How Remus made his way to Hogwarts, how he came to know about the Wizarding
world, how he learned to love reading, and how he knew what love was.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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"I'm not tired. It's not like I did anything today."
"Well, read some more. What book are you on now?"
"The fifth one." Indeed, the small voice from the top bunk sounded bored, not tired.
Adele smiled. "Didn't you say that one sounded the best?"
"My favorite character died in the last one." Her son peered over the edge of the bunk. Adele, sitting on the lower bed and fiddling with the stacks of books and piles of papers, took in his somber expression. "Can you pass me the... uh... third one? I'll just reread it."
The brown-haired woman nodded and passed the paperback volume up to Remus. "I'll be in the other room... writing for a while. Call me if you need me, love."
"Mkay." The tousled head vanished again, the bed creaking as he situated himself.
Adele Lupin quietly walked past the partition into the well-lit family room. Some family, just the two of them. Well... three. She smiled dreamily as she ran fingers over the cold glass of the panoramic window. Dan had transfigured is long ago, telling her and baby Remus that their family included the forest and fields around them...
And then he had said, years later, in a pained voice, that it would let his family look for him. And watch the moon.
The large brown owl sitting on the table hooted softly. He was edging closer and closer to a plate of food left there, but Adele wandered over and cautiously stroked him. "Dan wants you to be good, Trebizond," she warned him. "I'll be sending a letter in just a few minutes. Just do what Dan told you to while I write."
Adele sat down facing the wall, back to the large window. She fingered a roll of parchment before reaching for Muggle paper and a fountain pen.
"Adaliae," the letters on the parchment ran. To Adalia. In the summer when they had first met, she hadn't known Dan was a wizard. She hadn't known wizards- and magical creatures- even existed. Well, that was certainly changed now, but the self-conscious boy had told her he went to a boarding school in Scotland. Where his favorite subject was Latin. And, surprisingly flirtatious, he had tried to prove this by pronouncing her "Adalia" and declining her name.
"My dear Adele," the missive continued. "I know I told you I was returning to you and Remus, but things have changed in the past few days."Adele's stomach plummeted, before quieting again as she read. "As a matter of fact, there's some hope we haven't seen before.
"But first... I miss you. Bloody hell, Addy, I miss you." Adele, curled up in her house with her werewolf son, a Muggle thousands of miles away from her wizard husband, grinned. I miss you too. "I got quite a few odd looks earlier in a wizard tavern when I requested that they play that song you used to like. 'Seafoam Sky.' The jukebox actually told me that I was a hopeless romantic, and I couldn't really argue with bewitched machinery."
A few weeks before he had proposed to her, Dan had taken Adele dancing at a Muggle club. By then she knew about his magic; but this foray into her world wasn't a first. This time, however, he had slipped a small glass bauble into her hands as her favorite song finished. "It'll play the song for you, 'Dalia," he murmured, "when you hold it up to your ear."
And then he had made some of lullabies for a toddling Remus. She didn't know where they were now. Lost in the clutter somewhere. A few months after the fateful full moon, Remus, still a sweet child, had asked his daddy to record some stories onto the sound-globes.
She hadn't seen those in years, either. Her son probably still had them somewhere... at least he had a way to hear his father's voice, despite the man's absence. Dan truly did love their son...
Adele turned to her own paper. "I miss you too, Danny." She scribbled without precursor. Tugging a blanket that lay in a heap on the floor, she sunk back into her husband's letters.
He rambled on for quite a while in his sweet way. Telling stories about his school, Hogwarts. Telling stories that she had originally told to him about her muggle school. Neither of which their son could experience. It wasn't fair. Adele could clearly remember how he was before that night, such a happy child, creative at even a young age. And now he would be thwarted in whatever future he strove for. And he knew it. He shouldn't know it, he was too young, but he did know. And he was still sweet and thoughtful.
She could remember vividly when Dan had made a decision; he wanted desperately to be part of Remus' family, but part of him needed to escape their little house. And to look for a cure, though chances of finding one were slim.
"Once in Hogwarts, I had Potions with the Hufflepuffs, and the teacher asked about some cure for- aw hell, I forget what it was for, but anyway- he asked where we would go to find it, and no one raised their hands. And the Hufflepuffs looked expectantly at us, like we should know because we were Ravenclaws, and... well, Addy, I guess I am gonna have to know now. I want to love my son, Ad, and I can do it from a distance, trying to help him. Just... teach him that I'm a part of the family."
Remus' mother stared at the next part of the letter. "Adali- I'm sure I told you 'bout Professor Dippet, the head of Hogwarts- and you met him once, too, soon after Remus was born. Well, he's not there anymore. I was contacted by Professor Dumbledore, formerly a teacher at HogW.'s, and he's really influential. And he's head now. And he hinted that he might want to talk to me- us- about Remus.
"Don't get Rem's hopes up. But... maybe you can tell him some of the Hogwarts stories I told you? And send them with love from his dad."
