The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

Miracles

The Summer of 1991

Remus Lupin didn't believe in miracles. He didn't believe in luck— or any of that glass half-full bullshit that was often spewed at him by the overly positive people he detested.

But then again— Remus Lupin was a wizard and a werewolf. He had grew up watching water be turned to wine, had learned how to turn a plant into a snake by age 11.

Remus Lupin didn't believe in miracles, but he didn't believe in Aveline Rosier. Which to be fair, in the mind of Remus Lupin, were the two things much different?

The past 10 years of Remus life had been lonely. Hellish. A nightmare. The worst ten years of the 30 years he'd lived.

Though miraculously, in ways Remus couldn't quite explain, things started to work out for him.

First of all, there was the matter of the fact that one day, a couple years after Aveline had passed, Remus had received an envelope  in the mail from Gringrotts. Inside, was a letter welcoming him to his new vault, and a silver, rusted key.

The key was intricate, overly fancy and carved with a careful symbol Remus couldn't quite make out.  A rust removing potion later, Remus was staring down at the Rosier family crest.

When he went to gringrotts to take a look at this new mysteriously vault, Remus wasn't sure what to expect. Most likely an empty vault.

How wrong was he, for as he stuck the key in and watched the vault open, Remus was greeted with more gold then he had ever seen in his life. Enough gold to last him lifetimes.

Somehow, Remus Lupin had inherited the Rosier family fortune. Remus Lupin, a halfblood werewolf, was the sole owner of all previous Rosier assets and funds.  Remus almost laughed at the notion of it, and was certainly every single Rosier besides Aveline was cursing him from hell.

Next, there was the matter of the small sea side cottage.

After being kicked out of his London flat but his land lord, Remus was more or less homeless. Though by pure luck or a miracle or whatever you want to call it, a day later Remus got a letter in the mail from the Magical Properties and Homes ministry department.

Confused, Remus opened the letter to find the title, to a small little property on the sea side, in his name. Certainly it was a scam, Remus went to the ministry office himself where they confirmed — Remus now owned a little sea side cottage that was conveniently located a couple blocks from his father's cottage.

It was a small little place, with a wrap around porch, an overgrown garden and trees tall enough to use for treehouses or swings.

The first time Remus laid his eyes on it, he started to cry.

She would've loved it here.

Remus was hesitant, at first doing nothing but sleeping on the dusty couch it came with and not touching anything else.

Though slowly, the young man had started to make the place his home.

Nowadays, if you entered Remus s small cottage you'd find a tall oak bookshelf, a cupboard full of hot chocolate and coffee, dozens of mismatched mugs scattered the coffee tables, and the scent of pine floating through the air.