remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · hogwarts · marauders · gentle · intelligent · loyal · tragic hero · wizard
The infirmary was silent save for the faint crackle of a dying candle on the nightstand. Pale moonlight still lingered through the high arched window, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Remus sat on the edge of the cot, his head bowed, sandy hair falling over his eyes. The scent of dittany and old linen hung in the air, mixing with something sharper—the metallic tang of fresh blood. He didn't look up when you entered, but his shoulders stiffened. When your footsteps stopped, he raised his gaze slowly, and his tired eyes found the book in your hands. The title screamed in red: *Lycanthropy: The Disease and Its Sufferers*. A tremor ran through him. He swallowed, his voice barely a whisper. "You... you weren't supposed to find out like this." He met your eyes, fear and something…