New Awakening

The Broken Boy

 

Remus Lupin used to hate night time, but since Lily Potter and her best friend Severus Snape invented a potion to prevent werewolves from transforming on the full moon he has grown to like it quite a bit. Living ten months out of twelve on a school full of children, teaching class after class of Defence Against the Dark Arts and grading papers the night was the only peaceful time he had.

It was during one of his night strolls that he saw a blinding light engulf the open room on his left. He carefully entered the barely used classroom with wand on his hand and at first saw nothing. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness – yes, he still has his werewolf senses – he saw a small lump on the furthest corner of the room. As he got closer his keen senses could smell blood and body odour. It was a small boy and he looked like death itself.

He looked like he was seven or eight, you could see his way too thin figure limp on the floor inside a growing pool of blood. His ribs were showing through his shirt that was glued to his body by blood and his arm was in a deformed condition. His hands were burning red.

Remus quickly sent a message through a Patronus – a silvery mist creature that was able to transmit a message in the caster’s voice and ward off Dementors – to the headmaster and to Poppy Pomfrey, the school’s mediwitch before carefully picking up the black haired boy, who looked surprisingly familiar to him but he couldn’t put a finger on it.

He walked as quickly as he could without joisting the boy to the Hospital Wing, Getting there Poppy was waiting for him and the little boy with an arsenal of potions but even tough the message said he was in a terrible condition the mediwitch couldn’t suppress a gasp when she saw the bleeding figure.

Soon enough she went into a full healer mode and motioned for Remus to lay the boy on the bed before casting a vanishing spell on his clothes, leaving him only in his underwear.

There was a huge and deep gash on his stomach, which was bleeding a lot and looked infected and many minor cuts that had been forced open from their cicatrisation process. His hands had third degree burns, His legs were full of haematomas as were his arms.  His nose was clearly broken and there was a lighting bolt scar on his forehead that was clearly reopened with a sharp object.

She then began to ask questions as she cast charm after charm, spell after spell on the dying boy.

“Who is this boy, Remus?” She asked while a floating quill and parchment listed all the injuries the boy has ever had. “I’ve never seen him here before. Is he a first year?”

“I don’t know, Poppy. I didn’t see him at the sorting. As I told you, all I saw was a blinding light coming from an unused classroom and this little boy lying there in a pool of blood.”

The quill was still writing.

At that moment, Albus Dumbledore entered the room.

“What happened, Remus, my boy? You said you found an injured boy?”