Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Remus Lupin- Insufferable Insolent Man (c)

Any day where you had to hear the name of a specific colleague of yours, you ended up completely pissed off, but today it pushed you over the edge. Knowing your husband would rather not have you sent to Azkaban for the murder of him, you went back to your chambers rather than approaching the man.

As soon as you swung open the door. A groan escaped from you, prepared to commit a murder if you didn't calm down.

"Y/N, aren't you back early?" Remus called out from the bedroom.

You made your way straight there to see him lying in your shared bed, looking battered and bruised, as he did after every full moon. It made you sad to see him like this, especially when he'd attempt to continue to work on the subsequent days even though just taking the day to rest, he'd feel better.

"I didn't have another class. And I don't know if it'd be appreciated if I accidentally hexed a student in anger," you groaned collapsing onto the bed next to him.

He reached a weak hand out to grasp yours, instantly making you feel better even if it was a small gesture.

"What happened love? I've never seen you so riled up about something," he said in a pained tone.

"Do you think anyone would notice if Severus... I don't know... accidentally fell off of the astronomy tower? In a completely hypothetical and accidental situation of course," you said faking a smile, although still amused by the concept of such thing happening.

Remus let out a chuckle, but grunted in pain soon after.

"I've been asking that question for over twenty years, and I know you had been as well. But why did you suggest such a thing this time?" He questioned.

"He is such an insufferable insolent man. Actually that is being too kind to him. I didn't realise it could get much worse than him being the greatest fear of a student, but fear is the tip of the iceberg. He is undeniably a smart man, and completely capable of teaching the syllabus for his subject along with most of the others, but he is certainly not a tactful man. He favours his own house, and belittles children over the smallest aspect, he forfeits the educations of certain students due to his supremacist ideologies and he would destroy the livelihood of innocent professors. He sickens me Remus," you expressed not quite certain if you had breather correctly whilst spurting out words.

He leaned forward slightly, understanding and having experienced everything you said, but still wasn't sure what made you tell him this now.

"What did he do?" He asked uncertain, almost hesitant in fact, not quite sure if he even wanted to know the answer.

"Some students in my class were discussing their Defence Against The Dark Arts lesson, and the mentioned that he was covering. What they said, didn't stand out to them. It wasn't too out of the ordinary I suppose unless they know you as well as I do," you muttered, feeling sickened by your colleagues behaviour.

"Love, tell me what happened," he said using a stern tone.

You let out a sigh, not wanting to have to tell him, but there wasn't much option to it.

"They were complaining about the essay they had been set, it didn't seem too farfetched at first. Two rolls of parchment granted was a bit too much from a supply teacher, but he's known for being stern. Then they mentioned to topic. Werewolves. It still seemed fine, it is a topic that should be covered in their third year, but more specifically recognising and killing them."

"What!?"

"He is a sick bastard, Remus. He is trying to hurt you, not only by making you read about that from students you care about, read that from Harry, he is trying to reveal that fact to everyone. If anyone found out he knows you could lose your job, and if people overreact you could even lose your life. I didn't know what to do, without killing him if I saw him," you spat, venom laced into your words.

His head fell back onto the pillows, unable to think clearly at the prospect of everyone finding out what he was.

"I knew he disliked me but I never thought he'd go this far," he sighed. "What am I supposed to do?"

You moved closer to your husband, resting your head to his chest, laying an arm over his torso to hold him closer.

"I don't know Remus. I really don't know," you whispered. "But whatever you choose to do, I'll be there every step of the way."

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Written by Charlotte.