The Perfect Cure?
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of J.K Rowling's terrific Harry Potter books nor do I own any of the characters of the cartoon X- men:Evolution. I do however own the plot, though not the idea, for those cannot entirely be owned.
Warnings: This is going to be pretty alternate universe. It has the earlier generation of Hogwarts students attending in our era of time so it can fit to the cartoon. Also I am highly considering making this slash, but I can't say for sure, just to be forewarned. And remember this will be a crossover.
Summary: In his six year at Hogwarts Remus Lupin thinks he's found the perfect cure to his lycanthropy. But he soon finds nothing is perfect and while losing his lycanthropy, begins to develop other dangerous abilities. And they might just put Hogwarts at risk. The staff decides something must be done.
Sixteen year old Remus Lupin woke up that day to a brighter shining sun, a more pleasantly chirping bird and a real smile plastered onto his pale face. That morning, Remus Lupin had woken up entirely human.
The year was 2004 and it was Remus's sixth year of being a student to the wizarding school known as Hogwarts.
The boy had been accepted to the school on account of the fact that he had come from a wizarding household or, in other more accurate terms, his single father was a wizard. He had potential for magical abilities it seemed, but he had almost been denied the privilege of attending Hogwarts.
While most parents certainly thought their child was the most singular or most spectacular of their age, Remus truly did acquire something that set him apart from the others. It wasn't something he could flaunt or brag about, and it was nothing he could be proud of or use to his advantage. At least he had never thought of it that way.
What made Remus different, though not one of a kind, was the misfortune that his adolescent curiosity had bestowed upon him as a small child. He was, from a very early age, always perceptive of the world around him. He loved pictures and stories and music and nature. Anything that could give a better understanding of the earth he called home, he loved.
So why shouldn't he love traveling and discovering different cultures? Who ever said that a child had to be afraid of the unknown? Certainly not Remus. And it had always been a point he had wanted to prove. That he was as adventurous and brave and extraordinary as the woman he called mother.
His mother's archeology digs had given him and his father the opportunity to go to many amazing places and see many amazing things. His mother knew nothing of the magical realm in which his father's past and some of his present had always dwelled. But a late night incident in France had caused her to find out.
Remus's father was originally from France, though the Lupin family lived in England, his mother's beloved homeland. However even with England and its wonders every heart tends to long for home, and his father's seemed to feel a calling to familiar sights in the seventh year of Remus's life.
It had been a simple little welcome home party thrown by Remus's grandparents and Aunts, of whom he had three on his father's side. A family get together of sorts so that they could be ensured to see Remus's father on one of his seldom visits. The party had been the uncomfortable setting of chatting adults that were so eager to catch up that the moment Remus had asked his mother if he could go outside she had nodded and said, "If you want sweetheart."
And he had wanted to. So he did just that. He had simply walked out the back door of his grandparents secluded home. He walked and looked and observed the beautiful full moon and bright stars above him. He admired his grandfather's gardens and the propped up pictures his grandmother would paint and often forget to take inside. And most of all he admired the lake.
Water was so amazing to him because when you were inside of it, it did not protest. It simply rippled and then went back to the way it was. He loved it because when he would swim beneath its surface he wasn't touching the ground nor was he holding on to anything. He was just floating....flying it seemed. It awed him because he could sit next to it for hours and just stare into its natural mirror and not have to worry about breaking it.
But that night his reflection hadn't been the only one that he had seen on the lake's surface. At one point in the night he had looked at himself and saw somebody behind him He said somebody because the figure looked very much alive.
The funny thing about mirrors, Remus's mother had always told him, was that they never lied, no matter how horrible the image you saw it would only be the agonizing truth.
So Remus knew that the large and thin being that was crouched at the knees and hunched at the shoulders had to be real. The hairy body and snarling snout were no figments of his imagination. So he turned and looked and eyed the being with curiosity.
Remus wasn't afraid of what he saw, his parent always told him that there was nothing to fear except for fear itself. And his parents were always right. At least that was what his brain had told him.
Nearly ten seconds into his observation the seven year old boy had stood up and decided to go to the house and tell his parent that there was someone outside.
He never made it to the door, though his shocked screams did.
To say Remus was lucky to escape with his life was an understatement. Yet to say he escaped the 'creature' unscathed would be a lie. The scars on his stomach and bite marks on his ankles were proof of that. Needless to say his mother had been shocked at his state when she and Remus's father had rushed to their son's aid. And so she had been told of her husband's past and Remus's possible future and what exactly the creature running away had been.
She didn't scream and she had no intention of fainting, there was nothing more humiliating in Clara Lupin's mind. She simple nodded and prayed that there son would be okay. And he would be...one day. Though everyday until then he would live with what was thought of as a 'curse', an irreversible curse. A curse that the Lupin's did not try to find a cure for in fear of antagonizing their young child.
Remus had resigned to the change in his life, not being one to complain and being graceful enough to be happy he was alive. Though he wasn't too enthusiastic about his situation he never once tried to find a cure.
Until one day a cure found him.