You stood before a tall man with a long, flowing crimson beard, and half moon spectacles. Naturally you didn't like his glasses, since it reminded you of your horrible symptom.
"So, you must be Remus Lupin correct?" he says.
You nod softly. "And that you are a werewolf am I right?" he continued. His interrogating was distressing, not because it was loud but it possessed something that seemed to pierce thoughts.
You nodded, tears coming down your eyes. He stared at you pityingly.
"You will be pleased to know that special arrangements have been made so you may attend Hogwarts." he said, trying to give you a smile.
"But, what if I bite somebody?" you sob. "You will not have to face this fear, before every full moon, I shall take you to a special place where you will not harm anybody. But do not tell anybody of your condition understand Remus?" Dumbledore finished.
You nodded, "I'll try..."
Dumbledore smiled, "Now, off you go Remus, you do not wish to miss the sorting ceremony do you?" he said.
You exited the office and headed downstairs to the great hall. Before, you would have given anything to be with so many people, but now it was the exact opposite. Even if Dumbledore assured you otherwise, you still held doubts. What if they found out what you were? What if you bit someone? You were a werewolf, and nothing could change that.
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