Minor twilight bashing

It had been a three short weeks since Remus had woken up from his transformation to find a wolf cub in the basement, instead of Charlie. The furry bullet, as Remus called him jokingly, had grown an inch and could now walk properly, which was a vast improvement from a week and a half ago:

A minute, golden brown wolf cub lay by a roaring orange fire, its green eyes concealed by their weary lids. Remus sat on the cream settee in front of the fire contentedly, his eyes subconsciously fixed on the wolf cub. The corners of his lips twitched upwards before returning to their normal residence. The cub sat up shakily and cocked his head at Remus, recognised his scent and then walked slowly and carefully over to him, he reached a metre away before stumbling, only to be caught by Remus, who decided that they should both be going to bed as it was getting later on in the evening. Remus held the cub to his chest and stood up, little did he know that the cub was calmly listening to his heart beat for reassurance and in affection. Whilst being carried up the stairs, the cub let out a large yawn and fell into a peaceful slumber, to his carer's amusement. Remus chuckled and proceeded to carefully place the cub at the end of his bed before slipping into his blue stripey pyjamas and into bed.

The next morning when Remus awoke, he felt a warm weight on his chest, when he looked down, he recieved a faceful of brown fur. He sat up and, to the bullet's upset, rolled the bullet off his onto the bed. The bullet let out a playful growl and bounced towards Remus before engaging him in a large, amusing take out. Remus sighed happily, got out of his mahogany bed, laid the green covers straight and moved towards the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and had a shower before going to the kitchen to make breakfast.

When he reached the kitchen, he found cub on the tiled floor, his tail wagging and looking at Remus expectantly, when Remus filled his dish with meat, he jumped up at him and then ran over to the dish and quite literally wolfed it down -if you'll pardon the pun. He then went towards Remus and sat next to his chair, not pestering him, just waiting for him to finish, so Remus could let him out and he could play in the surrounding woodland. Remus continued eating his muesli, however, there was one thing on his mind: could it be possible that Charlie's mind was in there somewhere, still acting and controlling, but not out right dominant? This was not typical wolf behaviour, especially not in a cub, but still possible. Remus pushed the thought out of his mind, finished his muesli, walked over to the back door, cub in tow, opened it and let the wolf cub run out. The cub made five metres before it fell over face first. Remus shook his head and walked back into the house. He had set up wards that prohibited the cub from leaving and he knew the cub was too small and young to go far. When the cub returned after half an hour, Remus initiated him in a wrestle- which the cub won twice and Remus once- before levitating him when he wasn't concentrating, this Remus found particularly funny as the cub gave a bark of indignation and then tried to chase him which the cub shortly realised wouldn't work. This trick amused Remus for quite a while.

Now, Remus was certain that Charlie had retained some of his extremely advanced mind due to a series of unlikely events:

Firstly, when the cub woke up from what seemed to be a nightmare, he ran straight to Remus and hid under the covers until Remus fished him out and rocked him back to sleep. Secondly, Nev came round with his grandmother to drop an invitation round and the cub initiated him in light , no-teeth play to the group's surprise. Nev was more shocked that Remus owned a playful wolf!

And finally, when Remus called Charlie out in a moment of confusion, the cub came bounding up to him and curled around his feet. This was the thing that Remus felt proved his theory.

Remus had officially dubbed the cub Lupus and was planning to surprise Charlie after the full moon with enrolement into the Marauders. Remus grinned at nothing in particular, Lupus saw this and cocked his furry brown head, Remus shrugged whilst smirking and the cub have him a'Yeah, yeah, whatever.' look. Remus growled playfully before scooping up cub and sticking him in a head lock and scuffling his head. To which Lupus growled at before nipping Remus in the upper arm but as not to break the skin.

Remus sat on the sofa wearily, work had been difficult today: some random person had told him that he should go join Sirius in Azkaban - he wasn't sure why this person had brought up what had happened ages ago, almost ten years! It wasn't as if he had met the man before, but he was used to prejudice. Then he had been told that he had to make sure that he was at the top of the employees or he was sure to go, it was ignored that he was one of the best accountants at the agency, naturally. And now he was absolutely exhausted, but a furry wolf licking his face with its little tongue was a perk.

It was the day of the full moon, Lupus was restless and agitated, no doubt to do with his up and coming transformation Remus thought.

'Come on cub, let's get you some food and then we can relax and do stuff. I don't mind really, we can go for a run about outside? Or wrestle. You choose. Go outside?' the cub nodded and barked 'Off we go! ALLONSY! As you would say!' and with that he opened the door and they bolted outside into the woodland.

