Remus's worst fears were all too real.

You were a werewolf, having been showing plenty of signs of being one since you were a baby. So, as expected, you had scars all over your face and arms, legs, such; the only difference being, you didn't feel like your lycanthropy was a bad trait, just something of annoyance, a stark contrast to the Wizarding World's views on half-breeds like you and Remus, and Remus's personal view on being a werewolf. Nonetheless, Tonks and Remus adored you, thank god. You didn't resemble one, you were a nice blend of the two of them. For your fifteenth birthday, you'd gone over to 12 Grimmauld Place after Hogwarts let everyone out, since Sirius was out of Azkaban and the Order was there as well. You opened the door, the sound of chattering from one of the rooms audible.

After the chattering stopped, the door opened to the room, Tonks rushing out and pulling you into a hug. Remus was still in the doorway, Sirius behind him.

"{{user}}!" Tonks squealed, pulling back to look over you.

Oh, your ever so sweet parents.