A/N: Okay, so to fully explain since the last pottermore update and the information about Remus's family I've been doing some thinking, and in the end I decided that I wanted to restart my story about Remus and the Marauders from the beginning, and I mean like, the actual beginning this time, not that random point in year two I started with last time because I was impatient. I'm doing this mainly because it is very important to me that what I write is feasible in terms of the canon according to Jo. This is just a personal thing I have, unless I write something that's specifically AU or crossover which I have done before for my own personal enjoyment but not published. Anyway I felt that I wouldn't be able to really get to know Remus's parents if I continued to write my own version of his parents which I made up purely because he needed to have parents and I had nothing to go on. For that reason I am probably not going to update Completely Loopy again, although I will leave it up for now, mainly because I don't keep past chapters saved on my computer cause it gets messy so I need it there til I catch this story up to where I got with Completely Loopy (6th year). Whether you've been reading Completely Loopy or not I want to stress that this is not a straight re-write of that story, it's starting earlier, and there'll be more generally of the early years cause I know that I rushed through that last time and because I would find a straight re-write far too boring to do. So this fic will include a mixture of chapters from Completely Loopy with little or no editing, chapters based on chapters from Completely Loopy, and a large helping of entirely new chapters (like this one) cause I know there are things I left out in my haste and confusion. For now I'm called thing story Completely Loopy Mark II, but when I can think of a synonym for crazy that's a play on Peter's name or nickname or animagus form then I'll change it to Loopy [afore mentioned synonym] Barking and Potty.

Disclaimer: No Chapters In This Fanfiction Are Anything Other Than Fanfiction. The Entire Universe This Fic Is Set In And Everything In It Is Owned By Joanne Kathleen Rowling.

There, I think that covers it, unless anyone complains I'm not going to bother writing the disclaimers in every chapter anymore unless I borrow something from somewhere else. And I'm not going to bother with authors notes either unless I actually have something to say. Reviews are always appreciated whenever I write anything, love, hate, whatever, bring it on.

It had taken Albus ages to track them down. The Lupins had definitely done a good job at hiding their son away from the Wizarding World. Almost no records of any of the family existed postdating 1964, but they had left a trail, if only a faint one, as they moved from place to place, running and hiding from the people they once might have turned to as friends. To find them Albus had largely had to follow whispers, rumours, local legends. And eventually his searches had lead him here, to this small house set back a long way from the road in the Pennines. It was February, and although winter was nearly at an end a biting chill still lingered in the air and as he approached Albus saw smoke rising from the chimney. In the front garden, which was separated from the surrounding fields by a low dry stone wall, which had at some point in it's history been colonised by brambles, he saw a sizable vegetable patch as well as a large oak tree, with a rope swing hanging down from one of the branches. The garden was empty save for a few birds trying to coax worms from the hard winter earth, and not a sound came from the house, though Albus could see light in the downstairs windows, behind the net curtains which prevented anyone who should happen to stray so far from the road from peering in.

Albus knocked on the door and waited. For a moment the silence from the house seemed to deepen, then he heard muffled footsteps, hushed adult whisperings and then the louder, higher pitched sound of a child, who was hastily silenced, and then, judging by the amount of creaking of floorboards, sent upstairs. The footsteps drew nearer now, but the door did not open. Instead Albus was challenged with a demand of "Who's there?" shortly followed by a "What do you want?"

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Albus loudly so that Lyall could hear him through the door, "and I would very much like to have a chat with you and your wife and son about the possibility of Remus attending Hogwarts in September."

One the other side of the door there were more indistinguishable murmurings between Lyall and Hope, and then Lyall spoke again.

"I'm sorry but I think you've gotten the wrong house," he said, "I don't know who this Remus is you're talking about, I don't have a son and I've never heard of you or your school of... Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"Oh I'm pretty sure I've got the right house Lyall," said Albus calmly, he had not expected gaining entrance to the Lupin household to be an easy affair, "I promise you I come only as the bearer of good news which I would very much like to convey to you, your wife Hope and your son Remus."

