#good parent lyall lupin

[chimuelo2005-blog]

Headcanon that Remus Lupin was a daddy's boy.

Remus Lupin absolutely adored his mother, like any other boy does when you have an angel like Hope Lupin as your mother, but Remus was always a daddy's boy.

That is why, when Fenrir decided to take revenge on Lyall for accusing him, he decides to go after his boy. It wasn't a secret to anyone that, despite Lyall's stoic demeanor, the man was completely in love with his woman and smitten for his sweet boy. Who could blame him? Remus was a happy, sweet, gentle kid, a bit shy but that made him even more charming in his father's eyes.

So when Remus got bitten, Lyall couldn't look at him in the eye. Not because he was disgusted, but because how could he? He was supposed to protect Remus and he got him permanently sick.

No one says anything to Lyall at his job when they find out that grayback attacked his house; the same way no one says anything when he asks for 5 minutes alone with him before grayback is sent to azkaban. If the room suddenly was too quiet, a type of quiet that only a silencing spell can create, no one noticed or cared to mention it. If anyone asks, Fenrir grayback left on time and the injuries he received were during his apprehension and arrest.

[galadrail]

HOPE AND LYALL LUPIN WERE GOOD PARENT

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do i think remus lupin has daddy issues? sure.

do i think lyall lupin was a shit dad? no.

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.9K Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort (but also not?) Prompt: A Winter in Lupin's Cottage This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 48: Dust in the Wind

December 26th, 1976

The green flames rose and enveloped you alongside the slightly dusty smell of floo powder, you closed your eyes and opened them again until you felt the very distinctive smell of a home-cooked meal. You opened your eyes and stepped out of the fire. Remus was hugging a beautiful woman with hair exactly the same as his, and just next to them was a man, as tall as Remus, who had a hand on your friend’s shoulder. 

“Good evening,” you said politely, a small nod that the man returned. 

He stepped forward, “Lyall Lupin,” he said as he extended his hand, and you shook it while you introduced yourself to him. 

Remus’ mum pulled her face from her boy’s shoulder and turned to you, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, darling,” she said as she pulled you into a hug. She might have been the prettiest woman you had seen in your life. “Remus has told me a lot about you in his letters,” she said and you threw Remus a look, he just shrugged in response. “I’m really sorry it’s in such a condition that we finally meet, though” she pulled back and looked at you straight in the eyes. Remus’ brown, you realised as you stared back, “How are you?” 

You looked to the side, not sure what to say. You weren’t sure how much Remus’ parents knew, so you weren’t sure how to answer, you didn’t want to scare them, but you told Remus to ask them if it was all right if you went, so he must have at least mentioned the fact that you could have been a dеath eater target. Did he also tell them about your Mum? About Nina? 

“I’m coping,” you replied with a sad smile– that didn’t seem to convince Hope and she brought you back into a hug. “I’m really sorry you had to go through such awful things, darling.” 

You blinked a few times, she had a rather strong accent, but it was charming, you wondered if smaller Remus spoke more like her before Hogwarts. 

“Thank you,” you said as you leaned a little more into her hug. You didn’t realise how well hugging her made you feel. She was about the same height as your Mum, if you closed your eyes– no.

“Are you hungry?” She asked you as she pulled back to look at your face. She definitely had his eyes and they had the same mouth, although her nose was smaller, more narrow and slightly more pointy, the feminine version of Remus. She really could be her older sister and not his mum. No wonder Lyall fell madly in love with her. 

“The food smells delicious,” you said politely. She smiled, the exact same smirk Remus would sometimes give you. It was the smirk he’d use when he was up to something. 

“You know, I’m no wizard,” she said as she nodded for you to follow into the kitchen, “But I’d be dumb if I didn’t take advantage of all the fantastic things the magical world has to offer,” she said as she pointed at her kitchen. There was a floating spoon spinning the soup. She opened one of her drawers and picked out a few spices. Some of them were normal muggle spices, some of them were magical spices, and there were even a couple of potions there. 

She’s amazing, you thought as you saw her picking a warming potion and placing a couple of drops on the soup. “It’s great for winter,” she explained, “keeps me warm all night, even when Lyall is not around.” 

“When who is not around?” Lyall asked as he walked inside the kitchen, he had stayed behind talking to Remus. 

Hope threw him a smile and then a wink, placing a bit of the soup in the back of her hand, and then bringing it to her lips. 

“Do you like it very salty?” she asked. 

“Oh, I’ll take it how you take it,” you said with a quick shake of your head. Hope gave you another smile, winked your way and then took a small pinch of salt and added it to the pot. 

“Lyall, darling, would you set the table, please?” 

