☽ Lone Wolf's Hope ~ A Remus Lupin Fanfiction ☾

squirrelflight1010

I've been working on this fanfiction for a while, so I thought I'd post it on Scratch! Huge thanks to J. K. Rowling- most of the characters and settings in this book belong to her. I am in no way trying to claim them as my own. I got inspiration from several other books I have read, but the plot is mine.

Note: I am aware that not everything in this fanfiction happens exactly the same as in the original books. This is partly an AU. I am also aware that Lupin was attacked in his bedroom- to make it easier for me to write, I made it happen in the garden. I also don't believe the Lupins ever moved house. Thanks, hope you enjoy!

Lone Wolf's Hope
Prologue
Remus Lupin was still awake. The boy was almost five, and an intelligent child for one so young. It was because of this that he was concerned for his father, Lyall, who had attended a trial on that same evening and had not yet returned.
Remus clutched his blankets closer to his tiny form and crept out of bed and over to the window. It was several minutes until he heard the loud crack that he had been waiting for and his father materialised out of nothingness and made his way down the garden towards the door.
There was something odd in the way he walked- he seemed strangely stiff and tense. Anxiety was written all over his face.
Remus turned and looked at the clock on his wall. Like many wizarding clocks, this one didn’t just tell the time- his mother, Hope Lupin, had enchanted it to tell him what he was meant to be doing. Bedtime, it flashed sternly, and obedient little Remus crept over to his bed and curled up under the duvet.
But try as he might, he was unable to sleep. He squirmed uncomfortably and pulled his pillow over his head. Rolling over, the young child yawned and curled up into a tight ball. The door creaked, and his father peered through at him. He was definitely worried- there were dark shadows under his tired eyes and the lines in his forehead stood out. His eyes darted around the room, as if he was expecting someone to jump out of the shadows, brandishing a wand, at any moment. Remus squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. He sensed his father’s slightly hopeless relief and wondered what was worrying him so much.
Perhaps it was the reassurance of seeing Lyall that allowed Remus to sleep at last, his quiet, snuffling breaths the only thing breaking the grim silence in the air. No bird called, no wind shook the curtains that night, although the window was still open.
It was as if nature itself had frozen.
*
“Nobody at all?”
“Yes.. yes, no one, not even old Barty..”
“It seems unbelievable.. they all believed his story then?”
“Looks like it- tramp, indeed..”
The whispers never ceased that morning, rolling on like an unstoppable tide of suspicion and fear. Remus didn’t understand why his parents were so anxious; nor did he know what they were talking about. Who’s Barty? he wondered as he slid off his chair and cleared his plate away. He decided to get away from all the tension.
“Can Remmy go outside, Daddy?”
Without waiting for an answer, Remus scuttled towards the door and placed his tiny hands on the handle. His father let out a roar and leapt to his feet. “NO, Remus!” he bellowed, pulling his son back none too gently. Lyall’s gaze softened when he felt Remus shaking with shock and surprise. He pulled the four-year-old into a tight hug.
“We’re going to have to stay inside for a little bit, okay, Rem?” he said gently. Remus nodded, but his curiosity sparked.
“Why, Daddy? Why is everyone acting so weird?” he squeaked. Lyall sighed.
“There are some problems at Daddy’s work, Remmy- it’s going to be okay, yeah?” Hope wrapped her arms around him too, a long, sighing breath escaping her mouth. She hesitated before adding, “But we might be moving house soon.”
“Why?!” Remus wailed, greatly upset. “Remmy likes it here! Everything perfect!”
Lyall and Hope exchanged glances. I wish, they thought together.
*
Remus was allowed a short run in the garden for ten minutes, closely watched by his mother and father, but the time ended all too soon. Remus was an only child, and the garden was a refuge to him, a safe place to play alone in the knowledge that nothing could harm him there.
The brick walls were enchanted to let in only those who were trustworthy, and they towered up as high as Remus could see. Ivy crept up them, concealing the bottom half and spreading over the top. The plants in the garden were as magical as their owners- one large flower bush shrunk to the size of an egg when touched, and another flashed green, yellow or red if you sung near it, depending on how good the music was. It seemed such a uniquely pure place that Remus was devastated to think he might be separated from it.
One week later, however, the Lupin family moved to a small cottage in the east. “A fine place,” Lyall said to Hope, though the look of stress and wild fear had not been removed from his face in the week but had become ever more pronounced. “Enchanted to look like it used to, when it was an old muggle home, but it’s much more spacious once you actually go in, look…
One name that Remus heard coming up in several conversations was ‘Greyback’. Remus knew nothing about him, except that he was obviously a very bad man. It seemed to him that Greyback was the reason Remus and his family had moved- so as far as Remus was concerned, that meant he was the foulest creature to walk the planet. What he didn’t realise was that he would be meeting the very same monster, very soon.
*
Lyall was restless that night. Something was wrong, even more wrong than before. He tried to shake off the feeling, but finally gave up- he pulled off his nightcap and went down to the shelf of books in the basement. Without hesitation, he pulled off a huge, thick volume from the shelf. Though he was a fully-grown man, Lyall staggered across the room before setting it on a dusty old table, which creaked dangerously.
He flipped through pages and pages of the enormous book, scanning over every paragraph for at least two hours. Finally, he gave a small gasp of triumph that instantly turned to horror. His insides felt like water and he took a moment to recover from a jolt of nausea.
At last, he got his mind around the fact, stood and left the room. “It’s tonight,” he whispered to Hope, shaking her awake. “It’s tonight!”
Hope jumped out of bed. “You’re sure it is?” she asked, a quiver in her normally completely controlled voice. Lyall nodded grimly.
“Where’s Rem?” he asked. They both stood up at the same time and dashed into his room.
The blankets were folded, the sheets untouched. Hope uttered a scream of pure terror..
Remus was gone.
*
Remus strolled through the small garden, humming softly to himself. Now that they had moved, he assumed he was allowed to go outside again. Because of this, he was eagerly searching for an excuse to leave the house, and when he saw the flower outside, he had leapt up and scampered outside as fast as he could. It was a white flower with what seemed to Remus like hundreds of petals, and tonight it was glowing, flashing, emitting sparks every few seconds.
And though Remus didn’t know it, there was a reason that this incredibly rare plant was acting in such a strange way.
It was the night of the full moon.
Remus was unaware of the danger he was in. He smiled to himself as he reached out to touch the flower..
And stopped, as a heavy weight dropped onto his shoulder.
“Daddy?” Remus asked before turning around, then saw he had never been more mistaken. The beast in front of him was not his father. It was a snarling wolf, a ragged, stick-thin thing. Maybe it was his imagination.. but Remus thought he could see human intelligence in the calculating ice blue eyes. The monster snarled and reared up onto its hind paws, curling its claws and baring its fangs in a terrible snarl..