Above him Albus heard the sound of a window sliding open. He looked up and saw, through a small gap in the curtains, not white netting as downstairs but a pale blue this time, two staring brown eyes set in a small pale face. On seeing him the eyes quickly vanished behind the curtain, but the window stayed open, and Albus knew that little Remus would still be listening from the other side.

"I'm afraid Remus won't be able to go to school," said a voice from inside the house, this time a woman's, Hope's, Albus detected a lilting quality hidden under the tangible fear, and recalled that in his investigations he had found that Hope Lupin nee Howell was originally from Wales, "he's very ill, we've decided we're going to educate him at home instead."

"I am well aware of your son's condition Mrs Lupin, it is for that reason I came here in person, to persuade you that with the necessary precautions Remus will still be able to come to school. Now, I had rather imagined that I would persuade you sitting around that lovely smelling log fire of yours rather than through a door, so would you mind if I come in?"

Finally there was a clacking and clanging of various locks being unlocked, and the door opened a couple of inches, though it was still held fast by no less than four chains.

"Look, we don't want any trouble," said Lyall, peering through the gap, wand drawn and pointed at Dumbledore's chest, "we just want to be able to raise our son in peace and safety. We don't want to sign anything, we don't want to enrol on any Ministry programmes, and we don't want to enrol Remus in any school. So I'm going to have to bid you a good day, and ask you to leave before I am forced to make you."

"Now now Lyall, I don't think that will be necessary. I am not here on behalf of the Ministry, in fact I can assure you that the Ministry are entirely unaware of my presence here. I find them a rather difficult bunch to work with and prefer to keep Hogwarts business well away from the long arm of the Ministry of Magic. I am here solely to offer Remus a place at my school and to explain to you how we intend to ensure this is possible. Now, it is rather cold out here, and standing around like this not only am I getting rather chilly but I'm sure you're letting a terrible draught in keeping the door open like this, not to mention Remus's bedroom window."

At this Lyall's face froze, and behind him Albus heard the stairs creak again as Hope ran up after Remus. A moment later the upstairs window had been slammed shut and Lyall was speaking again.

"If you want to offer my son a place at your school then threatening us is not the way to go about it," he said, "no leave, please, or I shall have to resort to violence."

"I was not threatening you," said Albus, still calm despite Lyall Lupin's warning, "I was merely informing you that Remus has been listening in on our conversation and in doing so letting a frightful draught into your otherwise warm and cosy home."

"I don't know what you are trying to say Mr Dumbledore but..."

"I am trying to say that Remus at least seems to want to hear me out, and as we are all endeavouring to act in his best interests perhaps we should let him do so."

"How do we know you are acting in his best interest though?" demanded Lyall, "how do you know you haven't come to take him away? To take him to some Ministry facility? You do see that we have no reason to trust you right? Or believe anything you have said so far?"

"I see that Lyall," said Dumbledore, and that is why I am now going to hand you over my wand," he reached into a pocket in his robes and did so, Lyall took it, looking perplexed but never letting his guard down, "you can see that I am alone, cast homenem revelio if you wish. All I ask for is an audience with you and your family, and perhaps a scone or a crumpet or two if you have anything of the sort."

Lyall looked back at his wife, who was now standing at the top of the stairs, holding tightly onto Remus, who had his head cocked to one side, trying to look through the crack in the door at the mysterious man on the doorstep. Hope shrugged and then nodded, after all, how many villains came to their victim's doorsteps and asked for crumpets?

"Fine," said Lyall, turning back to face Albus "but I keep hold of this," he added, placing Albus's wand in his own pocket before closing the door again to undo the chains.

Albus bent low to avoid catching his wizard's hat on the door frame, and when he looked up to the top of the stairs he saw that Remus's curiosity had turned at once to shyness and fear. As he smiled at the boy Remus clung even tighter to his mother and shuffled around to hide behind her in a manner befitting a much younger child.

"Hello Remus," called Dumbledore, and then he produced a small wooden box from another of his pockets and proffered it to the boy, "fancy a game of gobstones?"

Remus looked up to his mother, who smile and nodded at him. Then he looked down the stairs and nodded at Albus. Behind Albus, Lyall raised his eyebrows at his son. Seeing the gesture Remus swallowed and saw, in a small voice:

"Yes please."

