Poignant

by KellerTur

Remus Lupin has dragged himself through some of the worst things imaginable. There has been a few glimmers, like stars in the night sky. Vignettes spanning childhood to DH.

2. Chapter 2

There was no concept of time in other children's lives. They could wake up happy, eat their meals in peace, be tucked up by their loving parents at nightfall. The others could run freely, without a care on their unblemished minds, and the only scars they bore were where they had fallen in haste.

Remus's childhood was governed by the moon. The scratches on his bedroom door. The padlock on the fence in their garden. The marks and mutilations running up his arms, down his legs, across his face. All of them were its fault.

Other mothers meant it when they told their children that they were beautiful. That they were perfect. Other children's worst fears were the dark, or spiders, or wetting the bed. Remus's worst fear was himself, and everything associated with it. Including the hideous silver sphere that appeared in the sky every time he was ill.