Flashback is in italics...
Charlie sat on the work top idly, he stared at his grazed knee and poked it. Charlie didn't mind the pain, his transformations were much worse...
Charlie sat in the cellar facing his dad, his head hurt and he felt terrible. This was his first transformation and he felt physically sick from nerves. He knew it was going to hurt, dad had told him when he had asked- Remus had been very reluctant to admit it to Charlie, but he thought the boy should know the truth as opposed to a lie. He counted down the minutes, there were 12 left.
'Charlie, trust me, you'll be fine. I've done it before tonnes of times, it'll be over by tomorrow morning!' Remus said from the darkness, desperately trying to comfort and console Charlie. The darkness engulfing them did nothing to quench his fear, it filled it and multiplied it.
'But, it's gonna hurt so much.' Charlie whimpered.
'Yes, but I'll be here. I'll help. Trust me cub. Please, I love you so much.' Remus said as he scooted across the floor to hug Charlie. The pair sat in silence, waiting whilst Remus hugged Charlie.
'Charlie Lupin, remember, no matter what happens tonight I still love you. I'm going to move over a bit so when it happens I won't hurt you. I love you, see you tomorrow.'
'Ok, love you daddy.' Charlie mumbled, but Remus' heightened senses picked it up. He kissed Charlie and walked a few metres away.
A shaft of moonlight spilt through the window, Charlie froze. His body was burning. It was burning. He was burning. He his head was going to explode from agony. Pain shot through him and burnt down any previous thoughts of not screaming. He screamed and screamed. His guts were moving, his bones cracking. He screamed in agony and terror, he was going to die. He wouldn't survive. This was it. He felt his body grow and his face elongate. Hair sprouted out of his sweat covered skin. Oh Merlin, sweet Merlin's baggiest y-fronts. He screamed again, until his voice broke into a howl and the pain subsided. He sniffed the air cautiously. Someone else was down here, another wolf. An older wolf.
His amber eyes swept around the room, they stopped when he saw another wolf with sandy hair sitting in the room, waiting. He growled weakly and the sandy haired wolf growled back, a warning, a sign that he was in charge. As this was his first transformation, the wolf was infant sized and barely had enough power to move, he stumbled on his way away from the sandy wolf and tried to hide, but to no avail, he stumbled and fell. Upon seeing this, the larger wolf walked over and picked up the little wolf by the scruff and brought him over to a corner where the large wolf proceeded to sleep.
The little wolf was weak and knew that the sandy wolf was the alpha, he was the pack. A lonely pack, such a lonely pack that it only consisted of two.
After two hours, he was bored. Very bored. In fact, so bored he had resorted to biting himself. He bit himself stupidly, despite the fact each bite hurt him and caused him to yip out loud. The sandy wolf put a stop to this after 4 hours after realising what he had been doing, the sandy wolf had been sleeping and had awoken to his yips. But by then the damage was done, he had cuts over him and blood was all over him, he had a deep cut down his face, the sandy wolf showed him to lick his cuts, to groom. He found this very satisfying and felt good to his sore body. The sandy wolf tried to talk to the little wolf, but as the little wolf was so small and young, he couldn't comprehend what the adult wolf was saying. He had no measure of how long he had been down here, but it was tiring and boring.
The little wolf took small faltering steps, the sandy wolf a few inches to the side, propping him up whenever he stumbled. The larger wolf barked something that resembled laughter.
REMUS' POV:
I nudged Charlie back up, he was so cute as a cub. I watched him take a few small steps and when he fell pushed him back up again. The potion obviously hadn't worked - like I had thought it wouldn't - and had no idea who I was, it was rather cute really. After 20 minutes or so of this walking, I tried speaking to him again:
'Cub, how are you at the moment?'
All I got back was a playful bark that meant nothing and a light bite to my tail. My suspicsions were confirmed: Charlie had the mind of an infant cub.
GENERAL POV:
The sandy wolf initiated him in a play fight, chasing him slowly around the dark room, nipping him when he got caught, but so not to break the skin, he had done that enough already. The atmosphere changed, the air grew still and the mood darkened. The sun was rising. He felt his bones crack back into place, his skin move and change. Charlie regained awareness. He felt the pain inside him reach breaking point. His face shortened and he scream was no longer a howl. He was left sobbing on the floor, not yet completely conscious.
'Charlie?' a voice croaked from the darkness.
'Yes?' he whispered 'Daddy? Is it you?'
'Yeah cub, it is. You don't sound so good. Are you ok? You had a rough night last night.' Remus informed him.
'I hurt dad.'
'It's ok, we'll fix you up. Come on.' Remus scooped up the battered Charlie into his weakened arms and carried the almost unconscious cub up the stairs and into the kitchen, where he proceeded towards the potions cabinet and took out bandages and pain relief potions.