Lyall showed Albus into the living room, which predominantly consisted of a small sofa, an armchair, a rug and a low table, all illuminated by the flickering orange light of the fire. On the table lay a muggle notepad which was open to a page half filled with the careful handwriting of a child, and next to it a pencil.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted a lesson," said Albus, as Hope and Remus followed them into the room, Remus still staying close to his mother, "what were you learning about?" he asked Remus.

"Poltergeists," said Remus.

"Does your Dad teach you?"

"Yes."

"Do you like learning about magic?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to go to school to study magic?"

This question Remus did not answer immediately but again looked up to his mother and then to his father for guidance. Receiving none he looked back to Albus again but said nothing, his eyes now closed and wary like his father's.

"Why don't I make a cup of tea," said Hope, "I think we even have some crumpets in."

"I'll help you," said Remus quickly.

"Okay," said Hope, and the two of them left the room again, leaving Albus alone with Lyall.

"He's a clever boy," said Lyall, "if he seems a bit... socially..."

"Oh I'm sure he's as intelligent as they come," said Albus, "starting on his magical education already."

"Well, we thought we might as well get started sooner rather than later," said Lyall, "give him the best start we can."

"I'm sure by the time he arrives at Hogwarts he'll be miles ahead of most of the other students."

At this Lyall stopped his chess game conversation and resolved himself into a businesslike tone.

"Look, before Remus comes back in, why are you here? How did you find us and how did you find out about Remus?"

"Let me answer those last two questions first," said Dumbledore, "I knew of Remus's existence, however well you have tried to hide it, because at Hogwarts we have an enchanted quill which writes down the name of all magical children at birth. Each year we consult the list and send letters out to the children offering them a place. However when it came to Remus we had trouble finding an address to send the letter to, so I asked a few contacts of mine to listen out for the name Lupin. As you'll no doubt be aware it is very hard for a Wizarding family to slip through the net just like that, so I was very anxious to find out what had become of you. Soon enough one contact of mine, a spy amongst the werewolf packs to be precise, returned to me with the news that he had heard a man who goes by the name of Fenrir Greyback, boasting some years ago about how he had bitten the child of a man named Lyall Lupin, who had made an offensive remark about him and his kind. From then on it was just a matter of tracking you down. No easy matter to be sure, but I managed it in the end, and so here we are," Albus finished brightly.

"But why?" asked Lyall in a low voice so that his son would not be able to hear from the next room, "why would you go to such lengths to track down a werewolf?"

"Because it is my firm belief that every child has the right to an education," said Albus, "perhaps I should reassure you now Lyall, that I do not subscribe to the popular theory that werewolves soulless and evil. Some, such as Greyback, perform evil acts certainly, but those individuals are a product of long suffering. As soon as I learned of the misfortune that had befallen Remus I doubled my resolve to track him down. It is clear that you and Hope have done a wonderful job of raising Remus to be a kind and polite boy, by offering him a place at Hogwarts I hope that he will have the opportunity to... spread his wings, as one might say. You assure me Remus is intelligent, I believe you, it would be a terrible shame to see such potential go to waste."

Lyall opened his mouth to reply but closed it again when he saw Hope and Remus returning with a pot of tea and a plate of hot buttered crumpets.

"Here we are," said Hope, "please, sit down Mr Dumbledore, how do you take your tea? Milk? Sugar?"

"Yes please, just one spoonful thank you."

Hope poured everyone tea and handed Albus a cup. Remus reached for his but Hope said "leave it to cool for a bit first Remus" and he obeyed her. Over the rim of his cup Albus surveyed the boy properly for the first time. He was skinny, as most boys of his age were, only the way his face was also thin, and lacked the usual plump rosy cheeks that you would find on most children, suggested illness. But then again, Albus had been careful to time his visit to coincide with the new moon, when he knew Remus would be at his healthiest, and therefore his family more disposed to let him into their home. He looked a little pale, though not unnaturally so, though again Albus knew he would not be looking so well in another two weeks. On his neck Albus could see two raised pink scars which disappeared down under the neckline of his long sleeved shirt, which Albus was sure concealed many more of the same sort and worse.

