LUPIN, remus john

REMUS JOHN LUPIN ,

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"IT'S REAL FOR US. NOT FOR HER.
WE'LL GET THE LETTER, YOU AND ME."
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( FULL NAME ) :
Remus John Lupin
( NICKNAMES ) :
Moony – from being a werewolf
( SEX ) :
Male
( BLOOD TYPE ) :
Half-blood
( AGE & DOB ) :
16; March 10, 1960
( YEAR ) :
Sixth Year
( HOUSE ) :
Gryffindor
( CANON? ) :
Yep
( OCCUPATION ) :
Student
( AFFILIATION ) :
Future Order Member
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) :
Bisexual
( WAND ) :
11 inch, Dragon Heartstring, Ash

( LIKES ) :
• Reading
• Gryffindor
• Being a marauder
• His friends
• His family
• Quidditch
• Defense Against the Dark Arts
• Charms
• Transfigurations
( DISLIKES ) :
• The moon
• Slytherin
• Being a werewolf
• Fenrir Greyback
• Lord Voldemort
• Death Eaters
• Potions
• History of Magic
( STRENGTHS ) :
• His family
• His friends
• Defense Against the Dark Arts
• Quidditch
( WEAKNESSES ) :
• The moon
• Girls (and some boys)
• Potions
• His “furry little problem”
( AMORTENTIA ) :
• Burning wood
• Rainwater
• Cologne
• Grass
( RIDDIKULUS! ) :
Remus’ boggart is a moon, because when the moon is full, is when he’s at his worst, in his werewolf form.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) :
When James, Sirius, and Peter found out that he was a werewolf and didn’t care. Also, when he found out that they became illegal Animagi for him.
( DEMENTOR'S KISS ) :
When Fenrir Greyback bit him when he was just a little boy.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) :
To be a normal student with no problems. To fall in love, get good grades, get into trouble with his friends, without having to worry about his werewolf side.
( PERSONALITY ) :
Remus is a very intelligent, calm, tolerant, fair-minded, brave, kind, and good-natured. Despite suffering a lot through prejudice due to his lycanthropy, he is able to retain an ability to see the good in almost everybody and is extremely forgiving. Remus may be the most mature one of his friends, but that does not mean that he doesn’t have an excellent sense of humor. After all, he would have to have a sense of humor to be a part of a group of prankster known as the Marauders. While he never takes part in his friends bullying, he sits back and keeps watch for anyone that may notice them and tell on them. That means that while he never likes the bullying, he doesn’t exactly stop his friends from doing it themselves.

Something happened to Remus during his fifth year that his friends really never forgave him for; he became a prefect. It took his friends awhile to get over the fact that he would sink low to actual authority, but soon, his friends realized that they could use his status as a prefect to good use. For example, the teachers would be more understanding, if Remus just told them that they weren’t there at the scene of the crime, if they were caught. Also, Remus had access to other places such as the prefect bathroom. The marauders could definitely have fun with that. To his friend’s great disgust, Remus is actually capable of having a civil conversation with people he doesn’t like, such as Severus Snape. This shows that he knows how to keep his head on straight. Remus is quite perceptive, and he has an uncanny ability to guess the thoughts of those around him.

On the outside, Remus may seem brave on many occasions, but unknown to most people around him, Remus holds deep-seated feelings of shame and fear of rejection, from persecution that he has experienced as a young child, which would make him think that his friends deserved better than him. He has even gone to Dumbledore multiple times, to ask to be removed from Hogwarts, because he feels that he’s not good enough for the school, and the students could do without a beast there. He sometimes describes himself as cowardly, because he feels ashamed that he is allowing his friends to roam around the school as illegal animagus, though he has no intentions of actually going to Dumbledore. Though he still can’t help but feel that he has betrayed Dumbledore’s trust, which means everything to him.

