Wolfstar Oneshots

Detention, the Lot of You! Part 2

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Description: After serving a hefty amount of detentions with his friends, Remus has to face his angry father over summer break. (Warning: mentions of abuse and other sensitive topics).

Story:

Remus was shaking on the train ride home. He knew what was waiting for him and he hated it, wishing with all his might that he could go home to a family like James's that loved him and didn't just tolerate him.

James and Peter were too busy trying to comfort Sirius to notice Remus's distress. Sirius who was acting up in the face of going home to his family as well. Remus felt bad for him, he did, but he couldn't focus on anything but the look he knew would be in his dad's eyes when he stepped off the train.

Remus had been reading the same paragraph in his book for the entire train ride, not able to focus long enough to turn the page.

He closed his eyes in dread when the train finally stopped at Kings Cross Station. But he plastered on a smile and pretended to be excited for the holidays. He said his cheery goodbyes and he walked off the train like nothing was wrong.

He walked right up to his father who was scowling at him and offered his hand to apparate. His father grabbed onto his wrist with a painful grip and they apparated to the drive outside the Lupin cottage in the middle of the woods.

Lyall shoved Remus on ahead of him and Remus stumbled up to the house and opened the door with shaking hands.

Lyall was right behind Remus and he shoved his son again to the living room. "Sit down," he commanded and Remus did so.

"What did I tell you at the beginning of the school year?" Lyall's voice was calm and stone cold. Remus feared this version of his father more than when he was yelling.

"Stay out of trouble," Remus whispered.

"Speak up, boy!"

"Stay out of trouble," Remus said louder.

"That's damn right. And how many letters did I get from the school telling me you'd gotten a detention?"

"Twenty-three," Remus said, curling his shoulders in a wolf-like way to protect himself.

Lyall noticed and snarled. "Twenty-three. You're damn lucky to be in that school in the first place, and what do you do to repay Dumbledore? PUT LAXATIVES IN YOUR PROFESSOR'S FUCKING TEA?"

Remus was trembling. He was fourteen years old and yet he still trembled in the presence of his father.

Lyall stared at him, face red, taking a minute to calm himself down. Nothing hurt Remus more than the look of disgust in his father's eyes when he looked upon his own son. Remus had never hated himself more than he did when he was at home. At home, he lived to disappoint his father.

Finally, Lyall set his jaw. "Cellar. Now."

Remus's eyes about popped out of his head. "What? No, no please, not the cellar."

Lyall's expression left no room for argument. Remus's eyes watered dangerously as Lyall repeated, "NOW!"

He scrambled to his feet and tried to dig in his heals, but Lyall grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and dragged him along to the cellar. He opened the door and tossed Remus down the stairs.

Remus yelped in pain as he crashed onto the floor, gagging at the awful stench of the cellar. This is where he was sent to transform and he hated it in there.

"You'll come out when I say you can, you hear?"

Remus whimpered. "Dad, please—"

"Stop your whining, you filthy mutt. I'll give you food in a couple days."

"Days?" Remus's voice broke on the question.

Lyall growled, low and deep in his throat. "Your mother would be turning in her grave if she could see you now."

And with that, he slammed the cellar door behind him and bolted it shut.

Remus backed himself into a corner and pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. He wanted to believe his mother would love him still. With all of his heart, he wanted her to be proud of him.

He wished he'd had time to get an extra sweater, but his trunk was upstairs.

Once he'd calmed down, he got to looking around the cellar. Any furniture or crates that were down there were torn to pieces and the stench was a mixture of blood and urine.

It was trashed in the cellar and it was small. He could feel the walls caving in on him already and he tried to keep his breathing steady and not hyperventilate.

He tried to keep close to himself and avoid the spiders and other creepy crawlers that wandered around. There was nowhere in the entire world that he hated more than that cellar.

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At the start of fourth year, Remus stood on the platform, skinnier and paler than he had been at the start. His father had dropped him off and left, and Remus stood, getting ready to cross the barrier.

In his head, he vowed to himself to stay out of trouble and to stay out of detention, but he knew as he boarded the train that it was a promise that he wouldn't be able to keep.

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