"So Remus," said Albus, "a little bird told me you're going to be eleven soon."

"Yes," Remus nodded.

"Well," he said, pushing the box of gobstones towards him across the table, "I would like you to consider this an early birthday present."

"Thank you," said Remus, cautiously taking the box, with another look at his parents, and opening it to examine it's contents.

"So, how about that game then?"

"Okay."

The two of them moved onto the floor, and Lyall and Hope watched in puzzled awe as Albus helped Remus set out the gobstones.

"I was just talking to your father," said Albus, gesturing to Remus to roll the first gobstone "he tells me you're a very clever boy."

"I'm probably not," said Remus, blushing and concentrating on the path of his gobstone, "I'm probably about normal. I don't know how clever other children are so I don't know."

"Would you like to go to school Remus?" Albus asked again.

Again Remus looked at him for a long second, as if trying to figure out whether it was a trick question, then he looked to his parents, then looked back again, and Albus thought he was going to simply not answer again but then in a quiet voice he said:

"I can't."

"But if you could?"

"If I wasn't... I mean of course I would... but I can't."

"What if I were to tell you that you can?"

"How?" asked Remus, "are you a Healer?" he added warily, shuffling away slightly.

"No, I'm a teacher, a Headmaster actually. As for how, well, over the past few months the other teachers and I have been putting various safety measures in place to make sure than when you come to Hogwarts you will have a safe place to transform."

"It won't be safe," said Remus, "I've broken out of rooms before, in some of our old houses, I've never bitten anyone!" he added hurriedly, "but I can get out of locked rooms now, even rooms Dad locks by magic."

"Well, I'm not one to blow my own trumpet Remus, but I think that the charms I've placed on the building we have prepared for you will definitely be strong enough to hold against a transformed werewolf. The building is a little house a short way out from the village of Hogsmeade, which can be reached by a tunnel from the school grounds. The Herbology professor has also just ordered a Whomping Willow, which we will plant over the entrance to make sure nobody can get in."

Albus aimed a gobstone just to the left of one of Remus's.

"What's a Whomping Willow?" asked Remus, eyes alight with intrigue.

"A Whomping Willow is a type of tree which attacks anyone who comes near it by hitting them away with it's branches. I'm sure it will definitely be enough to keep people away from the tunnel.

Remus frowned, seeing the obvious problem with what Albus had just said.

"But," he said, "if the tree attacks anyone who comes near it, how am I going to get in?"

"Ah!" said Albus, sounding pleased, "well, a curious feature of Whomping Willows is that there is always one spot on the tree which, when pressed, will cause the tree to cease whomping for a minute or so. Enough time to allow someone to get past the tree's branches and into the tunnel."

"So... so it'll be safe then?" asked Hope, "he can really go to Hogwarts? And transform there and everything?"

"I give you my word, Hope, that it will be absolutely safe," he turned back to smile at Remus, who, for the first time, grinned back at him, his face at once filled with childishness and joy.

"And what will happen if it isn't?" asked Lyall, "what if, despite your best efforts, Remus still manages to escape, what if he bites someone?"

Remus's smile at once faded.

"In the extremely unlikely event that that should happen, then I will so all I can to make sure the blame is put on me rather than on Remus. But I must stress that should we all exercise reasonable caution, I cannot foresee any circumstances under which that should happen."

"I don't want to go," said Remus quietly, all of a sudden looking ill, "not if there's even a tiny chance I'll bite someone. Dad can teach me at home, I don't mind. I don't want to hurt anyone Mr Dumbledore."

"I understand perfectly," said Albus, "it's good that you care this much about not hurting people, it shows that you are a kind caring person. But it would be an awful shame for such a kind caring person as yourself to never get the chance to make any friends now wouldn't it?"

"No one would want to be friends with me."

"People always want to be friends with people who are clever and kind Remus."

"But no one wants to be friends with a werewolf," said Remus, Albus noticed it was the first time he had been able to bring himself to say the word 'werewolf'.

"Oh I don't think we need to tell the other students about your condition," said Albus.

"What, you mean lie?"

"Not exactly, but if necessary I would say that it would be perfectly reasonable for you to lie about the reason you have to leave school once a month."

