Summary: When Remus was four he was diagnosed with leukemia, an illness that even magic cannot cure. On his sixth birthday, laying in a muggle hospital bed, he meets Fenrir; A werewolf, a murderer, and a pissed off alpha.
Chapter One
What's Your Name Pup?
For a four year old Remus Lupin, his world came crashing down when the diagnosis of the mediwizard came to his father. He was up in St. Mugo's because he came down with a fever last week and now his father insist of a check up to make sure he was alright. A man in the blue robe, who later introduced himself as healer Swan, gave him a coloring book for him after taking some blood from him, leaving little Remus sniffling. But it was alright, because his father let him sit on his lap while they waited for the results to come in, commenting on his drawing once in a while and twirling the crayons around to amuse the child. But when the man in the blue robe came out from the room to give the news to his father, the four year old noticed how sad the healer face looked and how his father face turned tired and sad.
"What's wrong daddy? Why are you sad?" he reached out to touch is daddy's beard. Abelforth Lupin looked down to his child with tearful eyes. He did not have the heart to tell his son that he only have three more years to live. So instead, he smiled down and shakes his head.
"It's nothing Remmy, daddy's only tired." He said softly, patting his short pads of brown hair on hid head. Beads of tears began falling down his face and this only made Remus even more confused.
"You're crying daddy. Did I do something wrong?" he asked anxiously, torn between wanting to comfort his father and to cry himself. Mr. Lupin wiped away his tears and said hoarsely, "No, Remmy. Daddy's sad because the healer said that Remmy is very sick."
"But I feel okay."
"I know baby."
The healer watched them sadly, hating himself to interrupt the heartfelt conversation. In the end, he touched Mr. Lupin's shoulders and handed him a list of muggle hospitals around London.
"In cases like this, magic is powerless. Only muggle treatment will have an effect to the illness. "
So Remus's fifth birthday was celebrated on a hospital bed with tubes sprouting out of his chest. There was no birthday cakes nor candles. Only the child alone unconscious on the bed of St. Have's hospital.
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"You stupid fuckingdumbfuckingdumbassshithead!" The large man growled menacingly to the smaller teen. "How many times have we gone through this? When you see a pole in the middle of winter, you don't fucking lick it!" He hissed out loud to the whimpering teen, ignoring the pointed looks that the staff gave him.
"Now I have to deal with humans again because of you." He hissed low so only he and the teen can hear him. The smaller werewolf flinched and began whimpering around the pole.
Though as much as Fenrir hates the humans, He turned to them when a member of his pack are injured beyond his healing skills. Bruises and scratches he can handle, but when there's a dumbass with his tongue stuck on a pole, he'd have to let the muggles take care of it, or else he had to rip the kid's tounge's out. But they really do have good hospitals. And he cannot risk his capture by visiting St. Mugos.
It's not that he mind being around people. Fenrir actually was quite fascinated with how the muggles are growing. It's the interaction that he hates. Especially now when the nurse are asking him questions that doesn't even concern the kid behind him and the pole he's stuck in.
Fenrir hands are itching to give another smack to the latest addition of his pack, but the kid already had a five meter pole sticking onto his tongue. If he got a penny for every person that giggled at them, he'll be stinking rich. Well at least the boy was embarrassed in the process, that's a punishment in itself.
"Thorry theendyrr." Was what the teen finally managed to chocked out. Fernir grunted and looked away, a sign that he forgives the boy. He never been able to stayed angry with his pack for too long. It's true that Fenrir Greyback's burst of angers are legendary, but they are short and rare.
His eyes began to wonder around the room. Left and right all he see is sick people. Their scent is annoyingly depressing. Minutes later he decided that he had enough of sick people stuck up on his nose and decided to take a little stroll on the garden.
"When you finished, wait for me in here kid. I'm gonna take a little walk." He said, ruffling the kid's hair absentmindedly. The werewolf whimpered but didn't protest beyond that. This is not his first incident with the pole, and he knows what the doctor gonna do.
Outside, Fenrir took a lungful of cold air from the hospital's garden and let lose a loud howl. It felt good to have a nice breath of fresh air. Even he get tired of the overload of senses that he got around his pack.
Right then, a puppy plushy fell down on his feet. Curiously, the man picked it up, sniffing the toy curiously before taking it away from his face. It smelt like death.
"Excuse me!" A voice chirped from above him. Fenrir turned to see a sickly pale youth, no older than seven, calling out to him from a window on the second floor.
"Could you bring rocki up please? I accidentally knocked it down somewhere." He asked timidly. Fernir shot up an eyebrow.
"Rocky? You mean this?" he held up the grey puppy toy up to the boy. The sickly boy eyes flashed with recognition.
"Yes! Pleasepleaseplease bring him up.. I miss him terribly." The boy pleaded. Fenrir smiled on the child's innocence, amused with the boy's timid voice and the over use of the word 'please'.
"Since you asked nicely, then I'll bring it up for you. Clear away from the window pup." He barked out. The boy immediately disappeared from the window. Fenrir smirked. He liked this boy. He clearly understand who's the boss and obeyed.
Walking with ease to the other end of the garden, Fenrir took a running start before leaping up high to the second story. He caught the edge of the window with one of his hand and pull himself up easily, his other hand holding the neck of the stuffed animal.
"Rocky!" The little boy rushed to take his toy. Fenrir, deciding that he wanted to play with the boy held up the plushy high in the air, making the boy stop on his tracks.
"What do you say when someone just got your plushy back?" He asked
"Umm… Thank you sir, for taking back Rocky. May I have him back please?" he said, seemed to be embarrassed that he forgot his manners.
Satisfied with the kid's answer he lowered the dog and put it down into the child's outstretched hand. "Rocky…" the boy quickly nuzzled the toy and hugging it, bringing it close to his face.
"Thank you sir!" He said again, this time with a little more gusto than before. His cheeks flushed pink with happiness, a content smile was placed upon a small pair of pink lips, and his eyes flashed it's brilliant light blue color. In those short seconds, Fenrir found himself speechless. He was captivated by the boy.
"Umm.. Mr…?"
"Fenrir" the werewolf broke his gaze on the boy.
"Huh?" The boy looked confused at him.
"Call me Fenrir. What's your name pup?" He asked, smiling down at the boy, trying as hard as he can to not show him his canines.
The boy looked hesitant for a while, but then he decided that the man was not dangerous and it was safe to give out his name. "My name is Remus. Remus Lupin. I'm fi- I mean, six years old. Nice to meet you Fenrir."