Moony
Lupin Household
Ewole, Flintshire, Wales
10 March, 1971
Bad moon.
That is all Remus could think when he opened his eyes that morning, everything feeling stiff and uncomfortable. Even though he slept for a good amount of time he was still tired.
Friday was the moon though, the twelfth, and he shouldn't be feeling any effects.
Then again he had two days.
It took him a few more moments of staring at his ceiling before his mind caught up with what today's date was. Today was March tenth.
Today was his birthday.
Today he was eleven.
He jumped out of bed quickly, not his wisest idea, but for some reason there was a ridiculous smile on his face as he ran for his curtain covered window and looked out at the blue sky, the white fluffy clouds floating in the blue happily.
The delusional part of his mind took full force as he looked around, hoping to see wings of an owl coming for him. Waiting for a letter that would never come.
He left the window, the curtains open letting in sunlight into the small room, and moved to the closet and opened it that is when the reality of today hit him and the wave of delayed nausea from his sudden movements took full force.
Today was Registration.
The dress shirt, trousers, and tie his mother had got him hung on a hanger waiting to be put on, not a wrinkle on them.
The happy feeling that he had felt had fled and he wanted nothing more then to go back to bed, but that was not an option. He had to go or his father would be in trouble.
How he had forgotten what today really meant he had no idea, the registration having been on his mind since the day he had been told. It weighing on his school work, and his initial person as the moons got harder as he drew closer.
He guessed around Christmas it must of slipped his mind as he actually got to see his Uncle Henry, from his mother's side, and his new Aunt Giselle. Hope having insist to Lyall that they go over since they lived close by for at least a day around the holiday season.
It had been weird seeing new family members, people that knew nothing of werewolves and magic at that, but he acted his best and said nothing of magic or anything.
New Year's came and passed and now here he was, unprepared for the registration mentally and turning eleven.
A knock on the door startled him from his thoughts, he was starting to make a habit of zoning out and it was getting on his own nerves. Considering it wasn't hard to hear people approaching before they were even near his door.
"Remus, you awake?"
Hope's voice floated into the room from behind the wooden door.
"Yeah, Mum…"
Remus moved away from the open closet and sat down on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest, not looking at the door as his mother opened it. She gave him a smile as she carried in a little cupcake.
"I don't usually want you eating sweets fro breakfast, even on your birthday, but I think today can be an exception to that."
Remus returned the weak smile and took the cupcake, looking at the chocolate frosting and smiling at the two little ones in blue that were piped on top.
"Thank you."
"Well it's not every day my little man turns eleven," her smiled brightened as she sat down next to him, kissing his cheek so he would blush lightly as he took off the wrapper of the little cake. Biting into it happy to feed his stomach that he only now realized wanted something to eat.
"Course, I do want you eating the real food I made before leaving with your father, can't have you only working with a cupcake as fuel."
Remus only nodded, check filled with the sweet and blue icing on his nose making his mother laugh and wipe it off with her finger.
"Come on you, let's get some breakfast in you and then get you cleaned up."
Remus swallowed and smiled shyly, standing with his mother and walking out of his room, not noticing an owl that wasn't Barnaby swoop by his uncovered window.
The Ministry was huge, that was the first thing that came to mind as he and his father entered into the main hall. His wide, golden eyes looking everywhere to drink in this new place, a place he wished he could see again but also dreading it knowing he would have to.
His mother had tied his hair back with one of her hair bands so his eyes were revealed, only since he left he had loosened so some of his hair could once again fall over one eye, hiding the worst of the four scars that scratched down his face.
He looked up at his father who gave him a small smile and took his son's hand, leading him down the green bricked hall toward the center of the ministry.
The whole hall that they entered from was lined with fire places, every so often the fire would turn green and a witch or wizard would step out in all colors of ropes and suits and hurry in some direction or another, most going in the direction that the Lupins were headed.
When they left the hall, Remus couldn't help but stare in awe of the many windows and offices that lines the walls around this little hub. The center of it being a golden covered fountain that he couldn't tell what it was off as his father was pulling him away from everything and towards another room where a lot of people seemed to be going.
Remus knew his father didn't want to stay here longer then he had to, with today being as it was. Remus really didn't want to be here either thinking about it.
Climbing into one of the lifts, his father pushed a buttons he guessed was for the floor they were going to, a few owls flew in and perched on people's shoulders with messages tied to their legs as the gates to the lift closed and started to move down.
By the time they reached his father's floor Remus had to bite his lip to keep from laughing and calling attention to himself when an owl pooped down a tall, elderly man's black suit. He did giggle when the lift left with the man and the tawny owl, he was glad that none of the owls had a bad reaction to him like Barnaby though.
That may have made this a whole lot worse.
He held tightly to his father's hand as they reached the main hub of his father's department, going down the hallway that read 'Beasts' above it, the woman at the desk raising an eyebrow and sneering at them when they turned down the hall.
The hall was long and had many different doorways leading into different sections and offices of this part of the sub-department. A few of the doors were made of a strong looking metal and there were noises coming from the other end that made Remus' heart beat faster and move closer to his father's side.
Lyall squeezed his son's hand tighter but said nothing reassuring, his face was stony and it looked like he was having as hard a time with all this as Remus.
All too soon they stopped in front of a door labeled 'Werewolf Registry'. The door was a dark wood, and looked a little unfriendly, if Remus had a choice he would have run back the way they came or cried about wanting to go home.
He wasn't going to, he was eleven, he didn't need to go home, he could do this for his father, but he was terrified.
Lyall kneeled down in front of him and brushed the hair from his son's face, straightening the small tie that Hope had tied for him and fixing the grey jumper that was over it.
"Everything will be okay, Remus, they are only going to ask you a few questions and ask you to do a few things. I will be doing most of the talking and writing."
"Then we can go home and eat cake?"
Remus was feeling the effects of the moon coming up in two days, his face paler and eyes getting the bags from a restless sleep. His eyes though, still held a few sparks of innocence of that of a child.
Lyall smiled and stood up.
"Yes, we can go home and eat cake."
With a deep sigh Lyall pushed open the door and walked into the room, keeping a hand held tightly to Remus'.
A/N: So, we are finally here. I can't help but feel like this could have been longer but at the same time I am squishing this, and two other 'books' into this fic so I don't want to keep it boring and struggle to find mini plots to put into Remus' life.
Plus this is the part I am most excited for.
I think Remus' 11th birthday may span out among two-three chapters and that will be the end of this 'book'. I love you all, and if you spare the time, please review I love hearing from you all.