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To Be Continued. It'll get more Remus-centric soon.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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"I'm not tired. It's not like I did anything today."
"Well, read some more. What book are you on now?"
"The fifth one." Indeed, the small voice from the top bunk sounded bored, not tired.
Adele smiled. "Didn't you say that one sounded the best?"
"My favorite character died in the last one." Her son peered over the edge of the bunk. Adele, sitting on the lower bed and fiddling with the stacks of books and piles of papers, took in his somber expression. "Can you pass me the... uh... third one? I'll just reread it."
The brown-haired woman nodded and passed the paperback volume up to Remus. "I'll be in the other room... writing for a while. Call me if you need me, love."
"Mkay." The tousled head vanished again, the bed creaking as he situated himself.
Adele Lupin quietly walked past the partition into the well-lit family room. Some family, just the two of them. Well... three. She smiled dreamily as she ran fingers over the cold glass of the panoramic window. Dan had transfigured is long ago, telling her and baby Remus that their family included the forest and fields around them...
And then he had said, years later, in a pained voice, that it would let his family look for him. And watch the moon.
The large brown owl sitting on the table hooted softly. He was edging closer and closer to a plate of food left there, but Adele wandered over and cautiously stroked him. "Dan wants you to be good, Trebizond," she warned him. "I'll be sending a letter in just a few minutes. Just do what Dan told you to while I write."
Adele sat down facing the wall, back to the large window. She fingered a roll of parchment before reaching for Muggle paper and a fountain pen.
"Adaliae," the letters on the parchment ran. To Adalia. In the summer when they had first met, she hadn't known Dan was a wizard. She hadn't known wizards- and magical creatures- even existed. Well, that was certainly changed now, but the self-conscious boy had told her he went to a boarding school in Scotland. Where his favorite subject was Latin. And, surprisingly flirtatious, he had tried to prove this by pronouncing her "Adalia" and declining her name.
"My dear Adele," the missive continued. "I know I told you I was returning to you and Remus, but things have changed in the past few days."Adele's stomach plummeted, before quieting again as she read. "As a matter of fact, there's some hope we haven't seen before.
"But first... I miss you. Bloody hell, Addy, I miss you." Adele, curled up in her house with her werewolf son, a Muggle thousands of miles away from her wizard husband, grinned. I miss you too. "I got quite a few odd looks earlier in a wizard tavern when I requested that they play that song you used to like. 'Seafoam Sky.' The jukebox actually told me that I was a hopeless romantic, and I couldn't really argue with bewitched machinery."
A few weeks before he had proposed to her, Dan had taken Adele dancing at a Muggle club. By then she knew about his magic; but this foray into her world wasn't a first. This time, however, he had slipped a small glass bauble into her hands as her favorite song finished. "It'll play the song for you, 'Dalia," he murmured, "when you hold it up to your ear."
And then he had made some of lullabies for a toddling Remus. She didn't know where they were now. Lost in the clutter somewhere. A few months after the fateful full moon, Remus, still a sweet child, had asked his daddy to record some stories onto the sound-globes.
She hadn't seen those in years, either. Her son probably still had them somewhere... at least he had a way to hear his father's voice, despite the man's absence. Dan truly did love their son...
Adele turned to her own paper. "I miss you too, Danny." She scribbled without precursor. Tugging a blanket that lay in a heap on the floor, she sunk back into her husband's letters.
He rambled on for quite a while in his sweet way. Telling stories about his school, Hogwarts. Telling stories that she had originally told to him about her muggle school. Neither of which their son could experience. It wasn't fair. Adele could clearly remember how he was before that night, such a happy child, creative at even a young age. And now he would be thwarted in whatever future he strove for. And he knew it. He shouldn't know it, he was too young, but he did know. And he was still sweet and thoughtful.
She could remember vividly when Dan had made a decision; he wanted desperately to be part of Remus' family, but part of him needed to escape their little house. And to look for a cure, though chances of finding one were slim.
"Once in Hogwarts, I had Potions with the Hufflepuffs, and the teacher asked about some cure for- aw hell, I forget what it was for, but anyway- he asked where we would go to find it, and no one raised their hands. And the Hufflepuffs looked expectantly at us, like we should know because we were Ravenclaws, and... well, Addy, I guess I am gonna have to know now. I want to love my son, Ad, and I can do it from a distance, trying to help him. Just... teach him that I'm a part of the family."
Remus' mother stared at the next part of the letter. "Adali- I'm sure I told you 'bout Professor Dippet, the head of Hogwarts- and you met him once, too, soon after Remus was born. Well, he's not there anymore. I was contacted by Professor Dumbledore, formerly a teacher at HogW.'s, and he's really influential. And he's head now. And he hinted that he might want to talk to me- us- about Remus.
"Don't get Rem's hopes up. But... maybe you can tell him some of the Hogwarts stories I told you? And send them with love from his dad."
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To Be Continued. It'll get more Remus-centric soon.