“We’re on it,” he responded. The cupboard above her head opened wide and a set of plates, cups and cutlery floated out of it and towards the dining area. You gently stepped out of the way as a small cup floated right over your head. 

“How can I help?” you asked her as he took the spoon, gave a few more twists to the soup and placed it on the sink. 

“There is some fresh apple juice on the fridge,” she said as she pointed towards one of the cupboards. “Do you mind bringing it over?” 

You had known what fridges were, you were muggle savvy enough, but you had never actually seen a fridge, at least not one outside of a muggle grocery store. So you walked towards the cupboard she had pointed and pulled the door open, only for the door of a fridge to be opened alongside it. A whiff of cool air hit your face and you leaned down to look through the things that Hope kept there. Milk, cheese, ham, and a couple of jars of things you didn’t know, there were also toppers with leftover food. 

You quickly found the jar and pulled it out of the fridge. “You don’t need anti-spoiling charms when you have one of these?” you asked, “food never goes bad?” 

Hope threw you a look as she pulled out gloves from a cupboard and used them to pick the pot of soup, “It goes bad if you leave it for too long. Unless you freeze it. Frozen food can last almost forever,” she explained. She walked outside with the soup and placed it on top of a wooden table that Lyall and Remus had placed there. Rem stood up and used his wand to bring over a tray with bread, and then one with shredded cheese. 

The magic spoon started serving your food as you placed your plate close to the pot, and then Hope used a normal spoon to add cheese on top of hers and yours. “You’ll like it, trust me,” she said with a smile. 

“It’s her special tomato soup,” Lyall said and took the cheese plate from her hands to serve himself and Remus. 

“How’s school?” He asked him as he added some cheese. 

“Remus is incredible,” you said before he even got to speak. Lyall turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Insanely clever, he’s exceptionally good at potions, History and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think he got ´Os´ on all of his final projects.” 

“She was my partner on most of them,” Remus said and then threw you a look.

He could tell you had switched into charmer mode. You stood slightly straighter and you spoke in the same way you had used back at Slughorn’s party. The tone you used on teachers sometimes. He too was charmed by you when you did it, but he didn’t want you to make such an effort, especially not for his parents. 

Hope, who didn’t really care for Remus’ grade as much as Lyall did, had been a lot more busy looking at the way her son was looking at you. She could easily tell how worried he was, and while she couldn’t see past the mask you wore, she was certain Remus could. 

“No talking grades on the table,” she scolded Lyall. “How have you been, Beag Gille?” 

“Oh,” you said as you sat your spoon on the soup. “That’s Little Boy! Isn’t it?” 

“You speak Gaelic?!” Hope asked, surprised. 

“Oh no,” you replied as you shook your head. “But Remus has called me a few things in Gaaelic before, “Beag Nicnevin and… what was it?  Oh right, he called me and Sirius something like  chachelan alan.” 

Hope raised an eyebrow, and looked at Remus who was holding his breath, and looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the ground. “Chailleachan àlainn?” 

“Yes! That was it,” you responded. 

“And neither of you know what he meant by that, did you?” She asked, there was a smile playing on her lips. 

“No,” you laughed. “But we got the meaning loud and clear, he was insulting us.” 

Hope’s smile tightened. She had had the suspicions that Rem had once had a crush on Sirius. She was sure, from the letters, that he liked you a lot, but it was now that she realised her Beag Gille had fallen for his two best friends. And neither of you had a clue, apparently. 

“Is it not an insult?” You asked when you noticed her expressions.

“Oh no, it is, awful one,” she said as she sent Remus a look. He just swallowed. He had never been more thankful that Lyall could not speak an ounce of Gaelic, no matter how many times both Hope and himself had tried to teach him. “Should have never given him that old dictionary,” she added, as she pointed at the bookshelf behind her. 

Remus threw her a look and resisted the urge to kick her under the table, “But she speaks many other languages, right, Vix?” 

“Vix?” Lyall asked, confused. 

“From Vixen, they thought it was a funny nickname,” you said with a shrug. “It grows on you,” you added then. “I don’t speak that many.” 

“At least 3 different ones,” Remus said. You refrained from saying how many you actually spoke. “When she and Sirius want to be annoying they start talking in French to shoot me out.” 

“And do you often find her and Sirius annoying?” Hope asked, turning to her son while she leaned her head on the back of her hand. 

“Yes, plenty of times,” Remus shot back rather quickly and gave a look to his mum. He had given you that same look plenty of times before, but you didn’t think he would give it to his mother. 

You leaned back towards Lyall and whispered, “Sir… Do you know what’s going on?” 

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he admitted and then shrugged. “They’re often like this thought, it’s like they know something the rest of us normal people don’t,” he said the last bit a little louder and Hope turned to him with a salacious smile. 

