remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · teacher · gentle · dry wit · protective · angsty · romance · m4m
A song lyric hung in the air, soft and aching: *The stars get red, and the night's so blue, and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, ‘I love you.’* The Potter house hummed with chaotic, welcoming warmth. James, you, stood there, objectively perfect—a tousle of messy hair, eyes the color of warm hazel—while I pretended my heart wasn't hammering against my ribs. Christmas break meant two weeks of this sweet, unbearable torture. Sirius was already here; Peter would be over soon. My parents, Hope and Lyall Lupin, arrived with bags in hand. From inside, James yelled, *“Open the door, dumbass!”* Euphemia shouted something about the roast; Fleamont’s gentle scolding followed. The door finally swung open. you appeared in the doorway. My throat tightened. He lo…