An Unexpected Surprise (Remus)

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Okay, firstly I'd like to thank everyone for all the love and support so far! I am so grateful for everyone that has decided to read this, and it's a plus that people are seeming to enjoy it!!

So I'm going to quickly say about Grant Chapman in this fic. He was originally written by MskngBean89 on ao3, so credits to them :) But my storyline with Remus and Grant are a bit different, as Remus lives with his mother in this fic and Grant lives with his Aunt. So I have written them as school mates before Remus goes to Hogwarts, and we will still be seeing lots more of him, he is Remus's best friend away from school basically, there will be lots more of him 3/4th year :)

I just wanted to clear that up before people started to get confused as it's not in St. Emmuds. Thanks again, and enjoy reading!!

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Remus awoke in excitement, adrenaline flowing through him. It was his birthday. He couldn't believe it, he was eleven now, and his birthday was first and foremost his most favourite day of the year. He just loved them, his mum cooking pancakes for him, opening his presents- no matter how little the amount was, dancing around with his mother. It may've only been the two of them now, but at times there was enough love in that little bungalow to make up for a whole family.

However, there were those times when things weren't so great. That would mostly occur once every month: the full moons. These nights were horrific, dreadful, no thoughts would occur on these days but the transformation to take place that night. Remus would go out into the shed at around 7pm, his mother staying out in the garden the whole time to comfort him, wincing through his howls, doing all she could to try and sleep on the little wooden swing as she had done for the past 6 years. And as for Remus, from the inside of the shed, the nights were those of pain, of torture, the monster that lived inside him would overrule him, leave scars on him to make its mark on Remus, to never let him forget the monster within him.

But this wasn't going to be one of those days as the next full moon was on Friday, which was still two days away, and frightened as Remus was he wasn't going to let that ruin his birthday. So, without sparing a second, Remus jumped out of bed full of enthusiasm, making his way over to the bedroom next to his.

He opened the door ferociously, almost scaring to life out of his mother, who had still been fast asleep. He looked over at her, his face full of hope and excitement, willing for her to get up. She looked over at I'm, her eyes still half closed, flicking her wrist to get him to bugger off. Assuming this was a joke Remus went closer to the bed.

"Mum get up," he pleaded over and over, ignoring his mother's eye rolls in return to his begging.

"I'm alright down here thanks," she joked.

"Jesus, someone's turning into an old woman aren't they?" Remus returned, giggling at his sly remark as his mum's jaw dropped. The two often joked around with each other, acted like they were each other's best friend rather than mother and son, a 'pair of troublemakers' as many liked to call them. However this lead to Hope teaching Remus some not so child-friendly humour, which wasn't so fun when she was called into school weekly for Remus's cheeky comments, and teaching other students potty language. She had found it hard to remember sometimes that Remus was only little, for she had felt lonely most of her life and as her son grew up he really did become her best friend, someone she would gossip with and laugh with, she loved him with all her heart. It had been so much easier after Lyall had gone, it sounded bad but ever since then no one was there anymore to scare Remus, to feed him a world of lies, to distract him from his own life. A life Hope had built up after the incident, trying to get Remus to live outside the wolf, and not let it effect him mentally, as sadly she couldn't do anything about the physical scars. No one was there to take his mind away from the happy life in Wales, their little bungalow they had tried so hard to remove the terrors of the night 6 years ago.

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