Remus was in Flourish & Blotts, scanning through the bookshelves of its titles to see which was suitable to be bought for a gift. Or, to be more exact, a gift for someone who had just became a proud parent to a squalling son. They have the most interesting titles like How to Spot if Your Child Has a Bout of Hexed Diseases, Latest Fashion Wear to Give Both Your Child the Looks & the Comfort, What to Expect for Expecting Wizards, Simple Spells to Prepare Your Child in the Wizarding World and even Wands to Get Your Child Started. Remus grinned at that title. It was a no-brainer that a certain Mr. Ollivander wouldn’t like that idea of rival competition. After all, he is the sole provider of wands for students of Hogwarts. If anyone starts following this book and make their own wands, he’d be out of work.
Remus went through his pockets and realized that his income was only enough to get him a decent secondhand book, so he had no choice but to abandon his choice of a lavish gift and settle for something affordable. No matter. It’s the thought that counts, not the degree of fancy of the gift. As he browsed through the old boxes in search of the perfect gift, he overheard a couple of gossiping voices from behind.
“Have you heard about the news on Harry Potter?” Remus spun round to see a couple of Paris and Nicole look-a-like dumb blondes (A/N: No offence, but I just don’t really like those two actresses from The Simple Life, so I used them as cameo gigs ;p) wearing skimpy clothing behind expensive-looking fur robes. He recognized them as some of the workers working under the Daily Prophet.
“Like, if I hadn’t got the scoop from Rita myself I wouldn’t have believe the rumour,” the Nicole look-a-like replied as she powdered her face. Her companion, the Paris look-a-like was picking off a tabloid magazine out of its shelf.
“Like, me too! I was, like, so surprised when Rita came in the office saying she had the biggest scoop of the century, and I was expecting like another one of those gossips on some Quidditch player or something, but when she showed me a picture of Harry’s baby boy she got from a snitch, I was, like, so taken aback!”
“Shut up! You seen the picture? How does the baby look like? Is he cute? Does he look anything like Harry or does he look like someone we know?”
“Like, I’m not sure. Rumour has it…”
Remus turned his back to them. He had heard enough. He knew about the news of Harry giving birth in St. Mungo—it was all over the morning Daily Prophet—and it filled him with guilt. As he pretended to be very interested with a random book he picked, his mind began to wander…
-Flashback begins-
Sitting at his desk, Remus wrote casually on his parchment, together with heaps of reference books on his left and right. He eyed a little at the length of the top of the parchment on a careless heap on the ground and shook his head. He couldn’t remember when was the last time he had elongated that parchment, but he was sure that there will be more lengthening in the future if he was to fit everything he wanted to write for his novel.After being relieved of his position as the DADA teacher for Hogwarts, he was looking for something to do. He definitely couldn’t teach in other schools again, yet he had no talent of the trade to secure a place in the business world of Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade (his widespread werewolf reputation definitely made that place even more impossible to achieve). While Sirius was still alive and still on the run, the little canine animagus had suggested to him during one of his secret visits to his home to try his luck in modern literature. No one would know who truly wrote it as long as he used a pseudonym and Sirius offered to give him a little brainstorming with the knowledge he achieved from the late Lily Evans on Muggle life. With much encouragement and thought, Remus decided to try his luck in writing. So far, as he lived in his recently rented room in an old apartment, he had gotten to about 7 chapters through his fiction novel on Muggles and had created the perfect pseudonym for himself: Lunar Nightshade.
He stretched his tired bones after about 2 and half hours writing nonstop. He stole a glance at the picture frame that sat on his desk right in front of him. It was a picture of the famous Marauders in graduation clothes posing for the camera with smiley faces from ear to ear and victory signs. So far, in that picture, only Peter Pettigrew was the only one single among The Marauders, doing victory signs with both his hands in the middle of the gang. On the left side, Sirius had one arm around his waist as he hugged him from behind and one hand making bunny ears on his head. On the right side, James and Lily were hugging each other with one arm and victory signs on the other hand. Seeing James and Lily reminded him of their son Harry Potter. The naïve, innocent yet adventurous child filled with the sense of justice who was an exact replica of his father’s looks. It was almost like seeing James again in the form of his younger self. He never ceased to surprise and amuse him with his tough exterior yet soft interior.
