5-year-old Remus as a tiny wolf puppy, fur bristling as his whole body shudders and he issues this tiny little “oooo!” howl.
6-year-old Remus needing a new quilt because his has been chewed up by a wolfy puppy.
7-year-old Remus examining the scratch marks on the windowsill in his room, slightly confused until he realizes his wolf form is tall enough to look out the window now.
8-year-old Remus hiding his face as the neighbors tell his mother their dog kept him up last night.
9-year-old Remus needing to find a new place to transform because he broke the door of his bedroom scratching and banging at it all night.
10-year-old Remus exploring a new house and opening a cabinet to see a bright full moon, screaming and collapsing on the floor, waiting for the pain to swallow him until his father scoops him up and banishes the boggart.
11-year-old Remus waking up in a daze after his first time in the Shrieking Shack, coming face to face with a chair that’s little more than boards as he runs his tongue along the splinters between his teeth.
12-year-old Remus hiding in the Library, hands balled into shaking fists as he bites his lips and tries so hard to think of yet another lie to tell his friends.
13-year-old Remus getting sick in Defense Against the Dark Arts as the class discusses the “wretched, cursed soul that is the werewolf”.
14-year-old Remus waking up in the Shack with injuries so severe he has to be carried to the Hospital Wing by Madam Pomfrey, worrying more about how to cover his new scars than about how badly he’s hurt.
15-year-old Remus trying to focus on his O.W.L. paper, but all he can focus on is the back of Sirius’ head and the hateful burning in his gut—How could he?
16-year-old Remus laughing, his voice trailing down a newly discovered secret passage as his friends regale him with stories of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
17-year-old Remus turning back, looking around the Shrieking Shack for the last time with a strange sense of loss he thought he would never feel for this place even as the dust begins to settle over the last of the animal prints.
18-year-old Remus transforming at his parent’s house again, bitterly aware that he can’t get a job and needs to stay at home for now.
19-year-old Remus facing prejudice even in the Order, some members openly saying they don’t trust him because of his disease.
20-year-old Remus cringing his nose at the smell of the werewolf colony, staring at the children with an unspeakable sorrow in his heart even as his face is made of stone.
21-year-old Remus staring into the fire, the last of his money having run dry as his mind is consumed by grief and he realizes that for the first time in his life, he has to face Moony alone.
In 7th grade, I read the first 4 books in the Gone series (all that was out at the time) and I was in love. Completely obsessed.
So when my teacher announced that of end of the year project would be a “character project,” guess who i picked. Caine Soren.
For this project, you had to write a piece, from your character’s POV. I wrote an interview. We also had to dress up as our character. This led me to wear a crown, one of my father’s dress shirts and carry around a “scepter” that i made I made on my back deck with a plastic bat, glitter and silver pipe cleaners.
And I had to share it in the middle of class. It went well.
I basically walked around school all day yelling “I am king Caine fear me.”
I wish I was kidding.
So tumblr, here’s the beautiful piece I wrote in 7th grade.
Note: things in bold are comments I made just now.