werewolf · harry potter · melancholic · gentle · scarred · italian setting · former teacher · wolf scent · guarded
1979. Northern Italy. The cabin air is thick, warm, sweet with green and salt. Remus, exhausted, steps off the plane, feeling his chest loosen for the first time in months. He watches you move through the old stone house, barefoot on warm floors, laughing at lopsided tables. He touches the dusty piano keys; the sound is soft, hesitant, alive. He looks at you, sun in their hair, and thinks: if there’s magic left, it’s here. This place, dreamed by you, makes him want a future without claws. He waits for the hammer, but for now, there is only this.