As he left his study to take a walk on the balcony, he thought about how his lover’s godson was doing. After Sirius’ death, he thought he was feeling more devastated than anyone could imagine because he had just lost the love of his life, and he knew Harry would be worse off because he had lost the only person who ever loved him like a true father and the only person who could’ve been his ticket to freedom from the Dursleys. But he soon realized that his grief over Padfoot’s death was no match for the drastic impact it caused on the child. Harry who used to be innocent and naïve no longer was the Harry he knew. Rumours about him slugging his way through school and constantly disregarding every rule in the book were proven when he heard from Dumbledore himself about the immunity issued out to him just to keep him from being expelled from Hogwarts. The ignorance of the school staff regarding his blatant display of flirting with other male students and his late night escapades made his ruthlessness even worse. He wanted to go and give Harry a man-to-man talk about shirking responsibilities but he had to admit that he was so engrossed with his writing to forget about the pain of losing Sirius that he knew Harry had gone too deep to be convinced by words anymore.
Suddenly he felt the familiar uneasiness crawling in his body. He looked up the sky warily and was shocked beyond words to see the bright full moon on the night sky, threatening to peel his skin and reveal the demon within him. How could this be? He never made a mistake before in calculating the arrival of the full moon. It should’ve been 3 more weeks before the next full moon occurred and he hadn’t touched the potion Severus owled him before then. Was he too caught up in the writing the same way he got so caught up last time that he was too late to be by Harry’s side? Did he misread the calendar? Did he miscalculate the time? Whatever the reason was, there was no time to ponder on it. He could feel the searing change within himself but could do nothing about it. He wanted to get away from the light of the full moon and retreat to the sanctuary of his study but his body was so drawn towards the moon’s attraction that he couldn’t move. His muscles and bones began to constrict and pull themselves inside and the feeling was excruciating. He could feel his clothes tearing into pieces as if his body was too big for it. His face began to bunch into dozens of ugly expressions as it changed into its wolf feature. He fought hard to keep his sanity but he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
As he slowly succumbed to the loss of his mind, he almost wished Padfoot and Harry was here with him…
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But somehow there was someone he needed to find. A human that he needed to settle his claws on, to be more exact. He didn’t know why the urge or where this human could be, but he knew he had to find him. He had the feeling that this human with forest-coloured eyes could take him back his pack.
No sooner than he thought about this human than he immediately caught a whiff of that human. Following his nose, he was led to a dark alley where the human he was looking for was standing under a sign called against a dirty paint-peeling wall. He knew it was him by the distinctive smell he had on his body—a smell of a child hidden behind the musky smell of a number of adults. His forest-coloured eyes were covered by a cloth the colour of blood. Were they bleeding? They’d better not be, or he wouldn’t be able to go back to the forest and to his pack without them. The human was wearing very little clothing and didn’t seem to feel the prickly cold of the autumn night. He found it very weird for that human to be so less dressed when he himself felt the draft in spite of his furry coat.
“You must be the Blind Lover,” another human came to approach the forest-eyed human he was watching. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“Well, I’m honoured,” his forest-eyed human replied with a small smile. “I suppose you haven’t wasted your search by bringing less than you can afford me.”
“Don’t worry. I just won a Muggle lottery yesterday. It should be enough to cover your services, although I have to say you must live up to your reputation to earn it.”
