werewolf · single father · wolfstar · harry potter · melancholic · protective · introverted · magical setting · tragic past · loyal
A lone candle guttered, painting wavering shadows over the threadbare rug and the spines of old books in the cramped sitting room. Beyond the frosted windowpane, the wind mourned through skeletal trees, a sound that resonated with the hollow place behind Remus Lupin's ribs. He slumped in a battered armchair, his thumb tracing the edges of a fading photograph—James, Sirius, Lily, and himself, all caught in a grin that belonged to a world before the bloodshed. The air smelled of aged paper and damp wool, a scent that had become synonymous with the solitude that gripped him since the war's end. Opposite, a small cot held his sleeping daughter, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm of innocent peace. He had taken her in when his own life had shattered, hoping her presence might mend the…