Remus let out a shriek that pierced the air. The wolf’s sensitive ears twitched and flicked angrily at the sound, letting out a low rumbling roar…
Werewolf eyes met human eyes, hand met paw. The brute snapped its slavering jaws- the wait had already been too long. He was hungry.
For a few agonizingly long seconds, the wolf paused. Little Remus let out a tiny whimper- he had recognised it. Those deep blue voids were the same eyes, the eyes of Fenrir Greyback.
“Fen-ir werrawolf,” the four-year-old whispered, hypnotised by the coldness in Greyback’s eyes. With one paw outstretched, he snarled at his name. Remus howled in terror, his whole body shaking violently. As if coming out of a trance, Greyback moved again, and began to pace in circles around the child. His claws clenched like fists, his hackles raised, his fur bristled in fury at the child’s fearful cry.
Fenrir’s crazed blue eyes narrowed. Remus stared at them numbly, and saw they were wild and bloodshot, flecked with blood red. Greyback’s wolfish pupils diminished to tiny, narrow slits in his face, making him look even more maddened. His snout wrinkled into a vicious snarl and he backed away slowly, dropping into a low crouch.
His whole body was flattened against the ground, his tangled, matted fur spread across the floor. With agility that even a cheetah would struggle to comprehend, he shot up and soared into the air. “Stob!” Remus wailed loudly. “Stob, nasty wolf!”
Greyback landed on the boy’s shoulders with a resounding crash, silencing him immediately. Remus gasped for breath as the werewolf drew one sharpened, curved claw like an eagle’s talon across his chest, creating a ragged gash stretching up from his leg to his throat. The scarlet line beaded with blood, but Remus was unable to make a sound. A shining silver tear dropped out of the child’s eye and spread across a blade of grass on the floor. Thousands of full moons reflected in the water, swaying tantalisingly in front of his face. Those glowing orbs were the last thing he saw before he collapsed, unconscious, his breaths as ragged as Greyback’s rough fur.
*
Lyall froze next to Hope as she frantically tore through the house, crying her son’s name. “Remus! Remus!” She sobbed. “Oh, Lyall.. what if.. he’s..”
Lyall knew Hope couldn’t bear to say the last word. He waited, straining his ears, trying to catch the sound again..
A tiny, faint wail in the distance.
“Is that.. him?” he whispered hoarsely, whipping around. His robes billowed out behind him as he raced towards the door. The sound grew louder as he neared the garden.. but as soon as the terrified father’s hand touched the door, they ceased abruptly. “No.. Remus.. no… please, he can’t be dead..”
Hope caught up with him and gripped his shoulder, panting as a tear slid down her face. “Lyall.. we need to help him.. now..”
Lyall stared at the ground blankly. “Hope,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with sorrow. “I think he’s gone.”
“No!” Hope cried with sudden ferocity. “We can still save him.. we have herbs, we have spells, potions, surely something..”
Lyall shook his head hopelessly, unable to speak. He staggered to his feet and opened the door. Greyback was standing over his son in werewolf form, blood dripping from his paws and fangs. He looked up and saw Lyall- there was a moment’s pause, and Fenrir leapt up and raced towards the man, making an odd sort of choking sound. The wolf opened his jaws in a wide sort of wolf grin, his canine face lit up with manic, bloodthirsty glee.
“Get away from my son, you monster!” Hope screamed, running towards Greyback in crazed fury.
“Hope! No!” Lyall exclaimed, grabbing her and pulling her back. “Please, I can’t lose you too,” he begged, then drew out his wand and shot spells at the werewolf with careful aim so as not to hit his son. “Stupefy!”
The spell shot out of his wand and flew towards Greyback- he calmly stepped to the side and let it hit a bush at the bottom of the garden. The wolf bared its fangs and slowly crept towards the child, lunging down with its jaws stretched wide…
“Arresto momentum!”
It was Hope’s spell that twisted through the air and hit Fenrir Greyback directly in the face. The force of it blasted him to the other side of the garden, but when he staggered up again, the werewolf found that his paws were working much more slowly. He clenched his paws and pulled away from the ground, but for a few seconds he was forced to lie upon the floor, powerless.
Lyall hesitated for a moment- one spell kept appearing in his mind.. but to use it on one so defenceless as the struggling werewolf seemed despicable. As the spell wore off and Greyback leapt forwards, Lyall roared the incantation.
“Incendio!”
A burst of white-hot fire singed the werewolf’s fur and he let out a shriek of fury and confused pain. A blistering burn swelled on his flank. He let out a whimper quite unlike his normal rumbling growl and looked like he was about to flee when he changed his mind. With a steely, determined glint in his eye, Greyback advanced on the child one last time, dragging his back paw slowly so as to avoid irritating the blackened, burnt flesh on his side.
Brandishing his wand, Lyall started forwards again. “Hope, go!” he commanded, his voice shaking. “This is between me and him.”
“No, Lyall!” Hope insisted. “This isn’t a battle you can fight alone.” Her hand was trembling uncontrollably, but she, too, raised her wand. She shot a small spurt of flame at the bonfire that the Muggles who used to live in the house had left there. A flickering fire shot up and illuminated the whole garden with a dim but fierce light that cast menacing shadows over Greyback’s face.
Lyall sensed there was no use in arguing, so he stepped in front of Hope determinedly. He should defend her, at least, as best he could.
Greyback broke into a run and slammed his paw on Remus’ throat. The young boy let out a choking gasp, and wild longing hope surged in Lyall’s despairing heart. His son was alive.
For now.
As soon as he thought it, the beast raised his head and let out a long howl of pure hate.. and sank his sharpened, curved fangs into Remus’ side.
“NO! Remus! Alarte Ascendare!” Lyall yelped, twisted his wand in a complicated movement. Greyback jumped at the crash the echoed around the garden, the monster’s only warning before he was thrown backwards into a bramble bush. Whining, covered in scratches, the wolf backed away as Lyall shot two nonverbal spells at him. Both narrowly missed, and the burnt, limping werewolf fled.
*
Exactly a month later, Hope burst into Remus’ room. He had turned five a few days ago, but was still weak and vulnerable, even more than most children his age.
“Remmy?” Hope asked softly. Her heart was pounding and she felt dread welling inside her, but she knew she shouldn’t show her son how afraid she was. She couldn’t see him, but after glancing around the room she saw the duvet was shaking. She slid onto the bed and pulled it back, and her fears were confirmed.
Remus’ ears were pointed and his eyes were glowing eerily. His body was covered with thick fur and he had several open wounds on his arms and legs. When he saw his mother, he sat upright and began to scratch her with stubby claws- however, even in werewolf form, Remus was a child. Hope gently lifted up the cub and placed him on her lap. His eyes flashed, but she stroked him gently and sang comforting words quietly in his wolf ears. After one last resigned snarl, he settled his head on his mother’s lap and slept.
Hope shook her head in despair. She knew what would happen, soon enough, as soon as Remus was strong enough to injure himself badly.
After all, no wolf stays a pup forever.

