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A/N: This is my very first try at writing a drabble, so
please bear with me. It's a response to the challenge "Happy Birthday, Lupin!" at lupin100.
This happens sometime between the Potters' death and PoA.
Thank you to ladyinthecloak for betaing.
Remus was lying naked on the cold, hard floor of this hovel, muscles aching from his last transformation. Sunlight was streaming through the cracks in the Shrieking Shack, blinding him. His shabby clothes - no, more like rags - were lying on a broken chair nearby. His stomach rumbled, and he shivered from the cold. Coughing, Remus tried to remember the date. It was a special day today, but he couldn’t remember what was so special. Salvation Army opening a new homeless shelter? Muggle welfare handing out second hand clothes? A farm looking for labourers? No, today was the tenth of March: his birthday.
So, what do you think?
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