I've had a Word Document with the words 'Little Red Riding Hood - Fenrir/Remus' at the top for a few months. I know this is a very overly used concept, but I've always loved fairy tales.
Like everything else I've ever started, this most likely won't get finished as I will loose interest half-way through, but I promise to work as hard as I can on it until then~ :3

I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own a copy of JK's The Casual Vacancy.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did while writing it!

Remus loved to stroll down Diagon Alley on sunny Sunday afternoons. That was the time when most Wizarding families were off in their own little cozy homes preparing dinner and spending quality time together. That was also the time when Remus could breathe and not have to worry about knocking elbows or ignore disgusted glances from the general public. Sunny Sunday afternoons were also the times that Lily accompanied him on his weekly trip to the most popular Wizarding street market in London.

"Sunday's really are a gift from the gods," Lily commented as the two ate ice cream on the patio in front of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor.

"Here, here," Remus replied mirthfully. "They really are the best day of the week."

After finishing up their treats, Lily dragged a very much protesting Remus to Twilfitt's and Tatting's so she could look at the new dress robes that were in fashion.

"Honestly Lupin, you'd think I was trying to throw my money at them."

Remus blushed as he was led around the shop. Truthfully, he did not very much like coming to these kinds of establishments, they always made his shabby and darned clothes look so much worse for wear. But then Remus would remember his mother's words and feel slightly ashamed at comparing such a thing.

Once Lily had tuckered herself out of fashion, the two picked up their orders of stationary and flitted through the various shops, greeting most of the shop keepers as they went.

The sun was just beginning to set, casting long shadows on the market, when the two decided it was time to leave.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner? We always have a seat open for you," Lily asked. "Harry misses you, he's been asking 'where's Moo' since you last came."

Remus chuckled at his favourite baby's antics. "No, I promised my mother I would visit soon so I'd best do that. Besides, I need to check on the wards around the cottage. I got a letter from her saying she'd gotten a rather nasty hate letter and someone managed to charm a giant full moon onto the lawn."

Lily gasped. "That's awful! Remus, would you like James or Sirius to come with you? Just as a precaution?"

"I'll be fine, Lils. But, I promise I'll come over later this week or maybe the next. I'll bring my mother as she's been missing your company too. She's probably knitted a dozen outfits for Harry since Christmas."

"Alright, if you promise." Lily wrapped Remus into a tight hug and then sighed. "Honestly Remus, you worry me so much sometimes."

"I've gotta keep you on your toes. Constant vigilance!"

The two chuckled and then parted ways, Lily Apparating a few paced away and Remus heading down the other end of the Alley where he would Floo to his childhood home from Fortescue's fireplace.

Now, though Remus was joking just moments ago with his dear friend Lily about constant vigilance, he really did take Alastor Moody's mantra seriously as he should. In times such as these, Remus knew he could not afford to relax and get too comfortable in any place, especially since he was a werewolf.

So with the added perks of a lupine sense of smell and eye sight, Remus unassumingly made his way to Fortescue's.

Remus Lupin was a special case.

Truthfully, Fenrir liked to think of all his children as special, but Remus was just a tiny bit more special than all the rest.

Firstly, his name was fitting and already in use. Even if Fenrir had never given Remus his gift, then he obviously would have been teased for being named after one of the lupine founders of Rome. Not to even mention his last name. As it was, ample breeding room for werewolf jokes. And Fenrir did love a good joke.

Secondly, Fenrir liked to think of Remus as a reminder, not just to him, but for one Mr. John Lupin who had most seriously pissed him off. Now, Fenrir wasn't a grudge-holder, no sir. He was above such childishness. No, Fenrir liked to make things even in his social goings-on whenever they should turn out of his favour.

And thirdly, Remus was just utterly a fascinating person. Being the son of a prominent worker in the MOM Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Remus had been a very popular and personable toddler. And that might have been a tipping point in turning that fine, young specimen into one of his own children, not just his father refusing offers.

Remus was also a special case because he had been able to get a full Hogwarts education, N.E.W.T.s and all. And that, when considering he was just a supposed lowly Dark Creature, was a very special thing indeed.

So as Fenrir watched Remus slowly and carefully make his way down Diagon Alley from the shadows of Knockturn Alley, he couldn't help but smile as he passed by unaware.

Fenrir drank in the scent of Remus. It smelt wolf-like with the tantalizing aroma of human swirling around him. A sweet tinge from the ice cream he had recently eaten was still clinging to him and Fenrir couldn't help to drool a bit. Remus smelt young, yet wise. He was still on the cusps of manhood, shedding the last remains of downy fur and growing into his paws. The crisp, pungent smell of sour paper filled his nostrils as Remus came closer. Ah, he was a reader, his Remus.

Fenrir had to hold himself as Remus passed by the mouth of Knockturn Alley. He couldn't show himself yet to his cub. No yet.

So instead, he watched as Remus entered the ice cream parlor and used the Floo.