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It was horrible stuff. Remus was almost positive Snape was ensuring the bitter, cloying flavour of the potion was stronger than it needed to be because it was for him. 

He gagged on the final swallow and had to press his hand to his mouth to stop himself from throwing up. A quiet knock at his door made him jump, and he hurriedly hid the goblet that was still faintly smoking and called out for his visitor to enter. 

Harry’s head poked around the door, his vivid green eyes lighting up when they landed on him. 

“Hi Professor Lupin,” he grinned, and Remus’s heart gave a little twinge. He looked so much like James that Remus could barely keep it together when he looked at the boy. 

“Hello, Harry. What can I do for you?” He returned his best friend's son's smile, even if it was slightly forced. 

“Nothing, just a bit bored, thought I’d pop in and see what you’ve got planned for us next week,” his eyes darted excitedly around the room, looking for the dark creature Remus might have had stashed somewhere. Remus chuckled and crooked his finger as he stood and went over to his cupboard. 

He unlocked it, Harry bouncing from foot to foot in his excitement. Remus had to close his eyes to block out the memory of the boy he knew who also used to do that. He pushed away the shoulder-length black curls, the skin so pale it was almost translucent, those grey eyes that could see into your soul and that lopsided smile that melted his heart every time Sirius used it on him. 

He cleared his throat and slid on his dragon-hide glove before plucking one of the small crab-like creatures from the tank he’d hidden in there. He brought it out into the light to show Harry. “Wow, what is it?” The thirteen-year-old asked excitedly. 

“It is called a Chizpurfle. They are parasites drawn to anything magical. They tend to live in the fur of Krups, the feathers of Augurys, but they also like wizard dwellings. They will gnaw away on wands, guzzle potions from the bottom of cauldrons, anything with a magical signature they’ll hunt it out and devour it. Fascinating things, though it is very easy for an infestation to get out of hand. See the little fangs there?” He pointed at the Chizpurfle’s fangs as it tried in vain to bite through Remus’s glove. “Those are what they use to latch onto a living host and won't let go until they are fit to burst with magic,” Remus let Harry look at it for a while longer before returning it to the tank and after ensuring it was fully secure locked his cupboard back up. 

“It’s kind of like a tick,” Harry mused aloud. 

“Yes, that is a very good comparison. Well done Harry,” he grinned, proud of how Harry had linked the two together. 

“Good enough for a few points to Gryffindor?” Harry asked cheekily. Remus had to school his face so he didn’t roll his eyes. He let out an exasperated sigh. 

“Five points to Gryffindor, because not many can use cheek like that and get away with it,” Harry beamed. “Go on off with you,” Remus ushered him towards the door. “And you’d best be an expert on Chizpurfle’s for your next lesson,” Not that Remus would be teaching it, it fell on the day after the full moon and Remus would be recovering. 

“Yes, Sir,” Harry’s eyes crinkled and glinted with mischief as he quickly exited Remus’s office. Remus shut the door and leaned against it. Sliding down and letting everything he’d been holding back wash over him. 

He turned his head to the pile of newspapers he’d kept on the bottom shelf of his bookcase and pulled out the top one, staring into the face of Sirius Black. 

The vials clinked softly together as Snape placed them down in the leather case upon the kitchen table.

"Your usual delivery," he drawled as Remus opened the case and removed the delicate glass bottles within.

As was his usual habit, Remus assured himself the full supply was there. His voice was level as he said politely, "Thank you, Severus."

Sirius gave a short snort. Without turning, Remus suspected the dark look of disapproval he was casting in Snape's direction.

A tight smile pulled at Snape's lips. He pulled the leather case back towards him, closed it and said, "You know, Black, now you have so much time on your hands you may wish to turn your hand to making the potion yourself. Especially since you spend...so much time together..."

Remus found it impossible to tell if Snape's careful choice of words were full of any further meaning.

Sirius, however, seemed to not care as he sharply replied, "I may just do that. I wasn't too bad at Potions, as you'll recall. Although it would spare us the extra pleasure of your visits every month."

Remus knew that Snape would not be able to resist and, predictably, Snape said, "Ah. But you may find Wolfsbane a little bit beyond the grasp of an adequate potionmaker. Its complexities might be lost on someone less... subtle in their approach."