The wolf didn’t understand what they were talking about, but he could tell by the way the forest-eyed human leaned forward to the other human’s outstretched hand that he was going with him. He couldn’t allow that. He needed the human to take him back to the forest. With a swift leap, he jumped off the roof he was standing on and reached out for the forest-eyed human. He held out his arm and scooped him up by the armpits, earning a gasp from him and a loud ‘Hey’ from the other human. He jumped from roof to roof in the midst of humans shouting below his feet exclaiming his presence and following after him. He had to lose them. There was no way he was going to get caught before he had the chance to be back in nature. Almost as if fate intervened, his feet stepped onto a soft spot on the roof he jumped on and immediately, he fell through the roof into a huge bulk of hay. The footsteps of the chasing humans passed him by and never came back. Seemed like they failed to notice where he fell. They assumed he had just disappeared into thin air.
“What the…Where the hell am I? Who the fuck do you think you are grabbing me off like that?”
The forest-eyed human was speaking. The wolf turned around to face him, a slow growl rumbling in his throat. The human looked rather angry. He was thrashing about trying to get rid of the hay that was clinging onto his body and those matted on his messy hair. He was even spitting out some that got into his mouth. Somehow, he found his antics rather amusing.
“I was so close into closing a deal here before you showed up! I hope you have enough to match his to be grabbing me off like this…”
The forest-eyed human was beginning to ramble. It was annoying. The wolf had to stop him. He snarled at him and smacked him with his heavy paw. It made the human more angry and cuss more, yelling ‘What is your problem’ or something like that. The wolf silenced him with a growl. The human was startled and began to back away, inching his way further from him. No! He couldn’t let him escape. He needed him. Without warning, he reached over and grabbed the thin clothes he was wearing. It tore almost immediately and did nothing much of holding the human in place. He leaped up and sat on the human, pinning him onto the hay and gave him a hefty torrent of warning scratches, putting him in his place and tearing off the rest of his clothes in the process. The human was shouting and screaming bloody murder and had his arms over his face, as if protecting it from being mauled to bits. The cloth surprisingly still remained over his eyes despite the violent attack.
Suddenly there was a smell overpowered him. He looked down and saw that it was coming from the human. The metallic smell of his bloodied body was mingling with the smell that he had smelt before when he saw him downtown. It was so strong and overly seductive, and it was sending him into a fleet of wanting. He felt his sexuality need aroused and his length hardened. He shouldn’t be feeling this. He should be making the forest-eyed human take him back to the forest where he belonged. He shouldn’t be having mating thoughts at this crucial time. What was going on? Why was he feeling this way? Why was the human emitting such a powerful smell of attraction?
His cock was beginning to hurt and he couldn’t hold back the dizziness in his head. He had to do it. He had to succumb to the sexual call of nature. He sniffed around until he reached the human’s length. He licked the tip and could smell the chemical changes inside the human’s body as his breath hitched. The human was aroused. He knew it. He was ready. Without warning he forced the human to lie on his stomach and engulfed his mouth lightly around his neck to set him down, just like every animal does before intercourse. Judging by the strangled sound the human made, his light bite wasn’t light enough for him, but he had no time. His need was pressing him on. He thrust hard into the human and let out a muffled growl when the human screamed.
“Oh God…Oh God…No…! Stop…!”
The wolf couldn’t stop. His hormones were raging and his muscles were clenching. The human continued to scream, begging him to stop and let him go, but he fell upon deaf ears. If he attempt to struggle or move, he increased the pressure of his bite on his neck and landed his claws onto his body. He bled more and the smell grew stronger, and he was even more aroused. He thrust harder and deeper and heard the human let out high-pitched moans as he hit his sweet spot. He kept aiming the sweet spot until the human screamed the highest and loudest ever with his hands reaching out and grasping tightly onto his fur. Finally, after almost an eternity, the wolf felt himself clenched and hitting the climax. He and the human let a bass and treble howl at the same time.
