#xrodolphuslestrangex

"No!" Oliver screamed at his father, trying to pull his arm free from his grasp. "You can't punish me because you got our gifts wrong! It's your fault you don't know us better! You're always at work!" It didn't matter what he said, he knew there was no getting out of it. They should have put the toys away before he got home. It was sad, really, that he was being punished because Ophelia wanted to trade gifts with him. Their birthday had just passed - Olivia's gift was perfect, but it seemed as though Ophelia and Oliver's gifts were switched. He had received a model train set, which he had no intentions of playing with, while she had gotten the new Barbie and Skipper dolls. He was incredibly jealous, and Ophelia was the one that liked trains, so they traded. It shouldn't have been a big deal, their parents should have known that they wouldn't like their gifts and it would end like this, but their father had a different view on that.

"Boys don't play with dolls." Edward spat as he dragged his son down the hallway. Oliver knew what his punishment would be - but that didn't mean he wouldn't fight it. He didn't deserve to be in trouble for playing with a couple pieces of plastic. "My only son and he's a fucking fairy." He grumbled as he opened the door to the closet.

"Girls aren't supposed to play with trains - why isn't Ophelia in trouble?" Oliver questioned, still fighting to get out of Edward's grasp. It was pointless - he was a big man and Oliver had always been rather small.

Edward shoved him in the closet, staring at him with daggers in his eyes. "Ophelia is a good girl. Perhaps when you learn how to behave you can play with whatever you want." The door slammed in his face and he heard it locking as his fathers heavy footsteps moved away. It didn't make sense - how did he misbehave? He didn't do anything wrong. But fighting with Edward was useless. Even if Oliver had good points he wouldn't listen, he would use his strength against him.

The pitter-patter of rain against his window was calming, so calming that Remus was able to fall asleep within minutes of his head hitting the pillow. Sleep came rather easily to most children, however he was not like most children. Mind was always racing with questions and curiosities, a thirst for knowledge that could never be satisfied. However on stormy nights it was easier to focus on the sound of the rain rather than the ever turning gears within his head. He hadn't been asleep long, though, before the storm had worsened and the sound of his window slamming open woke him up. Rubbing his eyes at he slipped out of his bed, young Remus draped his blanket over his shoulders as she shuffled across the room to close the window, remembering to lock it this time, taking a moment to stare up at the brilliant full moon before moving towards his bed again.

Falling asleep easily for a second time that night, it came as a shock to be woken up once again. This time, though, it was the sound of shattering glass and deep snarling that had gotten his attention. Sitting up straight, Remus found himself face-to-snout with some sort of horrifying creature standing over him. His mouth opened to scream for his father, but no noise escaped him. He was in shock - completely panicked by whatever it was that was in his room.

It happened in an instant, teeth ground into his shoulder while a heavy claw slashed him across his face. It was painful, the most painful thing that he had ever felt in his four years of life. It felt wrong, though - the bite left a burning sensation throughout his entire body, as though it had infected him with something. Finally a scream fell from him, loud and high-pitched, and only a second later Lyall had appeared in his doorway, shouting indistinguishable words at the creature. Remus' eyes closed tightly, hoping that this was only a nightmare, and they didn't open again until he felt his fathers hands on him and his familiar voice asking if he was alright. The creature was gone, but in his short visit he had done so much damage to the child. His hands reached up, rubbing at the tears streaming from his eyes, but as he pulled them away he realized he was covered in blood.