A flash of hot temper and Sirius was on his feet, his finger pointed in Snape's chest as he growled, "Watch the way you speak to me in my own house, Snape. Otherwise, I'll have Kreacher turf you out no matter how useful you might be."

Later, as Remus poured out his first glass of Wolfsbane of the week, and sunk down in the chair before the fire and steeled himself to drink it, he said, "He does it deliberately, you know? To provoke you."

Sirius looked up from the copy of the Daily Prophet and gave a frustrated sigh.

"Yes. I know." Sirius' expression shifted to one of vague amusement, and he threw down the paper to the floor and said, with a shrug, "Old habits die hard."

Remus gave a low laugh and winced as he took a deep draft of the potion.

Sirius watched him, his eyes thoughtful, before he rose slowly to his feet and walked over to where Remus was sitting.

Remus watched as Sirius sunk to his knees on the floor beside him, sniffed curiously at the half empty glass in his Remus' hand, looked up and said, "But we need him, I suppose? For the Order...and for this..." Sirius nodded in the direction of the glass.

"Yes."

“So this potion…it’s…a cure?” Sirius asked, passing Remus a mug of tea.

“Not…exactly. I’d still…you know, transform. But…I’d keep my own mind.” Remus said uncertainly. 

“That’s at least an improvement,” Sirius pointed out. 

“It’s really difficult to brew…and it’s expensive,” Remus said, looking down. 

Sirius took his hands in his. “The expense doesn’t matter, Moony. Ok?”

“But - “

“No. I’ll take care of it. I want to do this for you,” Sirius said, kissing both of his hands. 

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Wizarding WReform: Werewolf Rights

Remus Lupin is by far the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in Harry Potter’s time at Hogwarts, but his status as a werewolf cuts his time at the school short. Lupin is just one of many wizards who suffer from a manageable condition that is exacerbated by bigotry. The wizarding world has the power and responsibility to undo the harm that it has caused werewolves and to make their lives much easier.

    Firstly, any anti-werewolf legislation needs to be repealed. We don’t know the exact nature of these regulations, but Lupin mentions that Umbridge was responsible for a law that makes it nearly impossible for werewolves to get jobs. Rules such as these keep werewolves from being able to live and support themselves among wizardkind. Beyond actual laws, it is likely quite difficult for werewolves to find stable employment due to both the complications of the condition itself, which may affect their attendance and ability to perform their duties at times, and discrimination if their lycanthrope status is discovered, like Lupin’s expectation that parents of Hogwarts students would want him fired.

There is deep prejudice against werewolves in the wizarding world, as evidenced by Ron’s panicked and aggressive reaction of “Get away from me, werewolf!” upon learning about Lupin (PoA 345). Lupin mentions that he’s “not a very popular dinner guest with most of the community,” which he describes as “an occupational hazard of being a werewolf” (OotP 94). This stigma can be combatted with education, teaching wizards about werewolves not as violent monsters but as their fellow wizards who have an illness that can be managed with appropriate measures.

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  Werewolves have the ability to live safe, full, productive lives if they have access to necessary resources and accommodations. Wolfsbane Potion makes it possible for a werewolf to retain their human mind during their transformation, thus neutralizing any threat they pose to themselves or others. If it were made freely and easily available, werewolves could function in society without fear. Arthur Weasley tries to comfort his roommate in St. Mungo’s who was bitten by telling him he knows a werewolf who is able to manage his condition, and the Healers try to convince the patient that he can lead “an almost normal life” (OotP 488). Dumbledore was willing to provide a safe location for Lupin to transform, thus making it possible for him to attend Hogwarts as a student, and access to Wolfsbane Potion to make Lupin’s experience as a teacher even easier.

Still, werewolves may need more assistance even getting to a point where they are willing and able to take advantage of the available resources. Werewolves have been maligned for so long that many, according to Lupin, “have shunned normal society and live on the margins, stealing – and sometimes killing – to eat” (HBP 334). They have been forced underground, unable to hold down jobs or live among wizards, facing discrimination everywhere they go. Efforts must be made to reintegrate these werewolves into society, providing social services, financial aid, housing, and career training to help them find their footing.