( HAIR ) :
past his ears and eyes, sandy brown, shaggy, is all over the place, he likes that it makes him unable to display his emotions through his eyes most of the time, and also, it hides some of the scars on his face.
( EYES ) :
Golden brown, Oval shaped, long dark eyelashes, He hates that his emotions are shown easily through them
( FACIAL STRUCTURE ) :
Long pointy nose, Sunken in cheekbones with scars littered over them, pointy chin, bushy eyebrows, and a large forehead.
( BODY STRUCTURE ) :
Remus stands about 6’0 and is very lanky. He shows some muscles from running around with his friends and carrying a lot of weight.
( ATTIRE ) :
When Neville is not wearing his hand-me-down robes (Gryffindor, school colors), he usually wears long sleeved vest shirts and baggy pants, with his tennis shoes.
( PLAY-BY ) :
Andrew Garfield

( PARENTS ) :
Father: John Andrew Lupin, 38, Auror, gets on well with Remus, Pureblood
Mother: Claire Alynn Lupin, 36, Professor at a university, Muggle, loves her son like no other
( SIBLINGS ) : N/A
( OTHERS ) :
James Potter, 16, Pureblood, brother
Sirius Black, 16, Pureblood, Brother
Peter Pettigrew, 16, Halfblood, Brother
(They are brothers in all but blood)
( HISTORY ) :
On March 10, 1960, a young healthy baby boy was born to Jon Andrew and Claire Alynne at midnight. They named him Remus (after his grandfather from his mother’s side) John (after his father) and he was a very cute baby. He weighed about 9 pounds, and 6 ounces, and he already had a head of hair, which was sandy-brown. His parents loved him so much, and though they did not have a lot of money, they cared for him and spoiled him the best they knew how.

The first seven years of his life was pretty amazing for a young boy. He had loving parents, amazing friends in his neighborhood, and loving grandparents until they died about a year before he turned six. Remus was already very smart for his age, and his parents could always be heard bragging how Remus could be either a Gryffindor or a Ravenclaw. He loved to read, and he had already learned to write by the age of five. He helped his mother with household chores when his father was on an Auror mission, and he went with his mother to the university when she had to teach, and the students there loved him, despite him being a sniffling little kid.

Things changed when Remus was eight years old. His father had gotten into a spat with a known werewolf by the name of Fenrir Greyback, and on a thirst to seek revenge, the werewolf went after the Lupin’s, hoping to get the father. To his disappointment, his father wasn’t outside, but to his delight, an eight year old boy was, playing in the dirt. Fenrir decided to show the Lupin’s what happens when you pissed him off, and he went after Remus, biting him on his shoulder blade. Remus screams could be heard throughout the neighborhood and Fenrir ran just as John came out with a shotgun and aimed at the werewolf. When the werewolf was too far to get a good shot in, John dropped to his knees and picked up his son, all the while screaming for his wife to call a healer. The healers tried everything they could do, but it was too late. Remus was now a werewolf.

Three years later, Remus Lupin was a very attractive boy, and despite his trials during the last three years, Remus came turned out to have a very good outlook on life, though he still feared that people were going to show up and kill him. During dinner in late July, Dumbledore showed up offering for Remus to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Remus had told Dumbledore, that he shouldn’t invite him. To his utter disbelief, his parents told Dumbledore, that he was a werewolf and to even more of his disbelief, Dumbledore didn’t care. After promising that Remus was safe, and that they would plant a tree that stopped people from entering a secret area, to where Remus would transform during his full moons, he accepted his place at Hogwarts.

Once at Hogwarts, Remus was sorted into Gryffindor, though the hat had thought he’d do well in Ravenclaw at first, but Remus’ thirst for knowledge wsn’t stronger than his will to get along with people and to just be normal. He soon made friends with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew, and later on during their first year, they became the marauders. They played pranks, and while Remus had been reluctant to cause trouble at first, he soon became used to it, and even helped to plan well thought out pranks so that the professors wouldn’t catch on to them.

For the next two years, anytime Remus had to go out for his transformations, he would tell his friends that he had to go home to his mother, because she was sick. His friends had believed him at first, but it was Sirius Black who drew attention to Remus’ absences. They had worked out that Remus always disappeared during the full moon and soon figured out that he was a werewolf. During the middle of their second year, Remus was confronted, and then he came out to his friends, all the while breaking down. James, who had stopped Remus from running out of the room convinced Remus that they still loved him as friends, and that they couldn’t think of anyone else as a better friend, werewolf or not.. Remus had broken down in James arms.