If you find any grammatical mistakes in this chapter, feel free to alert me!

Last edited by squirrelflight1010 (March 15, 2021 06:33:06)

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

iihonxeyii

squirrelflight1010 wrote:
I've been working on this fanfiction for a while, so I thought I'd post it on Scratch! Huge thanks to J. K. Rowling- most of the characters and settings in this book belong to her. I am in no way trying to claim them as my own. I got inspiration from several other books I have read, but the plot is mine.
Note: I am aware that not everything in this fanfiction happens exactly the same as in the original books. This is partly an AU. I am also aware that Lupin was attacked in his bedroom- to make it easier for me to write, I made it happen in the garden. I also don't believe the Lupins ever moved house. Thanks, hope you enjoy!
Lone Wolf's Hope
Prologue
Remus Lupin was still awake. The boy was almost five, and an intelligent child for one so young. It was because of this that he was concerned for his father, Lyall, who had attended a trial on that same evening and had not yet returned.
Remus clutched his blankets closer to his tiny form and crept out of bed and over to the window. It was several minutes until he heard the loud crack that he had been waiting for and his father materialised out of nothingness and made his way down the garden towards the door.
There was something odd in the way he walked- he seemed strangely stiff and tense. Anxiety was written all over his face.
Remus turned and looked at the clock on his wall. Like many wizarding clocks, this one didn’t just tell the time- his mother, Hope Lupin, had enchanted it to tell him what he was meant to be doing. Bedtime, it flashed sternly, and obedient little Remus crept over to his bed and curled up under the duvet.
But try as he might, he was unable to sleep. He squirmed uncomfortably and pulled his pillow over his head. Rolling over, the young child yawned and curled up into a tight ball. The door creaked, and his father peered through at him. He was definitely worried- there were dark shadows under his tired eyes and the lines in his forehead stood out. His eyes darted around the room, as if he was expecting someone to jump out of the shadows, brandishing a wand, at any moment. Remus squeezed his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. He sensed his father’s slightly hopeless relief and wondered what was worrying him so much.
Perhaps it was the reassurance of seeing Lyall that allowed Remus to sleep at last, his quiet, snuffling breaths the only thing breaking the grim silence in the air. No bird called, no wind shook the curtains that night, although the window was still open.
It was as if nature itself had frozen.
*
“Nobody at all?”
“Yes.. yes, no one, not even old Barty..”
“It seems unbelievable.. they all believed his story then?”
“Looks like it- tramp, indeed..”
The whispers never ceased that morning, rolling on like an unstoppable tide of suspicion and fear. Remus didn’t understand why his parents were so anxious; nor did he know what they were talking about. Who’s Barty? he wondered as he slid off his chair and cleared his plate away. He decided to get away from all the tension.
“Can Remmy go outside, Daddy?”
Without waiting for an answer, Remus scuttled towards the door and placed his tiny hands on the handle. His father let out a roar and leapt to his feet. “NO, Remus!” he bellowed, pulling his son back none too gently. Lyall’s gaze softened when he felt Remus shaking with shock and surprise. He pulled the four-year-old into a tight hug.
“We’re going to have to stay inside for a little bit, okay, Rem?” he said gently. Remus nodded, but his curiosity sparked.
“Why, Daddy? Why is everyone acting so weird?” he squeaked. Lyall sighed.
“There are some problems at Daddy’s work, Remmy- it’s going to be okay, yeah?” Hope wrapped her arms around him too, a long, sighing breath escaping her mouth. She hesitated before adding, “But we might be moving house soon.”
“Why?!” Remus wailed, greatly upset. “Remmy likes it here! Everything perfect!”
Lyall and Hope exchanged glances. I wish, they thought together.
*
Remus was allowed a short run in the garden for ten minutes, closely watched by his mother and father, but the time ended all too soon. Remus was an only child, and the garden was a refuge to him, a safe place to play alone in the knowledge that nothing could harm him there.
The brick walls were enchanted to let in only those who were trustworthy, and they towered up as high as Remus could see. Ivy crept up them, concealing the bottom half and spreading over the top. The plants in the garden were as magical as their owners- one large flower bush shrunk to the size of an egg when touched, and another flashed green, yellow or red if you sung near it, depending on how good the music was. It seemed such a uniquely pure place that Remus was devastated to think he might be separated from it.
One week later, however, the Lupin family moved to a small cottage in the east. “A fine place,” Lyall said to Hope, though the look of stress and wild fear had not been removed from his face in the week but had become ever more pronounced. “Enchanted to look like it used to, when it was an old muggle home, but it’s much more spacious once you actually go in, look…
