𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 || Remus Lupin X Reader

Chapter One: My Savior

"Y/n?"

Someone was calling my name. I didn't really know how I got in the position I was currently in, nor was I aware of where I was. 

"Y/n, are you okay?" I heard them say again. Who was that?

Everything was a fog—All I knew was that my arm hurt. Like hell. What had happened to me?

"Y/n! Merlin, you better wake up! You're the best bloody seeker in this school, I'll drag your dead body to the stadium before I find a new one!" I started to become aware of my surroundings. 

Oh.

It was Oliver.

Of course.

"Oliver?" I strained, opening my eyes. Uh oh. The entire Gryffindor Quidditch team was standing over me. Was I dead?

It sure felt like I was dead. 

"I know you all are worried, but please give me a bit of room." I heard an adult voice say, pushing his way through the crowd. My vision was blurred, but I could still make out a faint figure approaching me. Jeez, a professor was here? It must be serious.

I could almost recognize the voice...

"Professor Lupin?" I tried to push myself off the ground at his voice, and immediately regretted it as an unimaginable pain shot up my right arm. Merlin that hurt.

I let out a groan as I fell back to the ground.

"Shh, Shh." Lupin kneeled to my level. "Relax."

He reached for my arm, pausing before he actually touched it.

"May I?"

I nodded, closing my eyes in preparation for the pain.

Professor Lupin's fingers ghosted over the flesh, feeling for any problems. Though I'm sure he already had an inkling of what was wrong. I mean, my arm was twisted in the opposite direction of what it should be.

I could only brace myself for the bad news. 

"I'm afraid you've broken your arm Y/n. And I don't think this is something we can fix with chocolate, as I normally would." He chuckled at the end of his sentence, trying to cheer me up a bit. I suppose it was a little funny, but I wasn't really in the mood to laugh.

"Well that's reassuring." I let out an exasperating sigh.

Everything was coming back to me now.

It was the first Quidditch game of the school year—and a pretty important one at that. Gryffindor vs Slytherin. It would set the stage for who had the big advantage this season.

And just as I was just about to catch the golden snitch, some snotty Slytherin on the other team elbowed me off my broom—where I plummeted right to my demise.

I swear to Merlin when I find out who-

"Y/n? I think it would be best if we brought you to the infirmary now." Professor Lupin held an arm out, offering to help me stand. "Before anything else gets hurt."

"Alright." I took his arm with my intact one, letting him do most of the work to lift me off the ground. This was definitely gonna leave a few bruises.

I was surprised at how gentle Professor Lupin was being. He put my good arm over his shoulder, and locked his other arm around my waist. It seemed like pretty reliable carrying position.