For the next three years, Sirius, James, and Peter had tried their hardest to learn how to became Animagi, and during their fifth year at Hogwarts, to which Remus became a prefect, they had succeeded. Now they hang with him during the full moons, and though it’s still painful, at least Remus had his friends to help him through his transformations.

It is now their sixth year at Hogwarts and the war seems to be getting worse with Voldemort. Remus is just starting to notice girls and he can’t help but wonder if he is falling in love with his best friend, Sirius Black. Though he doesn’t plan to act on his feelings, he can’t help but wonder if the boy feels the same way for him. This is the time where Remus is questioning his sexuality and he hopes that for his sake that he would grow out of this awkward stage. He didn’t need people judging him because he may like both boys and girls.

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Neville had his arms around Ginny, comforting her as they looked upon the deaths of many people from the battle that had been consumed that night. Among those dead was one Fred Weasley, and since Neville had been the first to show up after Ron and Hermione of course, Ginny had launched herself at him, his shirt getting damp as Ginny cried her despair. A lone tear escaped Neville’s left eye, as he wrapped a comfortable arm around Ginny’s shoulder, as he looked amongst the dead. Professor Lupin, Tonks, Fred, there were just so many deaths, and Neville was barely able to contain his emotions for much longer.

Since Harry Potter had disappeared off the face of the planet so many months ago, Neville took it upon himself to become the leader of their little rebellion group. It was he that had convinced Luna and Ginny to accompany him to Dumbled – er, Snape’s office, to steal the sword of Gryffindor; after Ginny and Luna had tried to talk him out of it anyway. It really had been a shame that the sword wasn’t there, and all three were punished for their little exhibition.

After Christmas, Neville had lost both of his best friends, one being forced to stay at home and the other having been taken off of the Hogwarts’ express. Neville of course had been distraught, because now he was the only one of Harry’s closest friends to be around, and he wasn’t going to sit around, waiting for Harry Potter to come back for them. He knew that Harry would eventually, so in the meantime, Neville had prepared himself to the best of his knowledge. Sure, he was bruised and beaten pretty badly, but at least the Deatheaters feared him, or at least thought he was trouble, and Neville would never have thought in all of his years here at Hogwarts, that he’d be the one to defy the death eaters. Now, they wanted him out of their way.

Neville was both excited to see Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and very angry at them, as he clambered out of the portrait. He had wanted to deck Harry right then and there after having seen him, for putting him and his friends through the horrors of worrying about the Golden Trio, but his desire to hug Harry had won over and he did so with such fierceness. After all, Harry was like a younger brother to him, and he did not want to see the smaller boy hurt.

Nearly three hours had passed since that glorious timing of Harry’s and Neville was filled with sorrow and distraught at the chaos going on in the school, and the area around Hogwarts. He knew deep in his heart that Harry was in trouble, and he was powerless to stop it. Why had he listened to Harry when the young boy told him he was just going to run an errand? Why didn’t Neville stop Harry while he still could? Now, for all he knew, Harry was dead and his friends would blame him for the death of their savior.

“Harry Potter is dead. – “ That first sentence that that monster spoke ripped Neville’s heart to a million pieces, and he wanted to fall to his knees right then and there, to cry out in horrified pain. His throat dry, and a lump forming in his throat, Neville led Ginny to the entrance of Hogwarts, the others following in their wake to see themselves. No one was willing to believe Harry dead until they saw with their own eyes. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, Neville made out Voldemort’s form first, before seeing Hagrid. He had his arms filled with - .

“No!” Neville ignored McGonagall, and letting go of Ginny’s shoulder, Neville clamped his hands into fists, and his heart beat against his chest, trying to fight its way out of his chest. He would not allow himself to break yet. He still had a mission to do and that was killing Nagini. That is of course if Ron and Hermione hadn’t done so already. He looked around, and Ron and Hermione were standing somewhere to his right, and they looked to be too distraught to think about anything else. Guess it was up to Neville to do as Harry asked. After that, Neville would allow his grieve to sink in, and he would cry like no man should when it was all said and done. Now, he was ready for his destiny. Voldemort must be stopped at all cost.

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