Another path for Remus lupin

New found Hope

That night

Hope had been anxiously sitting on the couch, twirling her chestnut hair in her finger out of anxiety, that a big, tangled knot had formed in her hair.

Binky, was...gone.

The window to Remus' bedroom had been left wide open.

Hope couldn't stop thinking about it.

But instead of feeling sad or sentimental that Binky was gone, a new spark of excitement and hope had lit itself in Hope's chest.

Hope remembered that Remus had loved Binky, it's was his favourite toy, it was the toy he would bring to every family vacation, it was the toy that Remus would always hug close to his chest whenever he slept.

There was only one conclusion that came to Hope's mind, 

Remus, her little boy, had broken into the house and took Binky.

Ever since Lyall told her that Remus was dead, she had tried to believe it, to ingrain this mentality in her head that Remus wasn't coming back, 

But seeing that, it just made Hope more hopeful that her baby boy was alive,

The door clicked open,

Hope stood up, patting down her dress as Lyall entered the house, his hair scruffy and his suit wrinkled, Lyall placed his brown leather suitcase on the ground, Lyall looked tired, and Hope could tell he was relying only on coffee to prevent him not falling asleep, due to his baggy and droopy eyes, 

"Lyall!" Hope said excitedly, Lyall looked up like he couldn't care less, 

"Lyall! Today, in Remus's rooms-"

Lyall groaned, "Hope! I thought we were trying to get over him! He's dead-"

"Yes but, when I was walking around the house, I heard this thumping noise coming from his room!" she exclaimed, Lyall raised a thin eyebrow, "And, when I opened the door! Binky was gone! And the window was wide open!"

Lyall looked at Hope in intrigue, 

"Here," Hope exclaimed as she gently grabbed her husbands hand, "I'll show you,"

Hope dragged Lyall around the house to Remus's room, when they reached his room, she opened the door as Lyall looked inside,

"Look!" Hope exclaimed, "Binky's gone-"

Lyall just sighed, 

Hope's heart faltered,

"Hope," Lyall said, sounding tired as he looked at her, "Someone probably broke in, I told you we should've locked that window-"

Hope had to resist the urge to scoff, "Lyall, no one's going to break into a house to steal a stuffed toy,"

Lyall just pinched his nose, "Then, maybe some kid were playing some cruel joke,"

"But-"

"Hope!" Lyall snapped, Hope blinked in surprise, "I already told you that Remus is dead!"

"But, maybe he's not-"

"Well, he's not coming home anytime soon now!" Lyall snapped, Hope flinched, Lyall then sighed and turned around, 

"Let's just get over it," and he turned around and walked down the hallway, 

Hope leaned on the wall, 

Whatever, Lyall might've given up on Remus, but Hope certainly didn't

***** 

Remus was sitting in the forest, he was sitting on the spiky branches, his feet itching and his dirty hair sat on his clammy forehead. Right next to him, was two, small, brown-spotted bird eggs, he managed to steal them from climbing up a tree and nick them from a birds nest, the top of his head still hurt from bumping his head on one of the thick branches of the tree. He had tried to start a small fire and try to cook them, he even collected a thick length of bark to lay the eggs on while he cooked them. However, he failed to start a fire, so, he was just sitting on the ground, not really doing anything.

He looked down at his lap, the bunny was limply sitting in his lap.

Whenever he looked at the bunny, a wave of nostalgia and warmth sort of washed over him, it was like, whenever he held or looked at it, he would feel safe, warm, comforted.

He would feel...at home.

Remus looked up,

Throughout the thick dense of trees, he could see the blurry outline of the hideout.

He thought about running away from where he was sitting now, running to somewhere safer, but, he didn't feel bothered.

He just hoped one of the werewolves wouldn't spot him and maul him to death.

"Hi Remus,"

Remus jumped, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead, he looked up,

Charlotte was standing next to him, 

Remus calmed down a bit, before he creased his eyebrows and looked up at her in confusion, 

"Why are you here?" Remus asked, looking at Charlotte, 

Charlotte sighed, "Just wanted to...check up,"

Remus looked away from Charlotte, 

Charlotte sighed as she sat next to him, 

Remus couldn't help but notice Charlotte's clean, freshly washed clothes, how her skin shined, not even a speck of dirt on it, how Charlotte's hair was clean, no filth stuck in it,

And Remus sort of envied her for it. A part of him wanted that life,

But, he would probably never get that life.

"Aren't you're parents worried about you?" Remus asked, 

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, "I just told them I was going out for a bit of a walk, my house isn't that far from here,"

Silence, 

Charlotte sighed again, "You can come to my house of you want,"

Remus sniffed and scratched his nose, "I did go to my parents house a few days ago,"

Charlotte quickly looked up at Remus, her eyes glued to him, 

"Did you talk to them?" Charlotte asked, her tone excited, 

Remus shook his head, Charlotte's shoulders sagged, 

"I did go in the house," Remus continued, picking up the rabbit, "I took this,"

Charlotte glanced at the rabbit, 

"But, then I left," Remus said, sounding bored, 

Charlotte looked at the ground, "Why didn't you talk to them?"

Remus bit his lip and shrugged, 

"I used to think that my parents would hate me for being a werewolf," Charlotte stated, picking at the twigs on the ground, "But, when I told them, they were alright with it,"

Remus just looked at the ground, fiddling with the rabbit, 

"There are gonna be people that will hate you for it," Charlotte continued quietly, "But, those people overshadow the ones that won't hate you for it,"

Remus was quiet, 

"And maybe, your parents will accept you, you'll never know," Charlotte said, "Besides, what risk is there? You tell them and if they accept you, you can live with them, and if they don't," she shrugged her shoulders, "Then, you can run away and continue doing whatever you're doing here," Charlotte bit her lip and looked to the side, "Or, you can stay with me, I'm sure my parents won't mind,"

Remus stayed quiet, 

Charlotte sighed as she stood up, "Whatever, I'd probably be going now,"

And she turned around and left, leaving Remus lost in thought.