Disclaimer: I belong to JK Rolling, but I've finally decided to share my stories and discuss matters.

When I was four years old, . My father Lyall was asked to join the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. My father came face-to-face with Fenrir Greyback. My father rudely described werewolves as soulless, evil, creatures who deserve nothing but death. His revenge on my father

changed the rest of our lives.

Shortly before my fifth birthday, I was sleeping peacefully, Fenrir Greyback forced open my bedroom window and slashed my face and chest to make we weak. I was in too much pain to speak, let alone scream for my parents. I was bitten on my left shoulder, snapping my collarbone in the process. When I woke up over two days later, scarred head to foot, with only one matron by my side. I was a fully fledged werewolf. Even now my shoulder aches occasionally, sadly, even with the best medical attention it cannot be healed.

My father never forgave himself for insulting Greyback. Yet, I haven't turned out like him in my human form except for the terrible period of the full moon where I suffer an excruciating transformation and become a danger to everyone around me. Greyback and I have had several duels as he still holds a grudge against my father and furious I refuse to join him. I'm constantly on the run form him with my wife and Teddy. I couldn't live with myself if they were harmed.