What a stunning woman, you thought as you saw her tilt her head at her husband, “You said you wanted the garlic?” she asked and extended her hand towards him, he scoffed as he took it in between his hands as he shook his head. That was Remus’ amused expression, he too tended to look at you that way often. 

After that, Hope changed the subject and she ended up telling you embarrassing baby stories of Remus. He had given up on stopping her babbling near the end of the second story, and just focused on finishing his soup. 

“So he then looked at me, he had this cute, adorable fat cheeks back then, and he frowned, mind you he was about this tall,” Hope said as she placed her hand near the ground. “And then he said: MUM, I’GWONA CORWSE YOU!“ 

“No way!” 

“He was small but he was clever,” Hope said with a nod, “He caught on pretty fast that his dad was the only one who could do magic besides him. Anyway, Lyall got pretty angry at him and he was grounded for saying that.” 

“And all for a lemon curd pie?”

“Clearly, you’ve never tried her lemon curd pie,”  Remus said as he stood up and picked his plate up. Since Hope and you were done, he also picked those up. 

“I can make you some, darling,” she added with a smile. “As long as you promise not to curse me,” she added with a smirk. 

You laughed, “I’d curse whoever tried to course you, Hope.” She had asked you to call her by her name at some point during the first story.

“And she really would,” Remus agreed, “she’s a brilliant duelist.” 

“I knew you’d be as sweet as Remus pictured you, but I’m starting to think he was selling you short,” she said and stood to pull the cups, you instantly stood to help her as well. 

“Oh leave it,” she said when she spotted you walking towards the sink. “Lyall charmed the sink so the dishes would wash themselves,” she explained and simply placed the things over the sink. “It’s the wonders of having married a wizard. Now you must be tired. Remus’ll give you his bed.” 

“What?” You asked. “No, I wouldn’t want to–” 

“Nonsense,” Hope said. “We have a good sleeping bag Remus’ll take. We’ve raised a gentleman after all.”

You smiled, Remus had never been anything short of one, that wasn’t a lie, “Thank you.”

When you moved to walk toward the door they had pointed to as Remus' room, Hope spoke again, “Remus darling, would you mind coming over just a second.”  

Remus gave a look your way and then walked towards his mum. “Yeah?” 

“Chailleachan àlainn?” She asked simply. 

“It was taken out of context mum, you wouldn’t–”  

She just smiled, “It might be a little too soon to tell, Beag Gille, but from what I’ve seen…” 

“What?” 

Hope bit her lip, “Have you ever heard of Emperor Nero?” 

“Eh… Roman? Really bad or something?” 

Hope smiled, “Yeah, Nero was vioIent, certainly. But there was something else. Look up his story with Sporus and Sabina, would you?” 

“Why?” 

Hope smiled and shrugged, “I’ll tell you once you’ve looked it up.” 

Remus narrowed his eyes at her impatiently. “Mum,” he complained, her smile only widened. “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t manipulate me into learning.” 

“Oh, Remus, you’ll always be my Beag Gille,” she said as she reached for his cheeks. She could barely pinch anything now, but she did anyway. 

Remus rolled his eyes but allowed her to play with his face to her heart’s content. 

“By Merlin!” you exclaimed. “Is this baby Remus?” 

That was enough to distract her, there was a small portrait of Remus in your hands. It was his fourth birthday, he had no scars since he wasn’t a werewolf and he was smiling at the camera as he blew the candles. Hope walked over to you and smiled. “See those fluffy little cheeks?”  

You nodded in return. “He was absolutely adorable!” you said as you looked at him. Remus, your Remus, but smaller and chubbier, almost too cute to handle. 

“And he would never shut up,” Hope said. “Always asking questions about something.” 

“Exactly like his mum,” Lyall said, and she scoffed at him. 

Lyall and Hope seemed to be truly happy with each other, you had never seen that kind of playful banter between your parents. You wondered if they had ever been like that; if your father had ever made your mum smile the same way Lyall made Hope smile. You knew they had loved each other, in a weird twisted kind of way, but never like Hope and Lyall. You decided then, that that was the kind of love you wanted to have. And then a small smile appeared on your lips, since, in the end, you weren’t that far from it. 

“All right, time to sleep,” Hope said as she clapped her hand and pushed both you and Remus towards the room. “Remus has his own bathroom, so you can use it to change.” 

“Thank you,” you said with a smile as you walked inside. Remus’ room was smaller than any of the rooms in Hogwarts but it wasn’t exactly small either. He had a wall filled with rows of bookshelves, there was a small desk on the side, right in front of one of the windows, with a few books lying on the side. There was a closet next to the door and there was another door right after it. 

