Hi.
So, there were not a lot of fics featuring werewolves as the main character. (Believe me, I checked.) and, honestly, I was kinda sad there wasn't any more werewolves HP/TMI fanfics, so I decided to write my own.
And here we are.
Set a during OotP and after CoHF.
Disclaimer: Characters and belong to Cassandra Clare and JK Rowling, plot is mine.
Word count: 1783
Of Werewolves and Vampire
Remus Lupin sighed, lugging a heavy suitcase behind him as he trudged through Downtown, New York's pouring October rain.
Dumbledore, as clever as that man was, insisted to send him on another 'Recruit the werewolves!' mission. He should know by now those missions almost never succeeded.
But Dumbledore insisted.
So, that was how Lupin found himself in America out of all places, travel worn and soaked to the bone, looking up wearily at a small inn.
"Let's just get this over with," the man muttered, before taking a deep breath and strolled purposefully into the inn. The inn itself was small, with only an old woman behind the front counter. Her chin resting on her chest, and she was snoring loudly. She was obviously a muggle, Remus could sense it. He suspected it was his inner wolf that told him so, as it was always a presence he felt, but never really questioned these things.
He walked up to the old desk, knocking his knuckles on the wood as he approached. His goal was to wake the old woman up, but that didn't seem to be happening any time soon.
She continued snoring.
Remus pursed his lips, almost McGonagall-like, and tried again.
"Excuse me," Remus said gently, reaching over the counter to tap the woman on the shoulder.
Tap tap. Tap tap.
"Excuse me," Remus said, a bit louder this time. During this, he grabbed the woman's shoulder and started shaking it. "EXCUSE ME!"
"WHa-who-um, uh, hello, sir. How may I help you?" The old woman jerked awake, jumping up in her chair, causing Remus to back up a few steps.
Remus slapped on what he hoped was a convincing and reassuring smile, and stepped forward again. "I would like to book a room for the night, please. One on the ground floor preferably."
"Oh, um, yes. Of course," the woman said, furiously rearranging her papers and attempting to clean up her desk.
She fished out a small room key, handed it to Remus, made him sign some papers and hand over some cash. The normal routine.
Good thing he remembered to exchange some wizarding currency for muggle ones, Remus thought as he clutched his spare change in his hand.
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Remus wanted to hit himself for being so utterly, completely stupid.
He was lying on the bed of his little room for the night, his suitcase opened and sprawled across the floor. Amidst the furious packing and last minute warnings, he had completely forgotten what day it was tonight.
It was a very important day. It happened every single month, and resulting Remus bearing fresh scars in his earlier years
The full moon.
The flipping full moon.
Remus could not bring the wolfsbane potion during apperiation; too much magic during one travel route could cause very lasting damage. That's why he had planned to purchase it when he got to America.
But it was too late now. No potions store would be open at 11:24 at night.
This was not the first time a full moon without wolfsbane happened. His time at Hogwarts was full of them.
But this was America. A strange new land. He didn't know where people would and would not be. The forest nearby could be a campground for all he knew. Filled with humans. He didn't want to hurt anyone. He was scared, so scared of having to know he inflicted the curse on someone else. An innocent person, plagued with the curse of the werewolf, and it would be his fault, it was all just—
"Aurgh!" Remus's fist collided with the bedframe, wood and cotton flying everywhere.
A normal human being, even a witch or wizard for the matter, couldn't have made such a mess, but Remus was a werewolf. And that ment enhanced strength and stamina, one of the few very limited up sides to lycanthropy.
The only thing that he really could do was cast protection and restraint spells around the room to make sure he didn't get out. To make sure he didn't hurt anyone. Those spells weren't the best, they could be occasionally breached, especially if the day was nearing the full moon, because a werewolf/wizard's magic became wilder and harder to control during the full moon phase.
Sighing for the uptemph time today, Remus started the protection spells. He really hoped this was going to work as planned. He needed luck.
But, of course, when did luck ever find Remus Lupin?
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Remus could feel the moon. It was up in the sky now. He knew the change was coming.
But knowing about it didn't make it any less painful.
Pain.
He looked out the window. The misty rain mixed in with the moon's white glow was just simply beautiful.
Pain.
Remus took a sudden breath in. He hunched over, clutching his stomach. Hair sprouted his back, his legs becoming more muscular and furrier in the matter of minutes.
He knew his inner wolf (or as it was dubbed years ago by James and Sirius, Moony,) was taking over. That Remus Lupin was being ripped out of control and consciousness. He knew.
Please, he prayed. Please let the protection spells hold.
Black swarmed his vision, slowly but surely taking over.
The last thing Remus saw before losing consciousness was a girl. One he surely never met before. A girl with dark chocolate brown skin and curly dark brown hair, no older than 25. She had eyes as yellow and vicious as his own.
