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An Accident
Someone was crying, he could hear it but it was like he was underwater. The sound was muffled and distorted. The sound slowly became clearer. It was a woman. Why is she crying? Remus thought. He tried to move but his muscles protested in sharp pain. His mind was growing continually sharper and he recognized the cry as his mothers.
"Mummy?" he croaked. He blinked in the bright light, trying to place his surroundings.
His mother shrieked and grasped his tiny hand in hers. "Oh, Remus! Lyall, he's awake!"
His father's tall figure came into focus. He was wearing an expression Remus had never seen before. "How are you feeling, son?" he asked gently.
"Not good," Remus replied groggily. "I hurt all over. What happened to me? Where am I?"
"You're at St. Mungo's, darling," his mother crooned. "The healers have been taking very good care of you."
"But what happened?" He looked between his parents who exchanged looks.
"You had an accident," his father said stiffly.
"What kind of accident?"
"A bad one, sweetheart." His mother stroked his hair softly. "Lyall, would you go let the medi-witch know he's awake?"
His father nodded and left, shutting the door quietly behind him. Soon he returned with a woman much older than his mother with grey hair and wrinkles by her mouth and eyes.
"Well, young mister Remus, you have been out for quite a while," she stated.
"How long?"
"Three days," his mother answered.
"What happened to me?" he directed his question at the medi-witch this time.
"You had an accident," the old lady replied.
"That's what they said." He gestured to his parents. "But what kind of accident?"
"I think I'll wait and let the healer explain it when he returns for rounds."
"Why won't you tell me?"
"It's not my place to tell. I'll send the healer to you as soon as he arrives." She exited the room rather quickly.
Remus was left alone with his parents. His father was pacing the room. His normally smiling face was now set with a rigid frown. His mother's eyes were red and her usually perfectly placed hair was in disarray. Remus laid in his bed, still in too much pain to try to move. The young boy had never experienced anything like it. He was frightened but didn't want to upset his parents any more than they already appeared to be.
A couple hours later the healer finally came to his room. He was a dark skinned man with a beard and rough looking hands. He shook hands with Remus's father and nodded briefly to his mother. He approached Remus and stood by the head of the bed.
"Remus." He beamed at the boy. "You're finally awake."
"I am," Remus replied. "But no one will tell me what happened. Please, what's wrong with me?"
"Well, son. You've had an accident."
"That's what everyone said. What kind of accident."
"You were bitten." The healer paused. "By a werewolf."
Remus furrowed his brow. "A werewolf? Does that mean…?" He trailed off, sure he already knew the answer. "You can make me better, though, right?" He looked up wide-eyed at the healer.
"I'm sorry, Remus, but it's not that simple. There is no cure."
Next to him, his mother let out a soft sob. His father looked down at him with worried eyes. Remus continued to stare at the healer.
"No!" he shouted. "You're joking with me. I don't believe you!" Remus mustered all of his strength and pulled himself up and tried to make a run for the door. His father caught him before he could reach the exit, though, and picked him up in his strong arms. Remus beat against his back and kicked trying to get loose. "No! Put me down! Just leave me alone!" His father only held him tighter and Remus could hear him begin to cry. He had never seen his father cry. Without warning, Remus went limp in his father's arms and gave himself over to tears.
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8.2- "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." ― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
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