Remus had a few posters on the windows, and his closet was filled with pictures of places he had visited with his parents and a bunch of pictures with his friends. “Oh Godric! He looks exactly like Regulus did,” you said as you left your suitcase drop hastily on the floor and leaned down on the wooden floorboard to pick a picture of young Sirius. 

“That was in first year,” Remus said with a smile, remembering the day he took that picture of Sirius. He had been fascinated with the camera Remus had brought after the Christmas break and wanted to know everything about it.

“This is basically the Reggie I met two years ago,” you said with a smile, “down to the haircut.” 

“Sirius has always had softer features, though,” Remus said. 

You nodded in agreement, “He was so cute, almost as cute as you with your adorable chipmunk cheeks,” you said before placing the picture back in its place and standing up. Remus tried not to blush at your words. You had probably said it inadvertently, but you had basically said he was cuter than Sirius. “Is that your bathroom?” 

Remus nodded, “Go ahead, I’ll change here.” 

You walked over to a corner with your suitcase and opened it, taking out some sleeping clothes before walking inside the bathroom and starting to get changed, but you had forgotten your toothbrush, so you walked outside to get it again. Remus’ head snapped over to the door as it opened. 

You half gasped, Remus wore so many soft and cuddly sweaters, it was easy to forget how ripped he actually was. “Ugh, sorry, I can wait inside if–” 

“You know I’m a werewolf anyway,” Remus said with a shrug. He was –in fact– not  as cool as he appeared. 

You smiled and walked behind him, your arm accidentally brushing against his back when you walked past him to get the toothbrush. He was quicker while trying to find something, a simple sleep shirt. It took you no longer than a second to get your toiletry set. By the time you turned around, he already had a shirt on. But it was an old one, and it was rather tight. 

“The colour suits you,” you said before walking back inside the bathroom. Remus frowned, it was a simple grey shirt –not simple, a tight grey shirt–. And while you might have not known it then, it hadn’t been the colour that prompted you to say that. 

When you finished you walked straight into the bed and sat on the edge, Remus was extending the sleeping bag on the floor. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as you rested your chin over them. “Is that really comfortable?” you asked in disbelief. 

“It’s okay,” he said with a shrug. 

“And… are you really planning to sleep there?” 

“Where else?” He asked as he turned to you. 

You pointed at the bed with your head, as if it were the most obvious thing. 

“I can turn into Vixen if you want,” you said, doing it instantly and leaning your head closer to lick his face. 

“Ugh, Little Witch!” he complained as he pulled back. You jumped from the bed over to his lap. It was obvious that asking to sleep with him like last night would have been weird. Not because you didn’t enjoy cuddling up to Remus, he was very cuddleable. But you feared he might have been uncomfortable and had only done it because it was necessary. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t like, but you knew for a fact that he liked cuddling Vixen. 

You brushed your head against him and he sighed. “Fine then,” he said. “I’ll brush my teeth, see you on the bed.” 

You jumped over to the bed and turned back. You had been so distracted you had entirely forgotten to tell Sirius and James you’d gone with Rem. So you took some paper from his desk and wrote a small note on a piece of paper. You leaned over the window and tapped a few times, you had given Reese the address, and you hoped he was around. When you spotted his small figure approaching the window from the fence, you smiled, hastily opening the window and wrapping the note on his feet. 

You were shutting the window when Remus left the bathroom, “I just owled the boys, so they know we’re here.” 

“I brought the radio,” he said pointing at his backpack, “And I also told them you were coming.” 

“When?” you were with me almost all day. 

“When I owled my parents.” 

“Before they sent the letter that said I could stay, were you that confident?” 

Remus nodded, and you scoffed with a smile, throwing a pillow his way before walking back to the bed and turning into Vixen. Remus lay on his bed and gently pulled you over his chest. The two of you were asleep in an instant. 

December 27th, 1976

There was a gentle hand on your head coaxing you awake. “Little Witch,” Remus said softly, “Little Witch.” 

You blinked awake, Remus smiled when he saw your small eyes open and dug his finger near your ear scratching the section softly, just like Vixen adored. You licked your snout and then dug your head on his chest again. 

“Nu-uh,” he said cheerfully. “No more sleep, I want to show you something.” 

You frowned and looked through the window. It was dark as fuck, Remus never woke up before the sun came up, you had even threatened Sirius with waking him up early just to make him cranky for the rest of the day. 

You jumped off his chest and onto the side of the bed, turning back and appearing in a sitting position, “Who are you and what have you done to my Remus?” 

Her Remus? I certainly like the sound of that, he thought and smiled a little wider. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.” 

