world, and even to him.

But I see it as a strength.

He is incredibly strong. Not physically, but mentally and emotionally.

He is so strong.

He lets them taunt him. Throw him on the streets, and shout at him for all to hear.

But never once does he break.

He stands tall, and walks away, never picking a fight.

He never wavers, his gaze always holds strong and steady.

He never falters, only stumbles, and then keeps going, only smiling and nodding at him.

I watch him, and I know his pain. But even if he never shows it, or talks about it, it is there, clear in his eyes.

His love for his friends is stronger than anything I've ever seen.

Loyalty.

Bravery.

He would do anything to save his friends, and he would die fighting for them.

Even if he knew they were going to betray him, he wouldn't let his wand tremble.

He would push back the pain, and fight on. For what he believes in.

If they betrayed him, I believe that might break him.

But I won't leave his side, no matter what. Because he's part of my family.

We're all in this together.

Forever.