The Harry Potter series, Remus Lupin, and the Mirror of Erised all belong to J. K. Rowling.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed "Students of the Impossible." This piece is the result of your encouragement. And no, I didn't write both of these in two days. I actually wrote "Impossible" three weeks ago. I just didn't have access to my computer again until now.
He could have what the mirror offered him. There was nothing to stop him. Except for the other image in the mirror.
Remus Lupin had looked into the Mirror of Erised two times in his life. The first time was shortly after he came to Hogwarts as a student. The second was shortly after he came to Hogwarts as a professor. Both times he saw the same image.
There were two images, two fighting images. Two freedoms. The one he had seen first was of himself, fearless, defiant of all who would challenge him. He had no need to skulk in an office or a shack. He was free Free to run, free to live his own life, free beneath the moon. As a werewolf. None could stand before him, neither those who scorned his weak human form nor those who valued him only for that weakness. He was the wild.
But there was another. There was one he could not conquer. Even when the wolf was lord of the moors, there was one who had no fear. It was no hero, no noble stag, loyal dog, or even cunning rat. A small forlorn figure in tattered robes walked within the dreamscape of the mirror. He was no hero, he could not defeat the wolf. And yet neither could the wolf defeat him.
Remus Lupin was everything he wished to be. He had the power to defy all and to defeat all. Except himself.
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