HARRY POTTER ONESHOTS

Remus Lupin ~ Change P.2

These chapters with the same first names are continuations of each other just to let the readers know.

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January 12, 1965 ~ Waxing Gibbous

"What are we going to do, Lyall?" Hope asked her husband, staring up at him with a shaky hand. Remus laid on the living room couch, wrapped in three layers of blankets. He was sleeping soundly, but was also shaking without trying in the bundle.

The house had grown darker in the past week. Remus had been rushed to a doctor where the parents had no explanation for the muggles who had treated his wounds. The doctor said the wounds would heal in time. They had got medical bills back, which didn't matter to them, but Remus was acting the exact same as before the attack.

Just a bit frightened of the dark.

They were not able to fix the large hole in the wall, which forced Remus to sleep with his parents once again. But he didn't seem to mind. He didn't want to be alone in the night nor in the day.

"It'll be fine... I'll-I'll take extra hours at work," Lyall said, trying to calm his own shaking voice. "He'll be fine, Hope," Lyall told his wife, lying his shaking hand on hers. She nodded, tears running down her cheeks.

"What if the wounds don't heal?" she asked him. Lyall looked from to his son lying on the couch.

"He doesn't seem to be in pain now," he told his wife. Then, he stood up, softly kissing her forehead. She was shaking from beneath his lips. He then walked over to his son, picking the bundle of blankets into his arms. Remus squirmed in his arms, scratching his back.

"Help!" he screamed, his eyes suddenly shooting open. his head was tucked over Lyalls shoulder. He begun to bash his fathers back, tears coming to his eyes. Lyall softly tried to soothe his son, hoping the panic attacks would soon settle. It was the only thing which he did which made the two parents worry. The way he seemed to frightened by anything which touched him.

Hope rushed in front of her sons face, cupping his cheeks with her hands. His nails pressed against his fathers back, making imprints for the morning. He was panting, his breaths shaking with fear and he pulled away from his father, facing the man in the face. But he burst out in tears, hugging his arms around his self.

"I'm sorry daddy!" Remus cried to him. Lyall hated how his son could see the pain on his face.

"Oh, Remy, Remy, just calm down, its okay!" Lyall said to his son, his own eyes becoming watery at the sight of his crying son.

"I'm sorry," Remus sniffled to him. This time, his hands came to his eyes, rubbing them softly. He sniffled as he yawned, letting out a few quickly muffled sobs as Lyall grabbed his wife's hand and led her towards their bedroom. They had locked Remus's door closed, never wanting to enter the torn apart room ever again. Yet, every time Lyall walked down the hallway, passing the door, he couldn't help but think... if he had opened that door quicker, would he have saved his son from his wounds? Would his son not be screaming every time he tried to show affection?

They slept together than night and the next and the next, sleeping soundly in each others warm comfort.

January 16, 1965 ~ Full Moon

Remus sat in the middle of the living room, placing together the puzzle his mom had gotten him in the hospital. He hadn't been able to put it together on his hospital bed, but he was glad to put it together now. The image was black and white, the inside of a kitchen somewhere where things were in better condition. He liked the image, though wished some color had been incorporated into the piece.