I do not own harry potter
It took two weeks for the Tolkiens to get custody of him, not that he was counting. It was Friday afternoon when an old pick up drove up the drive. Remus flew down the stairs to the entry where, he watched Callum and Patrick walk in.
"Hey Remmy, you ready to come home with us?" Patrick asked eyeing him in the door way.
Remus smiled and nodded before heading to his room to get his packed bag. When he came back Callum was frowning at Ms. Cunningham.
"What do ya mean?" Callum asked.
"Remus has been to many different foster homes, and they all say the same thing. They say strange things happen when he's around, but nothing has happened since he was here but beware," she told him.
Remus walked in slowly, they noticed a slight limp. Callum put a hand on his shoulder and smiled down at him.
"Are you ready to head home?" Patrick asked holding the door open.
Remus nodded following them out the door. As they headed home they watched Remus fall asleep before Callum asked the question that they were speaking,
"Is it possible for him to have magic?"
"You're the one with it, I should be asking you," Patrick joked.
"Could it be the reason he doesn't speak?"
"Why are you asking me? I'm the squib."
"You are a squib that was orphaned, you would have a better idea."
"Go lick a cactus, Callum," Patrick smirked.
Neither man saw the incoming truck.
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Remus woke up dazed and confused, as far as he was aware of there were no white walls in the Tolkien house. Then it dawned on him, he was in a hospital.
"Mornin' Remmy. I wasn't expecting to your homecoming quite like this," Patrick smiled weakly.
Remus noticed the missing man and looked to Patrick for answers.
"He's gone Remmy, a truck hit the car on his side killing him instantly," Patrick broke down.
Remus froze, Callum had been one of the first people who he could trust and now he was dead. Patrick got up from the chair and got into the small bed and held Remus as he cried.
"Hush Remmy We'll get through this together. Okay?"
Remmy nodded.
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The funeral was grim. The sun was shining, it was hot and worst of all he saw the Potters. Remus went farther into the grave yard to hide.
"Yah know, the last time I was here was when my parents died," Someone said from behind.
Remus spun quickly, coattails flaired out. Remus gave a questioning look.
"Teddy Lupin, and you?" The teal haired boy asked.
Remus grabbed a notepad from his pocket and wrote his name down.
"You know what's funny?" Teddy chuckled, Remus shook his head.
"My dad's name was Remus, its my middle name," Teddy told as he walked past patting him on the shoulder, "Good Luck Remus, you might need it."
Remus watched the man as he walked away, sighing he pulled his tie loose and sat on the ground in front of the same graves as Teddy. He read the names,
Remus John Lupin Nymphadora Tonks- Lupin
Loving father, Husband, Friend Loving Mother, Wife, Daughter
Remus finally allowed the tears to gather in the corners of his eyes. Then he spoke, "I'm sorry."
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Patrick had watched Remus disappear, after most everyone had left he followed the direction that he went in.
"I'm sorry," he heard Remus whisper.
"It's not your fault, Remmy," Patrick told sitting next to him.
"Yes it is. If you had not gone to get me Callum would still be alive," Remus looked to him with tears in his eyes.
Patrick felt his heart break even more at hearing his son's first words, "Remus Tolkien it is not your fault and it will never be your fault. "
Patrick got up and pulled Remus into his arms and carried him to the car.
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As the years went on neither of them had moved on from Callum's death. Patrick tried dates that fail, and started to focuse more on his horses. Remus had started talking more and more but was still a quiet child, preferring to take Pegasus on long rides in to the country. He'd race through the tall grass bareback, only a bridle to hang on to.
Remus was stirring a pot on the stove and Patrick was cleaning a bridle at the table when a knock came from the side door. Patrick got up to answer it. Teddy Lupin stood in the doorway with a trunk standing beside him.
"Ted what happened?" Patrick asked pushing him into the kitchen.
"I got into a fight with the Potters and I left. I was hoping I could stay with you for a bit, until I can get on my feet," Teddy pushed the teal hair out of his face.
"Of course Ted, I'll go get your room ready," Patrick smiled taking Teddy's Trunk up the stairs with him.
"How are you, Remus?" Teddy asked sitting down at the table.
"Alright, you?"
"I'll get there, what's for supper?"
"Beef stew."
"Oh," Teddy said pulling a letter out of his pocket, "This showed up at the Potters," Teddy gave the letter to Remus.
"My Hogwarts Letter," Remus looked up, his eyes smiling.
"Your what?" Patrick asked.
"My Hogwarts Letter, but it was addressed to the wrong name. I'm not a Potter," Remus said handing the letter to Patrick.
"We knew it, We knew that you had magic Remus. That was our last conversation," Patrick told pulling Remus into a hug.
"Pops let me down, you make me burn the food." Remus squealed.
