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John Lupin was familiar with heartbreak. Very familiar. His sister was born mental unstable, and killed herself when she was 24. He was 28. His mother died of her own disease when he was 30. His wife died by the very same attack that forever demonized his only son. Yes, John Lupin knew heartbreak very well.
He did not deal with it nearly so safely as he should’ve.
There are times, rare and far and few in between his numb, where he regrets what he does. But…it’s his son’s fault that she’s gone.His son’s fault he feels so much pain.
So he drinks to ease his mind, drinks to not feel. But it’s not enough, it’s never enough. And in his haze, he lashes out, needs his son to feel the very same pain that eats away at his very being…so he uses silver…and his hands, and knives, and he locks that monster in the basement when it comes to life, when it takes it’s true form instead of masquerading as a little boy.
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Remus Lupin knows why his father is the way he is. He was six when he was bitten, long enough to know his mother and know his father’s story. He knows why he is treated as he is…and though he hates it, he will not fight. He understands…he deserves this. Half his life…over that, he has been a dark creature, a monster, a terrible thing.
So he tries to hide, to stay away, to keep to the shadows of his father’s mind and make sure he is a little of a burden as he can be. He hides with his books and he hides himself.
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Walburga Black doesn’t understand why one of her sons had to be…defective. Regulus…darling Regulus is her pride, her baby. He is the perfect son she never got in her firstborn. And she can not have the estate go to that ungrateful disgrace.
So she just needed to find a way to…remove him, before she and her husband died. So that her youngest, her prodigy would take The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.
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Sirius Black hates his family. He really does. His mother’s a purist bitch, his cousins are evil, his father is a pretensions prat, and the only pureblood families he knows that aren’t made of of ridiculously pompous idiots are the Potters, Weasleys, and Longbottoms. Maybe there’s more, but his parents don’t shut up about those three.
He knows his mother hates him. He knows she plans to kill him before he inherits anything. If it’s one thing he isn’t, it’s stupid.So he figures, might as well go out with a bang. He’s doing he damned best to piss off his mother before he dies. Because, fuck it, you really only live once.
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James Potter loved his life. He loved being a pureblood, but didn’t mind muggleborns. After all, it wasn’t there fault an ancestor of theirs was a squib. Wasn’t there fault they were born to muggles. And it’s not like they were any less of a witch or wizard because of it. His entire family was magical though…it was wonderful to have such friendly house elves and so much magic around. He couldn’t wait for Hogwarts.
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Peter Pettigrew was poor. He was pure-blooded, but poor. His clothes were second-hand, his wand was his cousin’s, who died of some disease like…well, he forgot the name, but someone once told his it was the fact his cousin was dead because her parents were cousins.
His mother was a little bit crazy, and he stayed with her since his father was Merlin-knows-where in an attempt to pretend he hadn’t married his mother. Which went over fantastically with his mother’s side of the family. Peter didn’t like his family very much…so he tended to avoid them. He wanted a new family…and he wanted to be better than his nutty mother and stupid cousins. He wanted to be pure, strong, respected…even feared. He just didn’t want to be pitied as the pathetic Pettigrew boy any longer. Yes, he would no longer be the disgracing family heir to a disgracing family.