“On a scale from 1 to 10?” 

“Eleven, now shut up,” he whispered and stood up, walking to his closet and throwing a jumper and then a coat your way. “You’ll need this. It is still cold out there.” 

You frowned but pulled the jumper over your head, and then put on the coat. The coat was long, it reached your ankles, on Remus it probably reached way higher. You grabbed a pair of boots from your suitcase and tied them on as Remus did the same with his old pair of brown converses. 

When he was done, he nodded and the two of you walked outside of his room. He’d cast a silencing steps spell on the two of you so you wouldn’t wake his parents, and then you were out the door. You had not seen the outside of his house, and while Dumbledore had mentioned that they lived near the sea, you did not expect them to live that close. 

When he opened his front door, there was a whiff of cool wind that hit your face, which caused you to wince, but right after getting used to it you opened your eyes, the first thing that you heard was the sound of waves, so loud and clear, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t heard it when you were inside the cottage. From his front door, there was a small path that led to a simple stone fence, it was covered with a thin layer of snow, just like most of the garden, except for the small stone path that led to the wooden door of the fence. 

“Dad heat charmed the rocks,” Remus said as he saw you staring. You leaned down and placed your hand on them, they were warm to the touch but not too hot to burn. You smiled, Lyall was as much of a talented wizard as Remus. 

Beyond the fence, there were a few metres of land, and then, there was the steep end of a cliff. You looked marvelled at the scene, the moon was still shining in the sky, and it reflected a light beam of light on the sea. 

“Come,” he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the gate. From there, he dragged you through the area and towards a different place.  You followed behind Remus for what must have been a 15-minute walk. The soft sound of waves, the crunching of your shoes against the snow and the melody of both of your breaths had combined to make the scenery even more soothing. The beam of light from the moon seemed to follow you as you climbed up and down smaller hills, as you heard the waves crashing against the shore way below the area you were standing on. Remus didn’t let go of you at all on the walk. 

His hand had found its way into your arm and he was guiding you through a path invisible to your eyes but impossibly clear to his. You were half admiring the way nature shone, and half the way he so easily moved through it. You knew Remus had a great sense of orientation, you had seen as much the day he guided you through the halls and then through the secret passages, you had seen Moony run and chase through the woods like the natural hunter he was, but you had never seen Remus outside of school grounds, or Hogsmeade. 

You had never seen him speeding through snow-covered hills and towards a direction completely unknown to you, the confidence by which he moved, the cadence of his steps, the sureness of his stance, they were all sides of Rem you had seen before, but now you stared at them in a new light. Perhaps it was how emotional you were, or the moon shining high above the two of you, reflecting its silver light on Remus’ profile, but you found the scene absolutely breathtaking, fascinating and beyond enrapturing. And you hadn’t even gotten to the place Remus was trying to show you.

“Mind your step,” he said as he tightened his grip on your hand, nodding towards a stoney step that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “It’s ruins from an old castle,” he explained. “You can find these irregularities almost all over the valley,” he added as he pointed behind him, the light of the moon allowed you to discern a few, old crumbling towers. 

You smiled, and then followed behind him, not towards the castle, but in the same unknown direction he had been dragging you since you stepped outside of his house. No more than 5 minutes passed, and he stopped, let go of your hand and walked towards the end of the cliff, as if to make sure he was in the right place, and then he came back. “It’s here, come over,” he whispered, and grabbed your arm again, pulling you towards the cliff. 

He sat down near the edge and then patted the spot right next to him. You sat down on the snow next to him. 

“Look,” he whispered as he pointed towards the water. 

You stared at the shimmering water for a couple of seconds, but you didn’t see anything other than the reflections of the moon. You were about to turn to Remus, to ask him what exactly he was going on about when you noticed a slight movement, and then a shimmering, iridescent fin. 

You gasped and covered your mouth instantly, “Remus, it’s merfolk!” you whispered. He smiled when he saw the wondrous expression that filled your face. “How is it possible?” you asked as you saw one of them jump from the water and then back in. You realised as well, that the crashing of the waves at the bottom, was accompanied by soft screeches that would get carried away with the strong wind. “They’re out and about, aren’t they scared to be spotted by muggles?”  

“It’s a reserve,” Remus explained. “That’s why Dad decided to move here. Apparently, they’ve charmed almost the entire place. Muggles forget what they’re doing and turn back whenever they cross the magical borders, kind of like Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.” 

“Does that mean there are more magical creatures here?” You whispered as you leaned your head over the edge to see the merfolk better. You could instantly tell they were Sunfolk since they had long, human-like hair and were stunningly beautiful. Some of the deadIiest. 