One name that Remus heard coming up in several conversations was ‘Greyback’. Remus knew nothing about him, except that he was obviously a very bad man. It seemed to him that Greyback was the reason Remus and his family had moved- so as far as Remus was concerned, that meant he was the foulest creature to walk the planet. What he didn’t realise was that he would be meeting the very same monster, very soon.
*
Lyall was restless that night. Something was wrong, even more wrong than before. He tried to shake off the feeling, but finally gave up- he pulled off his nightcap and went down to the shelf of books in the basement. Without hesitation, he pulled off a huge, thick volume from the shelf. Though he was a fully-grown man, Lyall staggered across the room before setting it on a dusty old table, which creaked dangerously.
He flipped through pages and pages of the enormous book, scanning over every paragraph for at least two hours. Finally, he gave a small gasp of triumph that instantly turned to horror. His insides felt like water and he took a moment to recover from a jolt of nausea.
At last, he got his mind around the fact, stood and left the room. “It’s tonight,” he whispered to Hope, shaking her awake. “It’s tonight!”
Hope jumped out of bed. “You’re sure it is?” she asked, a quiver in her normally completely controlled voice. Lyall nodded grimly.
“Where’s Rem?” he asked. They both stood up at the same time and dashed into his room.
The blankets were folded, the sheets untouched. Hope uttered a scream of pure terror..
Remus was gone.
*
Remus strolled through the small garden, humming softly to himself. Now that they had moved, he assumed he was allowed to go outside again. Because of this, he was eagerly searching for an excuse to leave the house, and when he saw the flower outside, he had leapt up and scampered outside as fast as he could. It was a white flower with what seemed to Remus like hundreds of petals, and tonight it was glowing, flashing, emitting sparks every few seconds.
And though Remus didn’t know it, there was a reason that this incredibly rare plant was acting in such a strange way.
It was the night of the full moon.
Remus was unaware of the danger he was in. He smiled to himself as he reached out to touch the flower..
And stopped, as a heavy weight dropped onto his shoulder.
“Daddy?” Remus asked before turning around, then saw he had never been more mistaken. The beast in front of him was not his father. It was a snarling wolf, a ragged, stick-thin thing. Maybe it was his imagination.. but Remus thought he could see human intelligence in the calculating ice blue eyes. The monster snarled and reared up onto its hind paws, curling its claws and baring its fangs in a terrible snarl..
Remus let out a shriek that pierced the air. The wolf’s sensitive ears twitched and flicked angrily at the sound, letting out a low rumbling roar…
Werewolf eyes met human eyes, hand met paw. The brute snapped its slavering jaws- the wait had already been too long. He was hungry.
For a few agonizingly long seconds, the wolf paused. Little Remus let out a tiny whimper- he had recognised it. Those deep blue voids were the same eyes, the eyes of Fenrir Greyback.
“Fen-ir werrawolf,” the four-year-old whispered, hypnotised by the coldness in Greyback’s eyes. With one paw outstretched, he snarled at his name. Remus howled in terror, his whole body shaking violently. As if coming out of a trance, Greyback moved again, and began to pace in circles around the child. His claws clenched like fists, his hackles raised, his fur bristled in fury at the child’s fearful cry.
Fenrir’s crazed blue eyes narrowed. Remus stared at them numbly, and saw they were wild and bloodshot, flecked with blood red. Greyback’s wolfish pupils diminished to tiny, narrow slits in his face, making him look even more maddened. His snout wrinkled into a vicious snarl and he backed away slowly, dropping into a low crouch.
His whole body was flattened against the ground, his tangled, matted fur spread across the floor. With agility that even a cheetah would struggle to comprehend, he shot up and soared into the air. “Stob!” Remus wailed loudly. “Stob, nasty wolf!”
Greyback landed on the boy’s shoulders with a resounding crash, silencing him immediately. Remus gasped for breath as the werewolf drew one sharpened, curved claw like an eagle’s talon across his chest, creating a ragged gash stretching up from his leg to his throat. The scarlet line beaded with blood, but Remus was unable to make a sound. A shining silver tear dropped out of the child’s eye and spread across a blade of grass on the floor. Thousands of full moons reflected in the water, swaying tantalisingly in front of his face. Those glowing orbs were the last thing he saw before he collapsed, unconscious, his breaths as ragged as Greyback’s rough fur.
*
Lyall froze next to Hope as she frantically tore through the house, crying her son’s name. “Remus! Remus!” She sobbed. “Oh, Lyall.. what if.. he’s..”
Lyall knew Hope couldn’t bear to say the last word. He waited, straining his ears, trying to catch the sound again..
A tiny, faint wail in the distance.
