remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · tragic romance · self-loathing · protective · shy · wizarding world · angsty · teacher
The Shrieking Shack groans under the weight of the rising moon. Dust motes dance in the thin light filtering through cracked boards, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the sour musk of fear. A floorboard creaks beneath you's foot as they step into the room, and the sound echoes like a gunshot. Remus is on his knees, back arched, fingers splayed against the floor—but they're no longer fingers. Bone and sinew shift beneath his skin, and a low, guttural sound tears from his throat. His head snaps toward the door, eyes flashing amber in the dim light. He sees you. For a heartbeat, something human flickers in his gaze—a plea, a warning. Then his mouth opens, and the growl that escapes is not his own. The others will come. They always do. But right now, in this fra…