“Yeah, there’s a forest not too far from him that is said to be more filled with magical beings than the Forbidden Forest. I heard Dad mention there were fae there too, I guess we could also visit if you–”

“No,” you said simply. “Fae are dangerous, Grandma taught me as much.” 

“No more than merfolk,” Remus retorted. 

“And we’re looking at them from far away,” you added. “With Fae, it wouldn’t be as simple. They could charmspeak you, Remus.”

Charmspeak was something similar to the Imperius curse, when done properly, the fae could get you to do whatever it is that they wanted. Your mom had been capable of it, she and your grandma had taught you how to resist it since they were scared you might be stolen as a child, and taken back to their tribe. Your grandma hadn’t left in the best of terms, and fae were resentful people. 

“They can too,” he said pointing at the sirens. “They’re beautifully deadIy” 

“I’m aware,” you responded with a smile and leaned a little closer to the edge, your hands firmly gripping the very end of the cliff as you used them to support yourself and look down curiously. “That makes them even more enrapturing, don’t you think?” You turned to face him. 

Remus laughed, “You really do like dangerous things.” 

“Not all the dangerous things,” you said, thinking back to a few nights ago. 

What a beautiful sight it was that Remus had brought you to, a welcome distraction to the thoughts and memories plaguing your mind. But that didn’t stop you from feeling slightly bitter at the sweetness of the world. Was it making fun of you and your sadness, by being so beautiful and wild? Were the gorgeous scenes mocking your grieving soul or was it an omen of better times? 

The darkness was starting to subdue, the sky tinted orange and pink tones ahead, you hadn’t noticed until then, that Remus had woken you to see the sunset along with him. 

“You come here often?” You asked as you leaned back on your hands, the cold snow more refreshing than painful as it had been nights ago. 

“Dad bought the house when I entered Hogwarts. There’s a small muggle school in which mum teaches history and science a few kilometres west.” 

“Wasn’t she a chef?” 

“Mum has been so many things, you’d be surprised. She worked at an insurance company in Cardiff before she met Dad, but before that she had been in a band.” 

“A band?” you asked, turning to Remus. The warm morning light was reflecting on his skin, making his features softer and homely, like the groggy Remus you had met after the moon, the one who acted like a child and wanted to cuddle you for longer. 

He nodded. “She was the drummer,” he explained. “She said she thought there was more to the world than it had to offer and that she wanted to explore the endless possibilities of it all. No wonder she fell in love with a wizard.” You bit your lip as you laughed. Hope was a fascinating woman indeed.

“Anyway, I didn’t know the house until the Christmas break of my first year, Mum and Dad didn’t have to move around as much since they didn’t have to hide Moony anymore and they decided to settle down here. Dad warned her not to get too close to the cliffs, and not to wander around, but she’s stubborn, a lot like you actually.”

“She was the one to find the merfolk, she’s not stupid, though, she didn’t dare to get close to them until she asked Dad all he could tell her about them and gobbled a few hundred books. I got that from her,” he said, turning to face you and then back at the sunset. “She was the one to bring me here, she said she had a Christmas present for me and told me all she had learned about them as we admired the sunset. She said ‘Remus, all things can be beautiful, even the most dangerous ones’, I knew she meant me, but I never quite felt like I lived up to it.” 

“Well that’s because you’re a stubborn idiot,” you said with a teasing smile. “You’re beautiful Remus, as beautiful as the Sunfolk swimming down there and as the fae lurking in the forest that you mentioned. Like the sunset and moon, like the wind that blows on our face and the whispering chants of the sea,” you turned to him, “you should just accept it and move on.” 

Remus was almost shocked by your words, he didn’t remember you being so poetic, perhaps the near-dеath experience had brought out a new side of you, or perhaps you were just saying your unfiltered thoughts. In the embracing rays of the morning sun, in the homely presence of nothing but the waves and the sky, words were easier to muster, and thoughts became freer than birds. 

He knew he shouldn’t tell you, he was aware what a terrible idea it was, but would there ever be a better moment to confess all the feelings that had pent up inside of him the last few months? With the sunrise, and the soft and warm moment surrounding the two of you, with the words you had just said to him like they were a normal sentence but that had been more like a windfall to him. Like an answer to his longings. Perhaps, this was it. “I’m bisexual…” 

The second he said it, he completely regretted his words. He had gotten too caught up in the moment, too wrapped up in the beauty of it all. What exactly was he planning to say? I’m bisexual and I have a crush on you and your boyfriend? You had just seen a friend diе for fucks sake, this was about the worst fucking time to speak his mind. 

“I know,” you said simply, calmly, as if one of the last secrets he held from you wasn’t such a surprise. Although when Remus said it, it seemed like he had cut himself off; like he had originally wanted to say something else but stopped himself.