“Is that.. him?” he whispered hoarsely, whipping around. His robes billowed out behind him as he raced towards the door. The sound grew louder as he neared the garden.. but as soon as the terrified father’s hand touched the door, they ceased abruptly. “No.. Remus.. no… please, he can’t be dead..”
Hope caught up with him and gripped his shoulder, panting as a tear slid down her face. “Lyall.. we need to help him.. now..”
Lyall stared at the ground blankly. “Hope,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with sorrow. “I think he’s gone.”
“No!” Hope cried with sudden ferocity. “We can still save him.. he have herbs, we have spells, potions, surely something..”
Lyall shook his head hopelessly, unable to speak. He staggered to his feet and opened the door. Greyback was standing over his son in werewolf form, blood dripping from his paws and fangs. He looked up and saw Lyall- there was a moment’s pause, and Fenrir leapt up and raced towards the man, making an odd sort of choking sound. The wolf opened his jaws in a wide sort of wolf grin, his canine face lit up with manic, bloodthirsty glee.
“Get away from my son, you monster!” Hope screamed, running towards Greyback in crazed fury.
“Hope! No!” Lyall exclaimed, grabbing her and pulling her back. “Please, I can’t lose you too,” he begged, then drew out his wand and shot spells at the werewolf with careful aim so as not to hit his son. “Stupefy!”
The spell shot out of his wand and flew towards Greyback- he calmly stepped to the side and let it hit a bush at the bottom of the garden. The wolf bared its fangs and slowly crept towards the child, lunging down with its jaws stretched wide…
“Arresto momentum!”
It was Hope’s spell that twisted through the air and hit Fenrir Greyback directly in the face. The force of it blasted him to the other side of the garden, but when he staggered up again, the werewolf found that his paws were working much more slowly. He clenched his paws and pulled away from the ground, but for a few seconds he was forced to lie upon the floor, powerless.
Lyall hesitated for a moment- one spell kept appearing in his mind.. but to use it on one so defenceless as the struggling werewolf seemed despicable. As the spell wore off and Greyback leapt forwards, Lyall roared the incantation.
“Incendio!”
A burst of white-hot fire singed the werewolf’s fur and he let out a shriek of fury and confused pain. A blistering burn swelled on his flank. He let out a whimper quite unlike his normal rumbling growl and looked like he was about to flee when he changed his mind. With a steely, determined glint in his eye, Greyback advanced on the child one last time, dragging his back paw slowly so as to avoid irritating the blackened, burnt flesh on his side.
Brandishing his wand, Lyall started forwards again. “Hope, go!” he commanded, his voice shaking. “This is between me and him.”
“No, Lyall!” Hope insisted. “This isn’t a battle you can fight alone.” Her hand was trembling uncontrollably, but she, too, raised her wand. She shot a small spurt of flame at the bonfire that the Muggles who used to live in the house had left there. A flickering fire shot up and illuminated the whole garden with a dim but fierce light that cast menacing shadows over Greyback’s face.
Lyall sensed there was no use in arguing, so he stepped in front of Hope determinedly. He should defend her, at least, as best he could.
Greyback broke into a run and slammed his paw on Remus’ throat. The young boy let out a choking gasp, and wild longing hope surged in Lyall’s despairing heart. His son was alive.
For now.
As soon as he thought it, the beast raised his head and let out a long howl of pure hate.. and sank his sharpened, curved fangs into Remus’ side.
“NO! Remus! Alarte Ascendare!” Lyall yelped, twisted his wand in a complicated movement. Greyback jumped at the crash the echoed around the garden, the monster’s only warning before he was thrown backwards into a bramble bush. Whining, covered in scratches, the wolf backed away as Lyall shot two nonverbal spells at him. Both narrowly missed, and the burnt, limping werewolf fled.
*
Exactly a month later, Hope burst into Remus’ room. He had turned five a few days ago, but was still weak and vulnerable, even more than most children his age.
“Remmy?” Hope asked softly. Her heart was pounding and she felt dread welling inside her, but she knew she shouldn’t show her son how afraid she was. She couldn’t see him, but after glancing around the room she saw the duvet was shaking. She slid onto the bed and pulled it back, and her fears were confirmed.
Remus’ ears were pointed and his eyes were glowing eerily. His body was covered with thick fur and he had several open wounds on his arms and legs. When he saw his mother, he sat upright and began to scratch her with stubby claws- however, even in werewolf form, Remus was a child. Hope gently lifted up the cub and placed him on her lap. His eyes flashed, but she stroked him gently and sang comforting words quietly in his wolf ears. After one last resigned snarl, he settled his head on his mother’s lap and slept.
Hope shook her head in despair. She knew what would happen, soon enough, as soon as Remus was strong enough to injure himself badly.
After all, no wolf stays a pup forever.