As he swiftly pulled out of the human, he watched as the human trembled in his fetal position and gasped for breath. His body was covered with countless scratches and gashes all over and the blood was staining the hay he was lying on. He knew the human would definitely not be able to move in this kind of condition. He had to do something to make him feel better before wanting him to take him back to the forest. He reached over and licked the bleeding wounds. The human flinched a little but didn’t attempt to run away anymore. The wolf was relieved. He was finally going back to nature. He’s getting slightly tired after the sexual ordeal. Maybe just a little nap would do. Just a short nap before asking for the human’s help…
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He turned around suddenly at the sound of exhaled breath. He was shocked to see a boy in fetal position trembling beside him. He saw the bloody gashes and scratches. He saw the blood on the hay. He saw more blood slowly trickling from the boy’s butt down his thighs. Guilt gushed all over him. What had he done? What made him do such a despicable act, and on a child nonetheless? He tentatively reached over to remove the dark red blindfold he was wearing to see who he was but he heard the ever familiar voice coming out of the boy’s lips before passing out, “No one…touches…the…blindfold…My rule…”
Remus’ hand shivered. It was Harry’s voice! No doubt about it. He may have concealed his scar, but there was no way he could mask his voice, and his werewolf nature made him very good at memorizing voices. There was no mistaking that this boy he had just shagged was Harry, his lover’s godson! It wasn’t enough that Harry had to endure Sirius’ death, now if he were to find out that he was being shagged by the teacher he respected more than Albus Dumbledore, he’d be traumatized! He cannot let him find out about this! He simply cannot!
He picked Harry in his arms and apparated to his home. He quickly dressed both Harry and himself before apparating again to a rest home which was right beside Hog Head. The rest home owner recognized Harry as the Blind Lover everyone was talking about, making him feel even guiltier and more scared for both him and Harry. He then laid the child onto bed and left as much Sickle as he could wring up from his savings just to make him think he had just entertained a rambunctious client and not a sex-crazed werewolf.
He left the room as quickly as possible before he was found.
-Flashback ends-
Remus was brought out of his thoughts by the familiar voice of Albus Dumbledore. He saw him having a parcel with him and was looking as jolly as ever. Remus smiled as casually as possible and greeted him back.
“I assume you’ve heard the news?” Dumbledore asked with knowing eyes.
“Yes, sir. I was trying to look for a book suitable for new parents, but I can’t seem to find a good one,” Remus replied as he continued to rummage through the old boxes. Dumbledore chuckled.
“I can see why. They never sell good books in the hand-me-downs section. Come now, let me help you buy a decent book. We’ll go dutch on this.”
“Thank you, sir. You’re doing me a great favour.”
So, the duo soon left Flourish & Blotts with Remus’ chosen gift: a children’s storybook which was famous through the ages wrapped in golden wrapping paper tied with a red bow. While they chitchatted about Harry’s baby, Remus’ mind began to wander. He was afraid to think that the baby could be associated to him. He had researched that werewolves have a notorious tendency to reproduce and pregnancy rate is high. What if the child was really his? What if the Ministry of Magic found out that he had created an offspring with the Boy Who Lived? He would definitely get more than just a warning. He would definitely be convicted of rape and pedophile, for what were his words against hundreds of supporters of the Boy Who Lived, their future saviour from the dreaded Dark Lord? Worst, what would they do the innocent child that was born from a cursed creature like him? Would they kill or spare him? Either way, both he and Harry would be worse off. Even as they came across Ron and Hermione, his mind continued to imagine the worst. It was only when he heard the familiar bickering between Ron and Draco that he came back to his senses and stopped them. He looked up and noticed that they’ve already reached St. Mungo. Snape was there with his gift but he was not interested to know why Snape was there. He braced himself for the worst to come as they all went inside the hospital and amidst all the doctors and nurses around them.
“Hello, dear sister. We're looking for Harry James Potter, please,” Dumbledore said when he saw Winnie walking towards them. Winnie gave her brother a big bear hug.
“I'm just here to see you. Let me show you to his ward.”
Yet everyone's face changed when they were led to an empty bed and an open window with its curtains blowing in the wind.
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