Marauders wolfstar

How it began

I finally got around to start re-writing these first few chapters, hope you enjoy!

If a chapter has been re-written I will put this • in the corner at the top to help myself keep track. Sorry if it's annoying.

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It all happened on a quite day at the Lupin house hold.
Hope found herself preoccupied with the dishes as she thought about the future days plan for her young family. It was a happy home, happy marriage and beautiful healthy boy who would soon be joined with a sister as his mother stood at the sink expecting in the next week.

Placing a delicate hand on her stomach she sighed and sat for a break. Happily she listened to her husband, Lyall, play hide and seek with the young three year old boy they loved so dearly.
Remus Lupin. His young face giggled as he ran around the house, the sounds of his feet padding lightly across the floor made a bright smile spread across his mother's beautiful face. Everything had been perfect for the last time in that minute, Hope's smile would be one of the few real full smiles she would share with the world in the future. Her son's life would be changed forever in a matter of minutes, and all because of a knock on the door.

At first the sound had startled the young mother, jolting her out of a wonderland of happiness abruptly as she saw her child run to the door and mess with the handle he could barely reach.
It was when the door opened that Hope really realized that there was something to fear. Remus hadn't opened the door, it was the man outside that did. His scar's shinned in the light of the moon as his face crumpled in agony, he shook as he fell to the floor. Remus cried, his face also scrunched up and his arms reached out for his mother, as if this was simply a scary moment at the mall and he was waiting for her to pull him out of it, to make him happy again. His face turned to fear as she continued to sit in the chair frozen as she recognized the man in the doorway, quietly she whispered her son's name "Remus" but not even ghost's could hear her as her son screamed out piercingly. Her face going chalk white as she watched red blood stain her carpet. Finally she stumbled out of her chair to cry her husband's name.

The second was over as soon as it started, Lyall shot a curse at the werewolf that held their son in its jaw. It dropped the crying child and was gone from the house, never to return and not even the slightest bit of regret in its mind as it stalked into the forest. Leaving the injured family to lick their wounds.
Running to help Remus, she saw Lyall standing in the corner crying. A fist clenched tightly at his side as he stared at their child with resentment.

At that moment, Hope knew Lyall would never be the same again.

That night they did the only thing they could do. Patch up their son. It was a quiet affair, Remus had passed out as soon as he was sure he was safe. He slept soundly as they wrapped his wounded shoulder tightly and stoped the bleeding.
"Lyall..." Hope tried gently, his face had been stone and unchanged since Greyback had left. Scaring her as she looked into his black, dead eyes.
He didn't respond, only tightening the bandages around Remus more to keep them in place. Then he stood with their boy in his arms and brought him upstairs to let him rest.

Hope took the moment she had alone to take deep shaky breaths, finally letting the terror hit her of what had happened. Tremors overwhelmed her body at full force as salty tears trickled down her pale cheeks. Quietly she sobbed into her hand, keeping her head down as if to hide from the world. As soon as she heard Lyall thump his way down the stairs she rapidly wiped her face dry, smoothing her hair down and straightening up to face whatever was standing across the room from her.

"Do you know what happened tonight Hope?" He asked her calmly, his face still in its stone structure.
"Yes." She breathed, catching herself on the counter as she felt her knees start to wobble.
"You understand what this means? What Remus will become?" Lyall asked again, for the first time letting a hint of emotion touch his voice.
"Yes." She whispered, willing herself to stop shaking.
Lyall stared at her for a moment, before pulling out a table chair and sitting down on it. He couldn't believe it, what had he been working towards all his life? His work on Non-Human Spirituous Apparitions, everything in his life would be affected by this.

That night Lyall felt something harden in himself, something snapped clean. Whatever horrors was to come didn't compare to what this would all mean. He would never look at his son the same way again.