If you find any grammatical mistakes in this chapter, feel free to alert me!

I NEEEEEEEEEEEED THIS!!!!!!!! MORE MORE MORRRRE!!

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iihonxeyii wrote:
I NEEEEEEEEEEEED THIS!!!!!!!! MORE MORE MORRRRE!!

Ahhh tysm! I'll try to update again soon ^^

Last edited by squirrelflight1010 (Feb. 9, 2021 15:44:19)

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

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squirrelflight1010

Oop messed up with the reply there lol-

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

-tvrtles

Nice!!!

squirrelflight1010

-tvrtles wrote:
Nice!!!

Thanks!

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

thegiraffie11

I really love this!! Please more!!!!!

squirrelflight1010

thegiraffie11 wrote:
I really love this!! Please more!!!!!

Ahh thank you! I'll be finishing chapter one soon, but I'm working on some other stuff too so it might be a few days?

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

Red-Wolf-2010

Hang on, Squirrel, why you not tell me about this? This is a m a z i ng INEEDMORE

I don't use this very often apart from major posts etc- I normally prefer to just Scratch, as I understand the Scratch web itself way more than Discuss Scratch lol

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Red-Wolf-2010

Red-Wolf-2010 wrote:
Hang on, Squirrel, why you not tell me about this? This is a m a z i ng INEEDMORE

I don't use this very often apart from major posts etc- I normally prefer to just Scratch, as I understand the Scratch web itself way more than Discuss Scratch lol

Some info you need to know about me

~Female
~Loyal furry
~Christian
~Straight
~Can have LGBTQ+ OCs!
~Loves to roleplay
~Author/Animator/Artist
~Vigro in personality
~I LOVE WOLVES
~Depression and anxiety galore
~gory, bloody, death art hehe

“Earth without art is just eh”

squirrelflight1010

Red-Wolf-2010 wrote:
Hang on, Squirrel, why you not tell me about this? This is a m a z i ng INEEDMORE

Ahh tysm Wolfie! I'll be posting Ch 1 soon

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

iihonxeyii

squirrelflight1010 wrote:
Red-Wolf-2010 wrote:
Hang on, Squirrel, why you not tell me about this? This is a m a z i ng INEEDMORE
Ahh tysm Wolfie! I'll be posting Ch 1 soon

YES POST!!!!!

Bee
harry potter nerd
Bi and Demiromantic
she/her
In middle school
homophobes back off

squirrelflight1010

iihonxeyii wrote:
squirrelflight1010 wrote:
Red-Wolf-2010 wrote:
Hang on, Squirrel, why you not tell me about this? This is a m a z i ng INEEDMORE
Ahh tysm Wolfie! I'll be posting Ch 1 soon
YES POST!!!!!

Heh- it'll be done fairly soon but not yet

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

-Dragonsoul-

So I realised I've read (and loved) this but somehow not commented I mean what- Ok so everyone else is just like WRITE MORE and I kind of have to stop myself saying that too, but your schedule is busy so- You know what, I might post my own on here (not this particular stream lol) at some point but I'll have to type it up first… I'm just going off on a tangent here so I honestly hope this doesn't count as advertising, just me rambling

Luna ~ Artist + Animator (or tries to be) ~ Christian ~ Leo ~ Overworked ~ Ambivert/Introvert ~ Probably had to spell check this at least once

squirrelflight1010

-Dragonsoul- wrote:
So I realised I've read (and loved) this but somehow not commented I mean what- Ok so everyone else is just like WRITE MORE and I kind of have to stop myself saying that too, but your schedule is busy so- You know what, I might post my own on here (not this particular stream lol) at some point but I'll have to type it up first… I'm just going off on a tangent here so I honestly hope this doesn't count as advertising, just me rambling

Heh idm everyone saying ‘WRITE MORE’ since Ranboo gets way more of that than I do- and Ch 63 is on trending #1 which means she's currently being spammed with ‘follow me!’ ‘f4f!’ ‘check out me project it da besttt’ ‘you have recieved magic sparkle dust!’ ‘I WANT MORE’ ‘dis confusing’ ‘cool but boring’ and so on..
anyways.
Yeee post yours or else >:3

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

-Dragonsoul-

Ohhh wow I feel sorry for her QwQ Part of the reason I'm *still* not sure whether to post my own is in case a) people hate it and I live in fear of being forced to own up to writing it; or b) they like it for some reason and I die of confusion (plus receive 10 billion spam messages :>)

Luna ~ Artist + Animator (or tries to be) ~ Christian ~ Leo ~ Overworked ~ Ambivert/Introvert ~ Probably had to spell check this at least once

squirrelflight1010

-Dragonsoul- wrote:
Ohhh wow I feel sorry for her QwQ Part of the reason I'm *still* not sure whether to post my own is in case a) people hate it and I live in fear of being forced to own up to writing it; or b) they like it for some reason and I die of confusion (plus receive 10 billion spam messages :>)

XD at least on forums you only get one notification a night from it-

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

iihonxeyii

do you think later in the book you could add some wolfstar?

Bee
harry potter nerd
Bi and Demiromantic
she/her
In middle school
homophobes back off

squirrelflight1010

iihonxeyii wrote:
do you think later in the book you could add some wolfstar?

Possibly, but I'm terrible at writing ships and I also ship Remadora xP

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

squirrelflight1010

Finally got it out- and on Remus' birthday! Hope you enjoy some of this is a little rushed, please bear with me as I haven't edited it!

