HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

Remus Lupin ~ After P.4

DONE!

Geez about time.

Also not edited, it will probably be revised in the future but we'll see.

Also also the healers details continue which is not in the original story outline, so, they gave me healers, I give you fashion healer. 

3rd Person POV

The trip to the next town nearby was short and bitter. Remus was continuing to bleed onto their blanket, but it wasn't the fabric Hope was worried about. Her little boy had lost so much blood in the past month he had to be running low on his small bodies supply.

The town ahead was lit like heaven in the light of the brightly shining sun. Hope was glad to leave the misty clouds behind them and go into the light, though she didn't want Remus getting to close to it. She didn't want to lose him.

The town had streets lights, the dirt road turning to a sort of compact rock which was much easier on their wheels but not on the horses hooves. When they eventually got to the middle of the town, the horses collapsed in the middle of the busy street.

Everyone's eyes turned to them.

Lyall bit his lip, watching as the store clerks who were attempting to sell their products from small shacks turned to them.

"Do you need a healer, sir?" a man eventually asked in the stunning silence of the street. Lyall had to hold himself from breaking apart right there. He rapidly nodded, his lips pressed together and his eyes slammed shut.

He wouldn't cry.

Some of the towns people helped Hope and Lyall get down from the trailer, holding the exhausted mother by her waist and some acting as human crutches for her. Lyall followed closely behind, being able to stay on his feet.

The towns people brought her to a different shack, this one looking much more friendly, but it may have just been the sun and lack of rotting in the rock. It was building, not a shack like there had been in the markets place where they had stopped. The structures from hear and beyond the straight became stone buildings, painted a white to make the sun give it color depending on the time of day. The large, heavy wood door was pushed open by the people and a man was revealed inside.

The inside was brightly lit from the windows on all sides. The ground was now stone as well. Wooden cabinets littered the round building, a single table sitting in the middle of the one room structure. It had many vials on it, some sticky spills of the cups and beakers which littered the surface as well. A man stood at the table and turned to see who had come to see him.

His skin was dark, a friendly smile on his face. His eyes were warm as well and the top of his longer, dark brown hair was covered with a decorated top hat. He wore an white apron over his black under shirt which sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The apron was splashed with different powders and liquids, most likely from alchemy.

"Ah, hello," he said, his voice deep. "Rough night you've had travelers?"

Hope broke down. This place felt safe to do that. She fell to her knees, the few towns people who had stayed with her immediately trying to help her up. But she shook them off, Lyall parting them away from his wife.

"Please, please help us," Lyall pleaded to the man.

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"You son has lycanthropy, I believe you are aware of this, correct?" the man asked. Lyall and Hope sat on two nicely built chairs in front of a cotton cot which Remus laid on. He appeared to like the healer who still had not given them his name.