Moony

Welsh Countryside, Near Crickhowell
14 April, 1964

Remus woke up to the sun tickling his nose and a frown on his face. His small hands rubbed his sleepy eyes open before he sat up and looked around the room he wasn't in when he fell asleep in the car.

The room looked the same from the day before that dreadful night making him freeze.

A moving picture on his dresser of his parents waving, and a little baby in his mother's arms that could only be him. A poster for the Welsh National Quidditch Team hung on a wall and the dragon on the front flapped its wings silently; a gift from his dad who was certain his son would learn the sport.

The walls painted a slightly blueish-grey; an oak dresser on one wall, an empty spot by his window, and his bed sitting along the same wall as the door.

Slowly Remus climbed out of his bed, and jumped a little as the cold wood floors met his feet. His hearing picking up the sounds of rainfall outside the safety of his home as he made his way out of the room and toward the stairs.

His feet stopped when his ears picked up on voices in the living room.

"…You cannot be serious about keeping that-that thing, Lyall. Think of Hope! She is a muggle, she can't defend herself against it if it decides to turn on you."

Remus froze; ice seeming to spread up his spine as he plopped onto the first step.

That was the voice of his grandfather; he recognized it barely without its usual laughter or pride. Last time he saw Lyall Sr. had been New Year's only a few months ago.

It wasn't unusual the old wizard had missed his birthday and he hadn't thought anything of it seeing that he was in the hospital because of that attack, but that was more than a month ago today being the fourteenth.

His Grandfather hadn't come to their old home to even see if he had been fine that short few weeks they had stayed at their; not even when Easter passed on the twenty-ninth of March.

And here he was yelling at his father about keeping…something.

"He is my son, dad, and your grandson!"

Remus' heart lurched in his chest hearing his father's voice raised. It sunk to his stomach when the words settled into his small mind.

Did Grandpa not want him to with his mommy and daddy? He hadn't done anything wrong, and he would never hurt his mother or father.

"That thing up there," Remus could just tell from where they were standing that the old man was pointing to the stairs, "Is not my grandson. He is a cold blooded killer, and you remember that when the day comes and you see it with your own eyes, Lyall."

Silence rung throughout the house; surrounding Remus with its think energy that surrounded the air.

As quietly as he could he let his little feet take him down the stairs and peak into the sitting room; his bottom lip trembling at the sight.

His grandfather stood tall, grey hairs lining the ash brown locks and a mustache he always thought looked funny bristling on his lip as cold brown eyes glared at the matching pair that belonged to his father.

"I will ask you to leave now, Dad."

The term left Lyall's mouth like it was full of poison. The fireplace behind his own father; roaring away awaiting the wizard for transport.

"I am not leaving until you see the reasoning behind what I am saying. You are living too close to a wizard and muggle village, that thing will grow and soon you will not be able to control it any more. He will fester into a wild animal and not hesitate to kill you and hurt many other innocent lives without another thought in the world."

Lyall's wand was brought out too quickly and aimed straight as his own father's nose.

"I invited you here to explain the situation, I invited you here for Remus to get a better late Easter holiday then the one he got since we were rushing to move, I invited you here so you would understand."

With every word, Lyall's voice got louder as he backed his own father up toward the fireplace.

"Not to call my son a monster, or a killer. He is a perfectly talented young boy of four, and one day he will show you that he is better in heart and magical skill than any of the past Lupin's have ever been!"

The wand left the face of the older man; Lyall's face grave and full of anger.

"And I will do whatever it takes to help my son through life."

"You should have euthanized the beast, Lyall. He isn't your son anymore…he is a werewolf."

Silent in the living room rang throughout the house again and tears pricked to Remus' eyes.

Grandpa didn't love him anymore because the monster hurt him. Grandpa thought he was one of them; he hated him because he got hurt. He probably hated him because of that night where he felt like he was being torn apart.

He didn't wait to hear his father's reply; his little feet ran for the front door; pulling it open fast and not caring that it slammed as he ran down the rocky, dirty path that was the drive way to the cottage.

Daddy probably hated him too for what he was, he was just keeping him around because he felt sorry that he let this happen to him. Mommy probably hated him to for being so weak against the pain.

Remus' bare feet stung as they hit the dirt; he barely noticed. He only cried out when his toe got stuck on a rock and he tripped; the pain rushing through him backing the tears come out faster. He held his right foot and sobbed, nose starting to run and mud and rain sticking to him.

The pain spread through his foot slowly; the big toe that was hit becoming an angry red. He barely heard his name being called as the rain began to belt down harder onto the earth around him.

Arms wrapped around him soon after though and he clung to them; burying his mud, tear, and snot covered face into the shirt. The soothing sent of the rain and his father washing over him as he was carried back to the house.

He hadn't gotten to run very far.

When they got back in the house was silent besides the rain pouring onto the roof. Lyall leaving his muddy boots out on the front porch as he carried his shaking and sniveling son up the stairs; the words his father said about the child in his arms ringing in his head.

Remus was not like those werewolves; he would make sure of that. His sweet little Remus would never be like one of those that think more wolf than human.

The man carried the shaking boy into the bathroom and set him down on the toilet; wiping the mud from the four year old's face.

"It will be alright Remus, I'm not leaving you. I promise you; I will never leave you."

After a hot bath, some dryer clothes, and some tissues the two Lupin boys settled onto the couch and turned on Mrs. Lupin's television. Lyall wasn't really paying attention to what was happening on it though.

The man was too focused on Remus.

The four year old had barely said a word since the events that had passed, and with his wife gone to get groceries and him on leave from work still he was alone to take care of their son.

The son that had fallen asleep after a mug of hot chocolate and curling close under a blanket with his face pressed to his father's side.

A strand of wavy, light brown hair had fallen into that little scarred face as the child slept.

"If only he saw that you like I see you, Remus. If only they all saw you like this, then maybe they would realize that you are not a monster. Just a scared little boy."

Lyall leaned down and kissed his son's head lightly.

"Perfectly innocent."

A/N: I was so tempted to put Dr. Who in here as the show they were watching since Hartnell would be the ONLY Doc and it had come out a year ago but I didn't feel like looking that up.

I also need to put some things as a warning: As much as I would LIKE to keep this historically and/or culturally accurate as possible (so yeah 60's, 70's, 80's man~) and Welsh/English/ all across the pond to me things since I am in America so please be patient with me I am trusting google to help me with a few things.

BTW: this chapter started out REALLY hard to write