CHARLIE/CUB POV:

I ran along a thin, dusty path into the undergrowth, my paws pounded the hard, lifeless ground. I sped around a corner into the thicket, I bounded under bushes, jumped over fallen trees and chased animals. I stopped and sniffed the air... Rabbit. I crouched and sent my probing ear upwards, twitching when I heard a sound. A twig cracked, I flicked my head around so fast I got a crick in my neck. There it was, a little grey rabbit, with tall alert ears and a twitching nose. It could smell me, but I was too fast. I pounced and brought down the rabbit in one spinal cord severing bite, its head was bent back on its body, its eyes rolled back, blank, glass like, dead. I inwardly shuddered as my human side recoiled at what I had done and what I was going to do, whilst my wolf side yipped with glee and was eager to eat its prey. I let my wolf side take control and I devoured the rabbit until it was no more than a bare backbone and rib cage with a loose skull nearby. I fidgeted. I was unoccupied, lost in nothingness and bored. Then I heard dad call out, I bounded towards him and when I saw him crouched down, I leaped into his arms and nuzzled my face against him. I was restless, but my daddy always helped.

Evening grew closer and soon the sun had started to set, dusk had fallen. I followed dad into the open basement and watched as he bolted the doors, I noticed how pale an haggard he looked, he looked seriously ill! Did I look like that too before I transformed? I must do, I am the same as him. The air thickened and I exhaled rapidly, it was coming. I watched daddy in the corner, my eyes wide with fear and longing. What was going to happen? What would I see and hear? I shivered as the first moon beam fell through the window and then I froze, dad was shaking violently. His face was screwed up in pain, his hands were clenched and his body scrunched up like he had been kicked. He had been kicked, he was being kicked inside as every second passed. I stood there waiting my eyes fixed on him as he changed, he started to scream, long inhuman screams that filled the room, echoing around the black walls. He screams subsided as they turned into howls. I heard his bones crack and reform. I saw the hair sprout out of his normally tanned skin. He had almost changed, with one final screaming howl, I saw his bright blue eyes dull as amber crept in from the already dilated pupils, he let out one final scream and the change was complete. Did I really go through all that every full moon? Blimey, it's no wonder I have all these scars! I felt my wolf mind creep further and further into my human mind, all my occlumency couldn't block it, I tried to force it back, I pushed back. The wolf side was wild and untameable. It crept into my mind and with a final cry of 'I love you daddy.' I let it in.

I stared out into the darkened room. In the corner stood a weak, semi-conscious wolf, I walked over, sniffing the bitter air as I went. I knew who it was. It was my sire. My pack. My challenger. I knew that I was still too small to do anything to change this, so I walked over hesitantly and nudged him. In return, I was stared at by knowing amber eyes. Knowing of what, I was yet to find out.

The larger wolf walked into the centre of the room, sniffing the air as he moved. I followed him intently, shadowing his every move, he realised this and looked at me again, looking right into my heart. He howled something at me that I couldn't fully understand: 'I...Cub...Let's go.' so I followed him some more. When we reached the second room, I initiated him in some wrestling and play fighting, which he won nearly all of them.

Eventually, the night started to come to an end and I fell to sleep alongside the older wolf. What seemed like a few seconds later, I awoke. However, to my displeasure, the other wolf -Moony I think he said- wasn't. So I resorted to my favourite time wasting activity: biting and scratching myself. I scratched and bit myself until I was bleeding so badly that the older wolf woke up from not only my yips and howls, but the fact that he had rolled into some of my blood. Not nice. Not nice at all.

I got a dirty look for that.

Soon, the moon fell lower and lower into the sky, dawn broke.

Pain hit me like it never had before.

It was like someone had torn me apart whilst I was still awake, like someone had run me over with a train... Like someone had forced me to watch twilight.

The pain ripped me to pieces, engulfing me in endless pain. It seemed like hours. Hours of screaming. Burning. Bleeding. Blackness. Torture. I don't know how long the torment lasted, it seemed like I had been stuck there in the red pain, I refused to enter the white emptiness. The void. I knew that it meant one thing: death. That one thing was the only thing that stopped me from entering the white bliss, the knowing that I would never see dad until he died- which I hoped wouldn't be for a while. It was that love for him that kept me here, in the pain. I know it seems all like something Dumbledore would say, but it's true. Love kept me going.

Besides. I'm too young to die.

REMUS' POV:

I sat in the morning sunlight panting, the air stuttering as it entered and exited my lungs. Exhaustion was settling in, no more could the adrenalin keep me up. Until I heard something. Charlie screaming. That meant one thing: he was back to normal. It also meant another thing; he was in extreme pain. I dragged myself over to be next to him, holding his almost human body in my arms, he couldn't do anything to me. He was almost human, he only had to make the final effort to expel the wolf and reset his bones and he was back. Back to his dad. I couldn't wait. His breathing was laboured, he really was going through torment, I held him closer, I felt his body stiffen and shake before a crack resounded and half amber, half bluey green eyes stared up at me.

'Dad?' he croaked.

'Oh cub! I've missed you. I've missed you so much. I love you son!' I whispered into his hair. I took one final look as his pupils diluted and then suddenly contracted and all the amber was gone, leaving the greeny blue I loved so much.

'Let's go son, we have some business to catch up on!'

A/N: thanks for reading, I need ideas for which house to stick Charlie into! Slytherin or Gryffindor? He's not a Hufflepuff and he's too courageous and brave for a Ravenclaw... Maybe a different new house? Hmmm... I wonder...

Anyways thanks for reading please comment and promo me please! Xx