Remus Lupin (nihowlist) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-03-31 22:15:00 |
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WHO: Remus Lupin
WHEN: This evening, before the moonrise. Oooh!!
WHERE: His Mum and Dad's house. York.
SUMMARY: Remus has Doubts. And so he fantasizes.
WARNINGS: Um, nihowlist!
Loath to leave Tonks, Andromeda (and Teddy, he reminded himself with a breathless start) behind to undergo his full moon transformation in the wake of Ted's loss, Remus nevertheless said his goodbyes and found his way to the place that he would hide away until he could safely call the moon waning. Because of Death Eater activity, and his memories of Evelyn Mulciber's small dark room, Remus often moved his own little safe houses. But nothing really prepared him for the property he'd chosen for this night. His parents' house. Disappointed by lack of grit in his son, Lyall had pushed while Hope had encouraged. Until, of course, the accident. And from that point, whatever love had strung them together was now frayed with fear. Not just Greyback, of course. But the little boy under their roof who locked himself in the shed and screamed all night. They did not fear for him. They feared him. They feared the boards would not hold. On this night the little house was dark and still. Anything that was Hope or Lyall's had been sold for whatever value it possessed in his leanest of years. But the furniture, the dust, the outline of a life lived remained. And as he sat in a chair, preparing to do what he had done since the potion had come to save him just that little bit, he paused. Why not use the beast just this once? He could protect the family that chose him. No one else should die at her hand. Moonrise at the Lestrange estate was stately, dappled with newly sprung leaves chattering in the wind. He could hear the stamping of equine hooves and the rustle of their dinner hay as he walked along the grounds, waiting for transformation to take hold. He rounded a tree and found himself stuck in a bar of silver light - there. The beast in his blood recognised its chance. It found its wild way into his legs first, lengthening and thickening sinew and cording its way up his spine until it unfurled and nearly toppled with power. Then the claws and the fangs, wresting free of the man to bear the hallmark of the wolf. And last, his eyes. Sulfurous in their yellow hue. Wide with hunger. He threw back his head and howled his call to the moon. The wolf was free of the man and it was ready to kill. The beast lifted its head again, this time scenting the wind. Human was close. Human to chase, to slash, to catch. Human to feast upon, to gnaw at. It stalked the drive, awaiting the sounds of screams. Remus shook his head vigorously. Using the wolf to kill Bellatrix Lestrange - and perhaps her husband, perhaps his damnable brother - did not end this travesty. It merely extended the depravity of their circumstances and did not ensure the safety of Tonks, Teddy or Andromeda. It did not ensure victory for the Order. He could not - would not - go through with it. He felt the soles of his feet prickle, a sign that transformation was to come. With a start, he leaned forward and unstoppered the Wolfsbane potion, drinking it all in one gulp to find himself on his knees before the hearth, preparing for the first steps. He caught the shimmer of his wardwork, the barred door, and the moon beyond the window. A good, staid, moral little pup. (That's what Fenrir would say, and spit with offense.) His breath caught in the last moments before it began. No. Not the wolf. This is my choice. I choose the man. |