HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

Remus Lupin ~ Heal P.3

Part 3 of the ongoing series and one more to go. 

Dang this is hard.

YO HOLY CRAP 1K IN THE FIRST, WHAT, MONTH?

Thank you so much!

I would also like to clarify most of this chapter came from my own mind, or at least the details. The Lupin's go to healers was all the fanfiction website gave me, so I gave you details and a creepy old hag.

By the way this is not edited and was rapidly put together, soooo sorry for grammar mistakes.

3rd Person POV

Lyall lifted Remus into his arms, Hope placing a blanket over the little boys shivering body. He brought his son out to the trailer being drawn by two older looking horses. He laid the boy onto one of the hay bails in the back before running back inside the house to help Hope pack. 

"Lyall, what's going on?" Hope asked him, her eyes turning to a pleading glance. Lyall couldn't seem to speak as he grabbed the blankets from her arms as well as the one bag she was holding onto. But Hope quickly snatched the bag back, pulling Lyall closer so she could grab his arm, not letting him walk away again. "Lyall," she said.

"He's a werewolf, Hope!" Lyall suddenly shouted. Hope could now see how her husband was crumbling. "He was bitten that night, not just scratched," Lyall said. Hope watched as his legs shook and he crumbled onto her, wrapping his arms quickly around her waist. "This is my fault, this is all my fault," he whispered to her, tears leaking from his tired eyes.

"Lyall what-"

"I insulted him, I insulted Fenrir Greyback, the werewolf," he whispered to her, his arms squeezing her waist. "He was at the ministry, being interviewed and I... I just started talking and it slipped," Lyall said to her. Hope's face was controlled in confusion and sadness as she gently rubbed her husbands back. "This is my fault, all my fault," he whispered, tears slipping from his eyes. "Oh, Hope, I'm so sorry."

"Lyall," Hope said, patting his shoulder. "Lyall, you can't blame yourself," Hope said. "We need to get Remus somewhere safe," Hope said. Lyall nodded, pulling away from his wife. 

"We can't let anyone know," Lyall told her. Hope nodded in agreement. "We have to keep it a secret."

"We'll have to move around."

"He can't be around others."

"But this could ruin his life."

"It's for the best."

"For his safety."

"Dad?" a hoarse, squeaky voice whispered from the door. Remus's voice broke at the end of the single word and both parents heads whipped in the direction of their son. He was standing at the door, his eyes bloodshot and his wrist growing blue and black. Hope's eyes watered at what she had done and Lyall quickly wrapped an arm around her waist. 

"Remus, do you want to bring anything else?" Lyall asked, his breath slightly caught in his throat. 

"Where are we going? Why are we leaving?" Remus asked. Hope tried to hold in her cries as Remus's eyes watered and his eyebrows turned up, his bottom lip quivering. "Is it my fault?" he asked. 

"Oh, Remy, no, don't cry!" Hope said, stumbling over to Remus as he began to cry, tears falling down his cheeks. "Remy, it's not your fault, we're just going on a little... vacation," she told him. Remus sniffled, looking back up to his mother with glistening eyes.

"Where?" he asked her, rubbing his eyes again. Hope bit her lip, looking to Lyall for help. 

"A lake cabin Remy, where you can play with other kids," Lyall told his son. Remus looked unsure about the answer, but gave a short nod. Hope looked up to her husband with a sad glint in her eyes, but lifted Remus up into her arms. She pulled her son to her chest, one hand pressing his face into her shoulder buy the back of his head. She walked out the door of the house and back towards the trailer.