So here we are. The beginning of my first large-scale fiction and also my first Wolfstar. Needless to say, there will be slash and if you don't like that then you can bugger off without a word if you please. And off we go, Fingers crossed my precious.
Disclaimer: I own these characters about as much as I own a desire to exercise regularly... which is to say not at all. However the story is mine and I may sneak in a shifty OC now and then. Who knows?
Notes: Just a teensy intro as to the event of Remus' start as a lycanthrope. To be swiftly followed by a chapter one which will be a little more meaty. I will also be joined in chapter one by two handy assistants who have been forced into helping me introduce and close each chapter.
Lyall Lupin was woken from his restless sleep by a loud scream coming from the room next to him. Remus' room. He leaped out of bed, thinking that his son was having one of his nightmares and jogged towards the smallest bedroom to wake Remus up.
When he pushed the door open, his grey eyes widened with horror, there on the bed, hunched over the frame of a small child, was the largest werewolf he'd ever seen. It turned to him, blood covering its muzzle and snarled. For a moment Lyall did nothing, just stared at the glistening red droplets that should have been inside his son's body, not on this monster's fur.
Then rage began to take hold. How dare this disgusting aberration stalk in from whatever pit it came from to kill his son? He whipped his wand out and screamed "DEFODIO!"
A large chunk of flesh tore itself from the werewolf's chest as the gouging spell made contact, it howled in agony but Lyall wasn't done.
"DEPRIMO!" An intense blast of wind caught the creature full on and blew it backwards out the window through which it'd come. "CONFRINGO!"It burst into flames in the garden outside.
"Cave inimicum."Lyall whispered this last, setting an invisible barrier around his house as the wolf dashed away in search of water to put itself out.
Lyall turned to his son and collapsed heavily. The small boy's frames was convulsing and shaking as blood and spittle foamed from his mouth. There were several jagged rents, torn by claws, along his side and blood pumped from them at an alarming rate. But what really drew Lyall's attention and horror was the row of tooth-marks on Remus' tiny neck. He was infected.
There was a horrible second where the dust in the room stopped swirling and the life pouring from Remus went from a river to a glacier, in which Lyall didn't know whether he wanted his son to live. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if Remus just died? Could he condemn a child to life of misery?
Lyall shook himself as he realised that no matter what, he wanted his son to survive this dreadful scarlet night. He ran to the fire place, sobbing, and threw a handful of floo power into the grate. He stuck his head in and shouted "St Mungo's!" and experienced the whirling sensation of travelling via fire.
"How can I help?" asked a painfully calm and sterile voice.
"My son has been attacked by a…" Lyall hesitated for just an instant, "By a werewolf. Please help me!" He pleaded.
"Right away." Said the voice, which he saw belonged to a witch in white robes. "Healer Bones! We need the werewolf attack team to the Lupin residence immediately please!"
Even as the Healer shouted, Lyall heard a 'whomph!'from behind him and pulled his head back to his own house to see healers apparating and running for Remus' bedroom. He watched as they brought Remus into the living room and began weaving enchantments around him in circle. The waves of light washed over and through Remus. His pale form began to calm and still. His chest stopped rising and the blood stopped flowing from him.
They were too late. He'd died. His son was dead. Lyall screamed and ran towards Remus. One of the Healers stepped out from the circle and blocked Lyall's way.
"Your son is alive Mr Lupin." The woman said. "We're putting him in stasis so that his condition doesn't worsen while we transfer him to St. Mungo's and brew the necessary potions, some of which are quite rare and aren't used often."
"You've killed him." Lyall rasped. He hadn't been listening to a word of what had been said. He could just stare at his son, who did indeed look dead.
"You're in shock Mr Lupin." The healer stated. "I'm afraid I'll have to sedate you."
Lyall Lupin didn't get chance to utter another word as drowsiness fell about him like a blanket. Rather than comfort him, it felt like he was being locked away with his pain in a cramped space. He whimpered as he passed out onto the floor.
Well there you have it. Hope you liked it and keep reading. If you can spare the time (and if you're reading fanfiction, let's be honest, you probably can) pretty please review even if it's to tell me you hate it (though why you hate it would be nice).