Disclaimer: All things in this story that are from the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: I have tried to make this story clean, minus the romance. I may imply something has happened, but it will not be described. Kissing should be the only explicit romantic stuff in here.
"Mommy, can I go play with Remus?" Sarah Millton, a small five-year-old girl with long golden blond hair and startlingly bright blue eyes looked pleadingly at her mother, Mary.
Sighing, Mary nodded. "Sure, Sarah. Just be careful. You never know what's running around during the full moon." She glanced outside. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Mary hurried to the door. Opening the door, she gasped, "Fen!"
A large man stood at the door. His overall appearance was reminiscent of a wolf. He had long, yellowish nails and pointy teeth of the same color. His grey-brown hair was long and matted, as was the whiskers under his chin. His grey eyes shone with a strange light. Looking at Mary, he smiled.
"Hello, Mary. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Noticing that she seemed incapable of speaking, he gently repeated, "Mary?"
"Oh! Sorry, Fenrir. I was just so surprised. You've never visited us before," Mary said, smiling. "Come on in." Closing the door behind the man, she led him to the living room, where Sarah was watching.
"Mommy? Who is the wolf man?" Sarah asked her mother, staring at Fenrir.
Mary raised an eyebrow. "This is your father, Sarah. And why did you call him a 'wolf man'?"
Absentmindedly, Sarah said, "He looks like a wolf." She broke into a grin. "I like wolfs."
Fenrir ruffled her hair. "I like wolves, too, little one." He smiled at her. "You look a lot like your grandmother with that blond hair of yours."
Mary nudged her daughter. "Sarah, aren't you going to go play with Remus?" The little girl looked up at her and nodded violently, then ran out the door. She ran along a small trail similar to a deer track towards a small cottage in the distance. Reaching the cozy looking home, she paused as she heard a rustle up in a large oak in front of the house. Quickly, she climbed up some boards nailed onto the side of the tree until she reached a hidden platform in the center of the tree.
"Hi, Remus!" She greeted an average-sized boy with amber eyes and honey-brown hair. "Hey, guess what?" She went on without waiting for him to greet her. "My daddy came to the house! He looks like a wolf!" She giggled.
The boy grinned at her. "A wolf? How can a person look like a wolf?"
She bounced in her place as she described the strange father she had just met for the first time. "His teeth are pointy like wolf teeth, and his nails are long like wolf claws. His hair is the same color as a wolf's fur, too!"
"Can I come see your daddy? I like wolfs a lot! They're cool!" Remus paused. "I kinda wish I was a wolf. It would be fun." Sarah nodded in agreement.
"Come on, I'll show you! But," she added, "let's go to the river first. Mommy seemed like she wanted time to talk." She giggled. The two five-year-olds hurried down the tree and paused just long enough to tell Remus' parents their destination before setting off through the long grass towards a lazily weaving river not too far from the children's houses. Taking off their shoes at the riverbank, they splashed around in the shallows and made mountains with the soft, sandy dirt at the edge of the water. Soon, the sun had set, but the two children weren't scared. They loved the river at night, and the bright full moon provided plenty of light to see by. Suddenly, a large, dark shape, canine in appearance, appeared on the ridge cross the river.
"Look! It's a wolf!" Sarah cried. Giggling, she called to the creature, not noticing its snarling features. "Hi, wolfie! What are you doing here?"
"Sarah..."Remus said uneasily. "That wolf look angry..." Then, the creature leapt at him, and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain. He struggled with the wolf, its teeth clenched in the boy's shoulder. Sarah watched in horror as her best friend was attacked by a wolf, her favorite animal. She grabbed a heavy branch and swung it at the vicious beast.
"Bad wolfie! Bad wolfie!" She yelled at it as she swung the branch again. With a yelp of pain, the animal let go of its now-unconscious victim and flew through the air, landing in the river shallows. Sarah plopped next to Remus and tried to hold the blood in with her hands, not knowing what to do. The wolf scrambled to its feet and stalked toward her. Desperately, she threw herself over the little boy's body and yelled at the wolf again, "Bad!" It crept closer, its teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Then, it sniffed her foot and looked at her, suddenly calm. It gently nudged her, then bounded off into the grass and out of sight. Sarah looked at the pool of blood soaking into the ground. She pulled off Remus' shirt and bundled it against his wound, the way she had seen people do on television when someone was bleeding. The bite formed a long, thin, vaguely pointy U coming down from the top of the boy's left shoulder, and scratches laced his arms and torso.
As she sat there, voices came out of the shadows in the distance. After a minute, she realized what they were saying.
"Sarah! Remus!" It was her mother's voice! And Remus' parents were yelling, too!
"Over here!" She screamed. "Mommy! Ms. Del! Mr. John!" A human shape appeared—Remus' father, John Lupin. He gaped at the bleeding form of his son and then picked him up carefully.
"Come with me, Sarah. There's a werewolf loose tonight. We have to be careful." With that, he hurried towards the Lupin Cottage, Sarah by his side. When his wife, Delilah, and Sarah's mother, Mary saw them, they followed him and all five Apparated to St. Mungo's.