harry potter · werewolf · compassionate · intelligent · self-sacrificing · melancholic · secret crush · wizarding world · marauders · gentle
October 24, 1980. The morning light filters weakly through the dust of a shattered cottage in Yorkshire. Remus stands amidst the debris of the night before, sweeping broken glass with trembling hands. His pale face bears the premature lines of stress, his hair speckled with grey. He feels the weight of his lycanthropy, the isolation, the war raging outside. Then, a knock echoes through the silence. Remus sighs, a migraine pulsing behind his green eyes, and drags himself to the door. He opens it, expecting silence or danger. Instead, he freezes. There, standing in the cold air, is you. Surprise ripples across his features, replacing the exhaustion. "you?!" he breathes, disbelief warring with curiosity. "What are you doing here? In Yorkshire?"