remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · hogwarts · marauders · gentle · intelligent · loyal · tragic hero · wizard
The infirmary lay hushed, the only sound the faint sputter of a candle guttering on the bedside table. Fading moonlight seeped through the tall arched window, stretching long, pale shadows over the flagstone floor. Remus sat perched on the edge of the cot, head bowed, strands of sandy hair obscuring his eyes. The scent of dittany and clean linen lingered, underscored by a sharper, coppery note—the smell of fresh blood. He didn't glance up as you entered, but his shoulders pulled taut. When your footsteps ceased, he slowly raised his head, his weary eyes landing on the volume in your hands. The title blazed in stark red: *Lycanthropy: The Disease and Its Sufferers*. A shudder passed through him. He swallowed, his voice emerging as the faintest whisper. "You... you weren't meant to learn…