He took his first proper look at Charlie. The small boy had gashes down his body and bite marks along his arms, legs and chest. He had blood in his hair and dried on his skin. Remus watched the small boy carefully, before cleaning up the wounds and administering a pain reliever, he wrapped the wounds in the bandages and cuddled the scrap of a boy affectionately until they were both fast asleep. Charlie would have those scars for a long time Remus thought.
Compared to that, his grazed knee was nothing Charlie thought. He looked in the mirror across from him, he still had the scar along his face, a pale slash embedded in his skin. Added to his slightly tanned, skinny complexion, Charlie looked like the average skinny lad, that just looked slightly... Slightly... Well very much really, like he had been through a few wars. His arms were almost healed from scratches after visiting Madame Pompfrey at Hogwarts with daddy after a particularly nasty full moon. Charlie looked longingly at the window. Today, Charlie hopefully should be getting his Hogwarts letter. He was desperate, he already could control his magic and was already powerful.
A different flasback:
Charlie flicked his skinny wrist at the dirty washing in the kitchen, he had seen his daddy doing it, he could too. He pushed his magic through his wrist and hands whilst thinking the spell he had found in 'The male book of how to live in a house Vol. 1' it was scourgify. He thought with all his might and gave a flick, to his amazement when he opened his eyes, the dishes were cleaning themselves and the rubbish flying towards the bin. Charlie was ecstatic. He was magic. He knew he was, he had done accidental magic in front of dad, but this was different. This was on purpose.
From then on, Charlie spent hours learning and mastering wandless spells and different types of magic. He could do all the spells in the Standard Book of Spells grades 1 to 5 wandless and non-verbally and he had started the grade 6 ones with words but no wand. He was an occlumens and a legilimens. He found occlumens very easy and could do it properly within a month - werewolves have natural occlumenyc anyway, it just requires building up he found. Legilimency, Charlie could do within two. At school, Charlie was top of the class and officially a genius, which Charlie quite liked. Remus helped Charlie with advanced studies, such as advanced arithmancy and ancient runes, but apart from that the only thing Remus helped Charlie with was pranks.
Charlie loved pranks and he spent many a hour planning and performing pranks. Charlie couldn't wait until his dad officially made him a Marauder, he had been longing for the sacred title ever since he heard of them. His nickname? Moony... Jr. Charlie loved it. But Remus still called him cub. Charlie didn't mind, he actually quite liked it really, it was an affectionate term, something Charlie craved. Ever since the Durselys, Charlie had loved having a dad, he had loved any show or form of affection and loved giving it to someone. A particular favourite was Remus. Charlie loved Remus, he adored him, in his eyes, Remus was the best man ever to exist- maybe apart from his mum and dad, but he had never truly met them, so he wouldn't know. Remus came out of the shower with a fluffy white towel around his waist, his hair was spiky from the wet and his eyes bright and twinkling. He grinned a crazy grin at Charlie and slipped on a t-shirt and pulled on a pair of trackies over his pants which he had pulled on under his towel. Charlie gave him a hug and a kiss and then walked back to the work top and jumped onto it, his knee forgotten.
Suddenly, Charlie heard a rap at the window and turned around to see a wide-eyed barn owl with a yellowed letter in his mouth. A Hogwarts letter. Charlie squealed and ran towards the window, where he grabbed the letter from where the owl had left it and ran his finger excitedly along the seal. He read the letter aloud to a proud and excited Remus.
"
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster : Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Mr. Lupin,
The kitchen,
Lupin cottage,
Normandy,
France.
Dear Mr. Lupin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have qualified for a place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. However, due to your condition, - " Charlie's heart plummeted, he stopped reading aloud and read ahead quietly "certain arrangements must be made-" Charlie felt much happier ", I wish for you and your father to meet me at hogwarts with professor Dumbledore for a meeting to discuss possibilities. I must inform you that your condition must be kept a secret, for both you and the headmaster's sakes.'
Charlie looked at Remus, his face blank from emotion, Remus looked at Charlie, his face engulfed in anxiety.
'Dad...' Charlie began' I'm GOING TO HOGWARTS!' Charlie shouted, his mask broken and a joyful yet slightly wild look coming through.
'YES! Go Charlie!' Remus pinched the air before runnin over and swinging Charlie in his arms. They hugged and cried with joy for a long time until Remus decided his stomach was in need of food and they ate breakfast together, chatter filling the room.
A/N: disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER AND THE QUOTE FROM THE PS THAT I TOOK AND ADAPTED WAS ORIGINALLY JKR'S WORK! I TAKE NO CREDIT!
Sorry, but I don't want an earful from some picky person. Hahaha lol x thanks for reading.
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