A name. A name for the girl flashed in his mind.
Maia Roberts.
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"No, but still. Wouldn't you contact lung cancer?"
"Maia, I don't need to breathe, hence I have no use of my lungs, so I think I'm fine."
"But Lily! Come on! Vampire or not, those cigarettes are going to be the death of you!"
"I'm already dead," said none other than the leader of the New York Vampire clan, Lillian Chen. And Lily, with a cigarette between her teeth and red lips, was currently having another argument with Maia Roberts about the very thing halfway down her throat.
Maia sighed. "It's an expression. And all this smoke is clouding up my office. Unlike you, I still need to breathe!"
Lily resisted the urge to roll her eyes, violet contacts and all. "It's just smoke."
"It's smoke, no just!" Maia exclaimed, jumping off the worn wooden desk and throwing her hands in the air.
Lily stared at her. The usual even tempered pack leader seemed … off.
Noticing Lily's concerned face, Maia took a few deep breaths to calm herself down.
"Ugh. Sorry Lils," Maia moaned. "The full moon is getting on my nerves. Combined with the tutoring of the newer wolfs because *Iloa Dawn 'couldn't handle it', well, lets just say I'm really on nerves."
A small breath escaped the vampires lips. "Is 'on nerves' an actual thing?"
"... probably not?"
"Anyways, it's fine. You wanna go into the woods for a lap or two? I hadn't had a good hunt since forever," replied Lily, busily snuffing out the rest of her cigar with the toe of her 6-inch, high heeled boots.
"You know what, that is a great idea. Just let me tell Bat and the others where I'm going."
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The wind was whistling in her ears, the rhythm of her paws hitting the forest floor like a mantra in her head.
Tha-Thump.
Tha-Thump.
Tha-Thump.
This was what she was missing. This, not being coped up in an office all day.
Thank whoever she was supposed to thank she had people like Lily and Bat.
The moon gleamed high in the sky, washing everything it touched with an unearthly white glow. It was raining, too. But Maia supposed a little rain won't dampen her mood today. She felt so free.
Beside her, Maia could feel Lily running, fangs out and sharp, feet barely touching the ground. She was weaving in and out of the trees with this unnatural grace, only reserved for vampires. She had changed into something more suitable, now in an oversized hoodie, acid washed jeans and leather combat boots. The Leader of the Downtown New York Pack and the Leader of the New York Vampire Clan, running together like it was no big deal.
Funny, Maia thought. A few months ago, if someone told me one of my bestest friends was a vampire, I would probably kick them in the no-no parts and told them to go check into a mental institution. I guess war changes us all.
She was so deep in thought she didn't notice when the other girl came to an abrupt stop right in front of her. And she probably would have kept on running if Lily's arm didn't suddenly clamp down on her back leg.
"Maia!" Lily hissed, pulling (More like dragging, Maia thought) her back towards the other girl, with Maia still in my wolf form. "Change back!'
Maia rolled her eyes and glared at the other girl, but she did as she was told. Within seconds, Maia was a normal, yellow eyed New Yorker again, and a normal, yellow eyed wolf. She then turned to stare at the vampire.
"What?" Maia asked quietly, concerned. What little color Lily had in her cheeks slipped away. Her eyes were wide as marbles.
Maia had never seen Lily so shocked, (Other than the time she was informed Rafael was killed, or the first time a mundane was killed in front of her, or when she realized just how dangerous Maia herself was. (After she killed Maureen with Holy Water injected into her skin. Like, who would have ever thought of that?)) and it worried her. Lily's eyes were staring—no, not at her. At the space behind her.
Turning around slowly, eyes narrowing, Maia decided to partially transform herself. Just her hands and nails, nothing more. One can never be too careful, right?
Just as her body twisted to meet what was scaring Lily so much, her eyes closed tight and her mind raced with a million thoughts.
Heart hammering, Maia cracked open one eye.
What she saw startled her.
She was face to face with another werewolf. It was a werewolf, alright, Maia could sense it.
But not just any werewolf, oh, no.
This one had a crazed look in it's eyes, and scars all over its face and muzzle.
That could only mean one thing. Maia had come face to face with a long-time werewolf with no control whatsoever. And that meant it was probably going to attack any second now.
And Maia did the very thing she told herself she wouldn't do, all those years ago.
She screamed.
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*OC. She's one of the more respected, or higher up members of the pack.
AN: WElp. That's that. Found this on my computer one day and thought, hey, why not post?
It's unlikely I'll ever come back to this, so, y'all just treat it as a one-shot, please. This was just a plot bunny I wrote ... a year ago. Oh, joy. Am I bad at organization or what?
With that said, this is as completed as it'll ever be, yeah? Stay safe, friends.
- Mei