And here's one more. This prompt is Remus Lupin. This one is sad, so let's just do it.
Remus knew what was going to happen. He had known for the last three weeks, ever since the night Fenrir Greyback had attacked him. Tonight would be his first full moon. He would be a true werewolf for the first time, and he was terrified.
"Five years old!" his mother had exclaimed, for his birthday had been days after the event. "This is no childhood for him, Lyall! There must be something!"
"I feel the same way, Hope, but all the healers say that there's nothing for it." His father was rarely cheerful anymore. His voice was defeated, beaten down. He had appeared to age fifteen years these last fifteen years.
"Come down, Remus," Lyall called from downstairs. Remus closed the book he'd tried to distract himself with, and went down.
The family had agreed that Remus and Lyall would go into their field for the duration of the night. They didn't want to risk him hurting anybody. Hope had been against both of them going.
"I don't want you hurt, either,' she said to Lyall.
"This is all my fault." He replied. "I need to be there for him. He shouldn't be alone the first time."
Arriving downstairs, Remus saw his father waiting, barely suppressing tears. Hope was not being discreet about her distress, tears streaming down her face.
Unable to keep a brave front any longer, Remus ran into his mother's arms. His own tears blurred his vision as they embraced. "You'll be alright, sweetheart," she choked out.
Lyall checked his watch. "Come on, Remy. We don't want to cut it too close," He said softly. Remus disentangled himself from his mother, and grabbed his father's hand.
"I'm ready."