Chapter one- Insane
Remus looked up slowly, feeling prickles of nerves under his skin. He muttered something inaudible and swung his head around, taking in the scene around him. To most, he was sure, it was just another train station.. but to him, it was something unnatural and almost eerily different. The walls were smooth and almost completely white- grime crept up them in the corners and there were chips in the paint, but there were no claw marks slashing through them, no horribly dark stains from past wounds there.
Most of the people bustling around platform nine and three-quarters were Muggles, judging on their suits, shirts and dresses. However, if he looked more carefully, he could just about manage to pick out a few wizards in the crowd. A fairly tall boy who looked around Remus’ age was wearing a small badge on his blue hoodie, and if he strained his eyes, the young werewolf could just make out the logo of the Flagley Foxes, a well-known Quidditch team.
“Come on, Frank, the train’s going to leave without you if you don’t hurry up!”
Remus watched him closely as he neared the barrier.. surely the boy was going to crash, surely he couldn’t run through something so solid..
He closed his eyes hastily and waited, holding his breath as he prepared to hear a crash..
He opened his eyes again. Frank was gone.
Courage welled inside him and he darted forwards, trying to scramble through the crowds with his trunk without being noticed. Several Muggles glanced his way, looking concerned, and he smiled awkwardly with his hand behind his back to conceal the trunk he was holding. He was sure the badger, lion and raven symbols would attract unwelcome questions, even if it hadn’t had the names of three of the four Hogwarts houses emblazoned across it.
Once he was sure everyone had looked away, he slipped past them into the shadows and walked more slowly towards the barrier. He was about to step through the barrier when he felt someone holding him back.
In terror, Remus lashed out and sprinted away- now everybody was watching him. He froze and flattened himself against a wall, his heart thumping madly in his chest. Head buried in hands, he hid his face, mortified. He didn’t mind the glares and glances from Muggles, but what if someone recognised him? What if someone realised (and it took a while to pluck up enough courage even to think it) what a monster he was? Possibilities flashed through his troubled mind- all of them ended in a life-sentence in Azkaban, or at least expulsion from Hogwarts. But no, he told himself, taking a shuddering breath and trying to calm himself down. Dumbledore said he wanted me to come to Hogwarts. He wouldn’t expel me.. right?
He looked upwards and his gaze was pulled back to the barrier- few were standing there, and as the Muggles lost interest in him, there was only one left staring at him. This boy, too, looked about eleven. Remus guessed he was a wizard too- his large leather case was clearly disorganised, and he could see the tips of quills poking out of it.
Their eyes locked, and they stared at one another almost suspiciously for a few terrifying moments. Remus tried to shrug it off and walk away, but the other boy seemed to want to keep talking. He gestured to the barrier, and Remus looked down at the ground before nodding. Quickly, he took in as much of the boy’s appearance as he could. From what his father had said, the platform was a wild place, and he didn’t want to be grabbed again.
He was about the same height as Remus, though he looked much healthier. His hair was pitch-black and extremely scruffy, and his eyes were bright and hazel. Before Remus could register anything else about him, he had strode briskly through the barrier. The confidence radiating off of him was almost visible. Hastily, Remus followed.
New colours and noises swooped in on him from every direction- he winced and glanced around warily.
“Hey- I’m James, James Potter. Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t know you.. er..”
He jumped and looked around- James was leaning against the wall with a look of utmost carelessness upon his face. Remus narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Is he mocking me? He wondered anxiously. Maybe he’s just some Slytherin jerk. But maybe.. maybe he does… no. He can’t know! He’s just a kid, he can’t have figured out that easily..
He shook his head and backed away- James advanced in what seemed to him like a threatening manner. And then it wasn’t James any more. His vision distorted into weird bubbling shapes, and when they reformed..
Greyback.
Remus moaned as he recognised the piercing eyes of the werewolf, his back hunched and claws curled eagerly, ready to sink into flesh. Reality battled with visions and the image flickered between James and Fenrir. “Leave me,” he begged softly. “Leave me alone..”
Six years later, Remus was still haunted by the event that seemed so distant.. so far away, and yet he still remembered it as if it were yesterday…
James looked extremely concerned and mildly nauseous- Remus shook himself and stood up straighter.
Don’t give in, don’t give in to them. They’re just memories, they can’t hurt you, they can’t do anything.
He almost uttered the words aloud but controlled himself at the last moment. James glanced around for an escape and Remus watched his eyes fall on another first-year, who was watching them with interest.
“C’mon, James!”
James looked thoroughly relieved at the call. “Coming, Sirius!” he yelled over his shoulder, gathering his bags together and departing abruptly. With one last fleeting look in Remus’ direction, he smiled uncomfortably and disappeared into the train. Remus lingered for a few moments before trailing after him.
The train was warm and spacious, but the sound was unbearably loud, bouncing, echoing painfully around his head. He headed off to the end of the train in the hopes of finding an empty carriage and opened a door. His heart sank as he recognised Sirius and James, now joined by another boy, who was far shorter than him and was wearing an expression of amazed fear as he peered out of the window.
“Oh.”
He and Sirius had spoken at the same time. “Sorry,” Remus whispered, backing away in horror. He fled the compartment and dived into the next one along- to his relief, there was nobody in it. He sank down onto one of the benches and sighed deeply, his eyes closing as he curled up and tried to distract himself from the pain of his scars.
*
James rummaged in his pocket for some loose coins as the trolley came rolling past. Sirius watched him but pulled out no money himself as James dropped a few Sickles on the tray and the smiling lady passed him a large handful of Chocolate Frogs and a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Peter Pettigrew leaned forwards eagerly, threw a pile of Knuts down next to James’ coins and helped himself to a family bag of Jelly Slugs, then turned to Sirius slightly uncertainly. “Don’t you want anything?”
James didn’t miss the flicker of uncertainty on Black’s face, but his new acquaintance smiled easily and leaned back in an elegant manner, sweeping hair out of his eyes gracefully. “Nah.” He was almost surprised at how casual Sirius’ tone was- his first impression of the other first-year was a good one (he seemed much better than his family, at least. Most of the Blacks were no good, and he’d been firm in the relief that all of them were dark Slytherins until he met Sirius, who he was pretty sure would be in Gryffindor. Obviously, he would be too), but he looked so aristocratic and pureblood that he had almost been expecting a sly purr. “Don’t have any money,” Sirius continued, and Peter’s face took on an expression of utter horror.