Remus looked once again to his parents.

"Sometimes you have to lie Remus," said Lyall, "lying itself isn't bad, what matters is whether you're doing it to hurt someone or to protect someone."

"We want you to be safe at Hogwarts Remus," said Albus, "as well as everybody else."

"You remember we've talked about this Remus," said Lyall, "how we have to be careful not to let people find out about your condition because a lot of people are mean to people with lycanthropy even if they don't know them."

Remus nodded solemnly.

"But if you give people a chance to get to know you without knowing about your condition," said Hope, "then it gives them a chance to see whether they really like you or not. It lets them make up their mind about you by thinking about what kind of person you are, and I know that Professor Dumbledore is right, people will be dying to make friends with a kind, clever boy like you."

"So it can be a secret?" asked Remus, "and everyone can be safe?"

"Absolutely," said Albus.

"And what about... I... I often hurt myself on the full moon, and it makes me feel sick as well... will I..."

He was blushing again, and looking down at the floor, playing with the gobstones.

"Of course you won't have to come to lessons when you're not feeling well enough," said Dumbledore, "all the teachers will know about your condition so they'll know that you'll need some time off every month. And as for the work you'll miss, well at Hogwarts all our teachers are always more than happy to give a student help if they're falling behind on their work. All you'll have to do is go to them after a lesson or in their office and they'll be able to go through the work you've missed."

Remus nodded.

"At Hogwarts we also have a lovely school Healer," Albus continued, "her name is Madam Pomfrey, and she'll be able to take care of you when you're feeling sick or when you've hurt yourself. Would you like to meet her before you come to school in September?"

Remus looked at his parents again, his expression contained something more than nervousness, Albus could see it, it was panic.

"Uh... Remus hasn't exactly had the best experiences with Healers," explained Hope, "maybe it would be good to meet Madam Pomfrey here at home right Remus? Me and Dad will be here too."

"And I'll be here too Remus," said Albus, "I promise you Madam Pomfrey is an exceptionally kind lady and she will take excellent care of you when you're ill."

"Okay," said Remus.

"Excellent," said Albus brightly, "well, I think that just about covers everything. Of course there's probably something I've forgotten to tell you, so if you need to ask me anything just wrote to me. Address the letter to Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and it'll find me. Oh, speaking of letters..." he reached into his pocket again and withdrew a small envelope, "that's for you," he said, handing it to Remus.

Remus turned the letter over in his hands. On the back of it his name and address was written in green ink, which was surprising in itself given the fact that the house didn't have a name or number but was rather referred to as "The House on the Western Edge of Mr Gillingham's Dairy Farm". He turned it over again and opened the seal, pausing for a moment to run his finger over the Hogwarts Crest; a lion for Gryffindor, a badger for Hufflepuff, an eagle for Ravenclaw and a snake for Slytherin. He withdrew the letter carefully, prolonging the moment before he unfolded it. Albus watched Remus's lips move as his eyes moved down the page, his smile growing and growing until when he had finished he looked up at Albus beaming.

"I can really go then?" he breathed, "really?!"

Albus nodded.

"Mum? Dad? Can I go?"

Lyall and Hope nodded, grinning at their son, who immediately jumped up and ran over to the sofa, arms outstretched, to be enfolded into a tight hug by his parents. Wriggling free Remus turned back to Albus.

"Thank you," he said, "thank you so, so much, I can't believe it, I can really go then? Really? It's not a joke or a trick or a..."

"I'll expect to see you at Hogwarts on the first of September," smiled Albus.

At that the excitement became too much for Remus, and he exploded in laughter. It was unreal, he couldn't believe it!

"We really can't thank you enough for this," said Hope, tears in her eyes.

Lyall just shook his head muttering to himself in disbelief.

"I'll be in touch," said Albus, standing up "we'll arrange a time for Remus to meet Madam Pomfrey."

"That would be wonderful," said Hope, also rising from her seat to show Albus out, "thank you ever so much, I can't believe this!"

"Unbelievable," echoed Lyall, still shaking his head as he followed his wife and Albus.

Albus bade them good bye, turning back to wave at Remus as he closed the gate, who gave a little wave back from his bedroom window.