Harry Potter Oneshots

Silver Wolf [Remus x OC] Pt3

The Marauders had told Remus about the mysterious silver wolf, and he confided to them that he was a little more conscious of his whereabouts the previous full moon. He had, somehow, felt like he wasn't alone, and his suspicion had been confirmed when they told him.

The three boys suggested that they use the Marauders Map the following full moon, and would tell him who his companion was. However, Remus declined their offer, no matter how much he wanted to thank the person who helped him. He felt that if the person wanted him to know who they were, they would tell him.

Remus found himself actually anticipating the upcoming full moon in excitement, and for once, he could not wait. Sadly, the wait lasted a month - nearly four weeks; 28 days; 672 hours; 40,320 minutes. It seemed far too long, but finally, the moon displayed a perfect circle, a full moon.

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Just like the previous month, the silver wolf aided Moony, made his transformation more bearable and less lonely. But when Remus awoke once more, curled up in a blanket, inside the shrieking shack this time, he was once again all alone. He felt his heart sink, but got up anyway, and got ready for the day.

The silver wolf continued to accompany him once a month, and continued to disappear every morning, leaving a bar of Honeydukes chocolate and his uniform. Remus gave up hope of finding the wolf, but a part of him deeply wanted to know who made his transformation once a month so much more bearable.

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On the seventh full moon, the silver wolf showed up again, and left Remus alone in the morning. The only thing significant that morning was the fact that a piece of parchment had been stuck to his chocolate bar with tape. It appeared blank at first, but when Remus peeled it off and unfolded it, he saw there was writing on it.

The cursive writing was small and neat, aesthetically pleasing. Remus had a bit of trouble deciphering some letters at first, but soon learnt to translate letters that the person wrote differently to anyone Remus had ever met.

Want to know who I am, Remus?

My favourite type of chocolate is the type that tries to get away. It has a mind of its own, but lives only because of a clever little charm. It shouldn't be too hard, guess.

Chocolate frogs. Remus instantly made the connection, but he let out an annoyed sigh anyway. Lots of people liked chocolate frogs, this person could be anyone.

Remus still kept the note, however, just in case.

The next month, the person left a chocolate frog instead of the usual chocolate bar. But there was no note. He opened the chocolate and grabbed it before the frog could hop away. He turned the card over. Instead of a miniature portrait, there was another message;

The library is a good place to find some peace and quiet, don't you think?

A copy of Advanced Rune Translation is reserved for you. Borrow it, but my name will not be given. The next clue is hidden there.

Remus' heart sped up, and he hastily got changed. When he got to the castle, he was about to head straight to the library, but his three friends insisted he eat breakfast. Remus just about scoffed half the plate down in one go, trying to finish as quickly as possible.

He ignored the questions asked about where he was going from his friends, when he bounded out of the great hall. Remus ran down the corridor and slammed the library door open, much to Madam Pince's displeasure. 

"You okay there, Remus?" He spun around after retrieving the book, coming face to face with Haleigh, who sat at a table, reading a thick book. Her quill, ink and some parchment out, but not in use. She had an ink stain on her right hand, just above her knuckle.

"Uh, yeah. Just- just in a hurry." She shrugged, smiling, and went back to reading her book. He found an empty table and opened the leather bound book. He would have sat with Haleigh, but he did not want anyone distracting him - he was determined to find this person as soon as possible.

He set to work, deciding to skip his first class to solve whatever task the person had set him. The bell rung, signalling that students ought to make their way to class. Remus picked up the book and his bag, briskly walking to the Gryffindor common room.

He was glad that it was the morning after a full moon, when he had an excuse to skip class. He could simply play it off, telling his teachers that his wolf was extremely aggressive that month.

So Remus spent half the day searching up symbols in the runes book, trying to translate the message this silver wolf had left him; stuck in the middle of the book. Finally, he had written a translation.

So, I hope you've kept my messages, because you'll need them soon. One of your best, and most clever ways to find me is by my writing ~ I've been told it is quite peculiar.

But for now, I'll tell you I like wearing oversized, knitted sweaters.

The sweater hint didn't help Remus much, as many wore knitted jumpers during colder months. The only thing significant about this piece of information was that he or she (most probably she) said specifically oversized sweaters.

But Remus attended every one of his classes, sitting near new people very time, so he could take glimpses of their handwriting. Unfortunately, none of them matched. There had been instances where someone's writing had been similar to the mystery person's, but not exactly the same. It was always a small detail that was different, like how they wrote their 'r's or 'g's.

One Saturday afternoon, Remus sat in the library, trying to piece together the clues this anonymous person had left him. At one point, Haleigh had sat down across from him, and had started doing her transfiguration homework. 

A couple of minutes later, he noticed that she was wearing a huge, oversized knitted sweater. When she begun to search through her bag for a new quill (because the tip of hers had broken) Remus' gaze automatically travelled down to her parchment. Her writing was small, neat and cursive.

"Could- could I see that parchment for a second?" He asked, and she nodded, still searching her bag. He studied her writing, comparing hers to the messages from the person. He couldn't believe it - they matched. The writing on the two parchments looked identical. 

"It's you, isn't it?" She looked up at him, and smiled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." With that, she slipped her parchment back and packed up her things, grinning subtly all the while. She left the library, and Remus quickly followed her, through corridors and into an empty one, where she stopped at last.

"It's you, you..."

"Took you damn well long enough, Rem." She laughed, shaking her head. "I'd've thought you'd have figured it out-"

Her sentence was cut short, however, when Remus lifter her off her feet in a warm embrace. His arms were wrapped around her small waist, and his head was buried in her shoulder. She wrapped her own arms around his neck, returning the hug. When he set her down, he had teary eyes and he continuously thanked her for making his horrendous transformation easier.

"Remus, it's okay, really." She tried. "Rem, I don't mind, it's actually quite enjoyable..." He did not stop his rambling, no matter how much she assured him that it was not to be fussed over. Eventually, she took his face in her hands and closed the distance between them.

His arms wrapped around her waist again, and when they pulled back, he had a look of admiration (and confusion) on his scarred face. Though, the marks he put upon himself once a month did not make him any less beautiful to her.

"I never thought I'd actually have enough courage to do that..." And they both broke into an airy laughter, holding the other tight in their arms.

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Yep, so that's part 3... I like the last part the best, even though it's probably crap. But hey... idk. 

Anyway, what did you think?