“What?!” he asked with a confused frown. Did you know? How did you know? Did that mean you also knew about his impossible crushes? 

“Minho accidentally let it slip when I figured he had a thing for Tom, he assumed you had told me,” you explained. 

“Really?” he asked in disbelief, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready,” you said with a shrug. 

“How many more things you know about me that I don’t know you know?” He asked in disbelief, almost diverted altogether. 

“That’s quite a question, Moony,” you said with a teasing smile as you leaned back and allowed yourself to fall into the snow, looking at the stunningly tinted sky. “I also like girls, sometimes.” 

“What?!” he asked, turning to you very surprised.

“Sirius was shocked too,” you said with a small laugh. You liked this, it felt normal. Like you were just a kid enjoying the time with your friends, no war to worry about, no dark family secrets, just you and Remus. 

“He probably thought it was hot,” Remus said as he too allowed himself to fall on the snow. You laughed, remembering Sirius’ words after you told him. “Godric! He didn’t actually say it, did he?” 

“Sirius? Speaking his mind without thinking? Nah,” you replied sarcastically. 

“Ugh, please tell me you hit him for it.” 

“I was a little drunk,” you admitted. “Fell asleep shortly after to be honest.” 

“You fell asleep?!?” 

“It was after I fell into the water and almost got kiIIed by the water spirit,” you said in self-defence.  There was a bit of silence. “I wonder if that was a Naiad or… maybe it was Merfolk? They looked devastatingly hungry, but I don’t see how such beautiful creatures could become so hideous only by the lack of care and neglect.” 

“Not all merfolk are beautiful,” Remus said. “Sunfolk are those that muggle mermaids are based on, but they say there are also some deep in the Black Lake, and I believe the deeper they inhabit, the less human-like they become.” 

“Yeah?” you asked, turning to look at him, snowflakes already adhering to your hair. Remus couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. “Have you seen them?” 

“Of course not,” he replied with half a smile. “But Dad mentioned once that Dumbledore speaks mermish, he’s probably seen them. We can ask him what race they are, although I’d assume they’d be something like Lacfolk or Somfolk.” 

“Or Deepmer,” you said, trying to think back to your Magical Creatures from the Depths course. 

“Did you just make that up?” he asked. 

“What, you mean Lacfolks is a thing but Deepmer isn’t?” 

“It sounds like you just made it up.” 

“I did not!” You weren’t exactly sure if that was the name, you had one class about it when you were 13, but you had been so busy with other final projects and exams that you didn’t have the opportunity to thoroughly pay attention to it (it wasn’t coming on the exam, and the subject was only given because there was a boy called Elliot who was really passionate about them and requested the teacher to dive a little deeper into the subject). “Well, I’m like 80% sure it’s a thing,” you added as you sat up again. 

The sun was starting to come out, a small little fireball emerging from the sea tinting the clouds around it a soft orange tone. Remus sat up as well, lost in between looking at the sky and at the way it reflected on your eyes. He forced his gaze to the sight in front of him instead. 

You leaned a little over the edge again, “You think they’re aware we’re looking at them?” you asked when you saw a merman jump from a rock and gracefully dive into the water, muscles glistening in the sun as he called for another man to follow behind. 

There was a couple kissing on one of the rocks as well. Devouring each other like they hadn’t kissed in months. You kept staring, paying closer attention to all of them. Some had long blue hair, the colour of the sea. Others a lighter green, more akin to sea foam. Their skin was very tan, like most Sunfolk, but their long hair helped them blend into the water, hiding them from their biggest predator– muggles. 

“I think they might be,” Remus said as he saw a merman looking up the cliffs and into your direction. He didn’t speak much, but Remus’ acute sight could kind of see a slight smirk. A coquettish little smile that seemed to beckon him to come down, he was handsome, but there was no way in hell he’d be lured by Merpeople if he had you to look at as well.

“They’re rather hedonistic,” you said when you spotted a blue-haired merwoman kiss one with ashy white curls, wrap her hands around the other’s waist and then pull her to her neck as a green-haired merman kissed her lips. 

“Polyamory is common in merpeople,” Remus murmured. 

You leaned a little closer to the edge and then pulled back, your cheeks burning in embarrassment, “Remus– Remus I don’t think they’re hedonistic merpeople.” He turned to look at you with a frown. “I think it’s mating season.” 

“What? Makes no sense, mating season is almost always in summer…” 

“You go tell them that,” you scoffed. “Can’t believe you brought me to see horny merpeople!” 

“What? I didn’t–”

You started to laugh and then looked up at the sky again, the sun was much higher now, reflecting a warm beam of light through the landscape. You then leaned down and allowed your head to fall on his lap. “Snow is kind of cold,” you said simply. 

