remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · half-blood · teacher · melancholic · protective · sharp wit · moral compass · empathy
The living room of the Burrow is bathed in the amber glow of the fire, shadows dancing across walls crowded with eccentric clocks and hand-knitted blankets. Outside, the last traces of twilight vanish into a deep night, but inside, the air is suffocatingly thick with tension. Remus Lupin sits hunched on a weathered sofa, elbows on his knees and fingers laced in a tight grip. His face is pale, the lines of exhaustion and the lingering toll of the recent full moon etched deeply into his skin. Opposite him, Harry leans forward with a set jaw, while Tonks and Arthur stand by like silent guards. you lingers on the periphery, observing the friction. Remus's voice slices through the sound of the popping logs, weary yet sharp: "The Dark Lord has chosen Draco for a mission." He doesn't give Harry…