For the One a Week Competition (week one: 100 words, Lyall Lupin)


"Do you still love me?"

Lyall takes a deep breath, pretending that his son's question doesn't shatter his heart into a million pieces. He doesn't have to ask where the sudden concern comes from. Remus is too young to understand the attack. He can only carry the scars and the pain.

He scoops his son into his arms, ruffling his hair. "Of course, son. Always."

"Even if I look funny?"

"Funny? Oh. Got a bit of dirt on your face from playing. Makes you look silly."

"Daddy!"

"You're my son. I will love you no matter what," Lyall says gently.

"Even if-"

"No matter what."

Remus softens. "Okay!" he beams.

Lyall only hopes that it will always be this easy.