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Day 8 of #31daysofharry Remus Lupin!

Lupin is very special to me. I’ve never read of a character in a book that feels so familiar to me.

My Dad is a Doctor, growing up his hours would be late, and long depending on the shift he had to work. I remember as a little girl I would dream he was a werewolf and that was why he was gone at night :P. He introduced me to monster movies, and werewolf lore.

When I was in junior high I wanted him to read Harry Potter. The best way of doing this was listening to the audio books together so we could talk about the story in tandem. 

To this day if my Dad has a hard shift at the hospital and is looking worn out he can turn to me and smile and say “I feel like Lupin”. It’s such a great way to communicate life’s stress, and the hard things we deal with that we don’t always have control over.

Lupin is patient with students, studious, moral, He deals with a stress that is hard for others to understand, and is an incredible role model to Harry. 

“—Pphhhaaa!” Regulus released a heavy scoff that billowed smoke from his mouth, clouding the air in front of him. He passed a hand in front of his face, twisting his nose at the sudden interruption and lowering his free arm down to his side; “Of course not. Don’t be—don’t be ridiculous.”

If Sirius knew then he might be tempted to be… brothers again. Would that be so bad? Yes! No? No. What was the point, again? For them to be… they were…

Oh, this stuff was terribly relaxing.

“You’d best not say anything,” he warned, trailing his head up to the massive telescope overhead, “If not, I’ll… I’m going to…

“Loosen up!” There we go.

“I told you I wouldn’t tell’m, so I won’t. Merlin, threatening me like that? When I’m so generous?” He didn’t actually care. “I actually don’t have any pasties, believe it or not.” Fairly easy to believe, given their location and the reason there for.

Fuck.

…Well, nothing to do about any of that. Don’t dwell on it, Remus.

It was then that she glanced up at Remus and then looked around her. There wasn’t many people around her, so he had to be speaking to her. She didn’t know him well enough, being in a different house, but his reputation with his group of friends was well known. 

Well, his offer would stand.

Remus’ mind…shortcircuited. Something like that. Fenrir’s words were so…off-putting and accurate that he didn’t know how to respond. He reacted after a few moments on autopilot, a move he would regret after it happened. A hand reached out, striking Fenrir against his face- hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh-“ He may’ve just fucked up.

An eerie light flickered on behind Fenrir’s eyes, as if he suddenly remembered the savage delight he took in violence. Why did they bother talking when they could more easily solve with with teeth and claws? He slowly stalked forward; yes, Remus had definitely just fucked up.

“Fuck-“ it was more unexpected than it should have been, and he nearly fell over from the sudden violence of it. ...Be a lie if he didn’t say it made him a bit mad, though; not to mention it isn’t really a fair fight, especially when Greyback had turned himself into this machine of death (the exact opposite of what Remus wanted to be).