“No money?” he squeaked, and James had to resist the urge to kick Pettigrew- he was so tactless. Instead, he settled for rolling his eyes and crossing one leg over the other as Peter carried on, licking jelly from his hands. “But you’re a Black- you know, Noble and Most Oldest House of Black, pureblood, rich and important and stuff.. you should be rolling in gold! Like him.” He pointed an almost accusing (and already sticky) finger at James, who shrugged uncomfortably.
“I can’t help it, mate. Oh, and it’s ‘Ancient’.” he added, smiling in a slightly awkward way.
“What’s ancient?” Peter asked stupidly. James shook his head and explained.
“Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Ancient, not ‘oldest’.”
“You have no idea how weird this feels.” James was hardly able to stop himself from jumping- Sirius had been regarding them with interest, but had said nothing until now. “Coming here, meeting everyone.. and they all know me already. Because I’m a Black. A Slytherin. Probably a Dark wizard too.” He was talking very fast now, as if he had been holding his words back for as long as he could remember and wanted to get them out of the way as quickly as possible.
“I don’t think you’re a Dark wizard.”
Peter had a way of putting things so plainly- nothing poetic, just.. fact. Maybe it was because of this that Sirius seemed to relax at least slightly as he heard the words.
“Or a Slytherin, actually. I can see you in Gryffindor… with James, probably,” he predicted mournfully. “While I’ll be watching you jealously from the Hufflepuff table.”
Sirius barked a rough laugh. “In my family, Gryffindor’s nothing to be jealous of- my great uncle Alphard’s brother was in Gryffindor, I heard, and he was disowned after some rather unpleasant.. treatments.” James winced.
“I- um, sorry ‘bout that.. er, what d’you mean, disowned?” Peter’s Muggle mother had clearly made his knowledge of pureblood families limited.
“Well, there’s this great ugly tapestry on the wall and if you do anything remotely non-Slytherin in front of someone you’re blasted off of it. So it’s like, basically, you aren’t part of the family anymore.”
A slightly tense silence hung in the air, broken only by Peter’s loud, echoing sneezing. Feeling suddenly very aware of the trolley lady’s eyes boring into him with great interest, he glanced around for his luggage. “Oh- um, take whatever.” He paused for a moment, struggling with the stiff lock on his case until it loosened and sprung open- several enchanted socks hopped out, and he stuffed them quickly away before they could start singing wizarding Christmas carols- his father’s idea of a first-day-at-school joke. He thrust a Galleon onto the trolley and raised his eyebrows, looking pointedly at Sirius.
“I don’t need anything.” Black shrugged casually, but the lady had already snatched up the coins.
“I don’t want anything else- so unless you want Peter to..?” James prompted teasingly.
“No!” Sirius doubled over, laughing as he reached across the table, selecting a chocolate bar and lifting it as if it were a fragile treasure towards him. “He’ll be sick if he eats any more. Those Jelly Slugs are meant to last a family all the way to Hogwarts- Peter, how for Merlin’s sake did you manage to eat all-?”
He broke off, scowling at the door fiercely. James glanced at him questioningly, but his unasked question was answered as the glass slid away and several distinctly Slytherin-looking first-years slunk in.
“Bellatrix. Lucius. How nice to see you.”
Sirius’ words were bitter, cold and sarcastic- James was taken aback. He supposed Sirius must have had a Black side too, but it was simply odd to see him looking so ferocious, glaring, almost hissing at the new arrivals, who had cruel smirks plastered over their faces. Peter’s eyes were bulging as he stared mutely at the pair.
“This is Bellatrix Black, my first cousin or something. And her… friend… Lucius Malfoy.” Sirius looked like he wanted nothing more than to tear at them, and James marvelled inwardly at his incredible self-control. Peter tugged at his sleeve and he turned to look at him, glasses sliding down his nose.
“Please-can-we-go-now-please-can-we-go?”
His low muttering was unintelligible and garbled- James listened harder and picked up the words. He glanced over at Sirius, who was breathing heavily and leaning on the table. Sirius looked back, paused and reluctantly nodded. They gathered up their possessions and backed away, slamming the door loudly and glaring at (or, in Peter’s case, hiding from) Malfoy and Black as they left, traipsing into the next carriage.
“What was that all- oh.” James broke off as they dropped their trunks on the ground and he noticed the huddled form in the corner of the compartment. Lupin’s eyes were glazed and wild as he stared at something that nobody else could see.
“I met him on the platform,” he whispered hoarsely, never taking his wary gaze off of the ragged, rasping boy. “He’s insane, completely insane. Shouldn’t have been allowed at Hogwarts- what was Dumbledore thinking?”
“Dunno,” Peter replied dumbly, blinking rapidly as if hoping to change the image in front of him.
*
Looming above me. Fangs bared. Eyes glinting cruelly in the light of the full moon… I can see the dried scarlet lining his foaming mouth. His lengthened paws leathery and rough against my throat. Triumphant howl echoing through my ears. Why do I remember this? Why do I see it? Why so clearly.. wish it never.. rather never been born.. broken.. mad..
One word pierced through his mind, a vaguely familiar voice. He assumed it to be himself, but also felt something mildly.. off.. about the assumption. “Insane.”
Insane, yes, insane. Mad, wild, Remus mad. Fight soon, kill soon. Claws, moon, light, wound. No more on self. Kill all soon. Kill bother nuisances, kill any in way. Any, any in way.
Thoughts rotated around his mind as he gave in to the wolf. His thoughts were more animal, more canine, whenever he allowed the beast to control him. Normally, he’d fight it. Today.. too tired. The full moon was tomorrow- he was dreading it with a hopeless despair as jabbing pain from his newer scars constantly reminded him of his condition. As if he could ever forget.
His vision focused, and he immediately wished it hadn’t. That James boy, that.. through the haze, he tried to remember the name. Old wizarding families, he had read a book on them.. Potter, wasn’t it? That Potter… and his friends. No good, no good! The wolf howled angrily in his head. They no good. Attack. Bite. Now!
Horrified by his own thoughts, he shrunk back and waited. He didn’t need his dark wolf senses to know that the journey to Hogwarts castle was going to be an agonizingly drawn-out one. He closed his eyes and forced himself to clear his mind of all emotion. Like Occl'm'ncy. E’cept.. d’fending ‘gainst self. ‘Gainst Remus.
He forced the thoughts away and settled back in his chair, sorting through the contents of his case in as sane a way as he could manage before picking out his favourite book in an attempt to calm the tsunami of raging thoughts inside.

Last edited by squirrelflight1010 (April 30, 2021 19:18:34)

Hi, I'm Cinder, but I also go by Squirrel and Moony! I'm just a tired creature attempting to write books and draw. I don't have an ounce of logic in me, so apologies if my posts don't make sense.

Lone Wolf's Hope - a Remus Lupin fanfiction

Blood Runs Cold - just another random book I wrote

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