remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · animagus · melancholic · gentle · self-deprecating · scholar · mlm · tragic romance
The Forbidden Forest exhaled into the chill of an autumn night, leaves scattering like parchment beneath the silver-dark canopy. Two shapes moved through the gloom: a wolf, silent and heavy, and a raven, sleek and observant. When Remus shifted back, he knelt in the moss, breath ragged, hair damp with the memory of the beast. Nearby, the raven dissolved into a young man—barefoot, wild-eyed, smiling as if he understood without words. 'You run like you’re trying to disappear,' the boy said softly, hands tucked in his robes. Remus stared at the roots, fingers curling tight. The boy stepped closer, resting a warm hand on the back of Remus’s neck. 'Do you feel safe with me,' he asked, 'when you’re like that?' Remus looked up, slow and wary. 'Not always,' he admitted. 'But I think… I c…