You Make Me Live (Remus Lupin x Reader One-Shots)

Full Moon

Remus wakes up to find that he has injured his wife during a transformation. INFJ-induced chaos ensues. Past/Ex? Wolfstar stuff. TW: Blood and Swearing, like maybe even more than the others.

I was used to spending my morning gently wiping away cold sweat and dried blood, carefully extracting impurities from open wounds, staunching bleeding scratches with dittany and silver, and using Muggle surgical tape to hold bandages to the skin. Except this morning I was doing it in the mirror, looking over my shoulder into the bedroom to make sure my husband didn't stir at my small hisses of pain. The events of the previous night played over in my mind. How could I have let my guard down so thoroughly? Remus would be devastated once he saw what he had done. But I had had no choice.

Somehow, I couldn't imagine how they'd found it, the Death Eaters had met us in the forest where Remus transformed. Already safely in my Animagus form, I had rushed to defend my husband from the carefully selected curses being flung at the angered werewolf, curses I knew would kill him if they found their mark. There was only one way to protect him, and I knew too well the risk. I would have to act fast, impossibly so, but it could save us. I ran for the ancient oak tree we would Apparate to each month, rooting around in the leaves and dirt for my carefully stowed possessions. Taking my wand between my teeth, I bounded toward the attackers, transfiguring back just in time to snatch it from my mouth. Pointing it at the masked and cloaked figures ahead, I screamed, "Expulso!" with as much force as I could muster, and blasted the assailants back. I immediately followed up with a Shield Charm and turned to face my husband. This was the difficult part: I couldn't fend off six Death Eaters alone, he could probably kill them if I disarmed them all but I didn't want to use him as a weapon; the only way out of this situation was to Disapparate, an impossible feat while transformed into an animal - the only form in which I could safely be near him. So I would have to get close to him as I was, human, a werewolf's only target. Hang the risk.

Apparating to a short distance behind him, I sunk a hand into the soft fur of his bony shoulder blade. This was the first time my hands had ever touched him during a full moon. I had slept beside him, comforted him, been close to him as a wolf, but never this. As this thought occurred to me, we were hurtling through space to the reinforced cellar of our cottage. Disoriented, and still catching my scent, Remus curled his body around, and turned his head to face me. His eyes, wide and fierce, were still his own. Scared and snarling, he reached out not with fangs, but with claws. If I let go, he could die from the Splinching, and I didn't know what animals could tolerate, so I held on tighter in shock as the pain seared through my collarbone. When my knees hit cold stone, I transformed once more, limping to Remus and losing consciousness beside him on the floor.

Now he was himself again, sleeping peacefully in our bed, where I had moved him by magic when I woke up. I cleaned up the bloody instruments and open ointments, and threw out the miscut scraps of bandages and tape. I'd never had to tear the roll open with my teeth before, and the result was quite messy, but serviceable. Packing up my kit, I crept back into the bedroom to pull one of his sweaters out of the chest of drawers, the one with the tight crew neck that he always had to force over his head. Wincing as I raised my arm, I checked the mirror again to make sure it would hide the bandage before joining Remus in bed. I was still asleep when he came to, calling my name even though I was curled into his shoulder.

"Mmm, I'm here love." I murmured sleepily, "You're alright."

"What happened? We were attacked and then you -"

"I got us home, we're safe," I assured him, still trying to go back to sleep.

"Right. . ." Remus leaned back against the pillows, panting. Then realization struck, "How exactly did you do that?"

"Do what?" My voice had developed a bit of a whine, as I could feel myself waking up and wanted none of it.

"Get us out. Home. How did you manage that without -?" He sat up again, turning around to look at me, curling his whole body and boring through me with his eyes. I made an oath in my mind never to tell him how like himself he was in his other form. "Y/n," he warned, "You didn't."