Chapter 3
Remus woke up with a start. He was in the Hospital Wing. He feels empty. “Everything good in my life is gone,” he thought. “What am I supposed to do now? I meant nothing before I met them. Before I met him. No. No,” he thought to himself, “Sirius was never special. Sirius never loved me. How could he? Anyway, he is just the same as the rest of his family. A blood-purist, evil bastard. He used me. Everything he told me was fake, it was all a lie to get closer to them. Sirius never loved me, who would? I am a half-blood werewolf,” Remus thought. “Nobody could ever love such a monster. I should have known. This is all my fault. Lily and James would be fine if they had never met me. I am the reason they are dead. It’s the only explanation, Greyback was right, I am just what he made me, a monster that ruins the lives of everyone else around me.” He thought back to when he was first bitten, even then he ruined people's lives. Bloody hell, his dad killed himself because of him. Maybe everyone's lives would be better if he wasn't in them. He recognized what was happening here, the same thing that always happened. He was spiraling, like he spiraled after his dad's death. Like he spiraled after the prank, only this time there was nothing to bring him back. The first time he fought out of it for his mum and the second time for Sirius. Who was there left for him to fight for now?