He brought his hand to your head and started getting rid of some of the snowflakes that had gotten caught. He placed his fingers around a strand and then allowed them to melt before drying his fingers on his coat and repeating his action again. There was something insanely calming about being with Remus. And while the sights, and stunning view he had brought you were soothing, his hand on your hair were reassuring you far beyond the ability of the mermaids’ chants, and the crashing of waves against the stone. 

You stayed there, sometimes talking, sometimes staying quiet, and simply basking in each other’s company. Waking up early had definitely been worth it. You were beyond thankful you had Remus, you couldn’t think of a better place to be. Laying in your lonely room in Hogwarts while you thought back on everything that had happened on Christmas with nothing other to do than eat your heart out in the quiet of lonesomeness seemed like torment in comparison. 

Back when you were alone in the snow, with Nina held between your arms, you didn’t think you’d be able to feel at peace again, and while you still felt all the sadness, you were thankful that it wasn’t crashing with the serenity that you felt at the moment. With the bliss of simply looking at the stunning sight and hanging out with your best friend. You realised that sadness and joy weren’t mutually exclusive, but rather there was enough space in your heart for you to feel both desolate over all that had happened mere days ago, and delight over the stunning sights, and the alleviating touch of Remus’ fingers. 

“Shouldn’t we go back soon?” you asked, the Merpeople were still in the water enjoying themselves, but the sun had gone up rather high, and while its warmth felt all the more soothing, how high it was and how much warmer it had gotten gave you the feeling that you had been with Remus for a while, “Won’t you parents worry?” 

“Mum probably already knows where I brought you,” he lifted his hand from your hair to check his clock, “breakfast should be ready by now, though.” 

“Breakfast?” you asked as you stood up and turned to him, the snow on your coat gently falling to the floor, “you’re telling me I’ll get to eat more of your mum’s delicious food?”

You had stood up so fast that Remus was slightly taken aback. He rolled his eyes but nodded, and extended his hand for you to help him up. Did he really need the help? Not really. Did he want an excuse to touch you? Most definitely. 

“Merlin, I swear my mouth’s watering and I don’t even know what I’m going to eat.” 

Remus scoffed at that, you had always appreciated your food. Especially some of the things the elves prepared, but he’d never expect you to become his mum’s number one fan in regards to it. 

“Come on Rem, let’s go!” you said as you started running. 

“It’s the other way round, sweetheart,” he said with an amused grin. 

You stopped yourself in your tracks, looking at the side and then back at Remus and then to the side again. It was still dark when you got there, but getting confused about which side you had walked from was embarrassing when there were only two possible options. “You’re fucking with me?” He shook his head, an amused smile still dancing on his lips. You sighed and turned back, walking towards Remus. “Are you sure?” 

“Very,” he said with a laugh and grabbed your arm the same way he had done when he brought you, this time pushing you a bit closer to him. You didn’t mind it all, you enjoyed being close to Remus, you’d always had. “Come on, we wouldn’t want you to miss my mum’s exquisite food.” 

“Don’t make fun of me! It really is exquisite,” you replied, this time with a smile as well. 

You and Remus walked back to his cottage, and Hope really had breakfast ready by the time you were there. 

“You took her to see the merpeople?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, “And the stunning sunrise too.” 

Hope sighed with a smile, and Lyall used his wand to bring in a small crystal bottle with honey and a vase with some fresh berries. 

“We got these from the fae market in the forest,” she told you. “It’s hard to deal with them at first but I met a really friendly Brownie that collects muggle things and he’s always willing to make exchanges. 

“You’ve eaten fae food?” you asked, horrified. Your mother and grandma had warned you, over a thousand times never to eat fae food.  

Lyall smiled, “Not all fae food is bad. Especially not if you’ve made a deal for it. Their charms disappear if they receive something in exchange.” 

“I– I didn’t know that,” you stuttered, realising how little you actually knew of the fae, even when you were part one. 

“Not many know,” Lyall said reassuringly. “We’ve kept a close relation with most of the leaders of the clans in the forest since it is my job to make sure the wards and protection spells are always active. Hope, being as friendly as she is, made friends along the way.” 

“And it doesn’t scare you, they might try to take her away?” 

“The Fae?” Lyall asked. “Of course not, they’re very respectful of deals, we’re their guardians.” 

Remus gave you a short pat on the back and a sort of comprehensive side look. He too knew what it was like not to know much of who you were, or at least of part of who you were. And while you had learnt a good deal of fae lore, it mostly consisted on how to stay the hell away from them, rather than their customs. Truth be told, you didn’t even know what type of fae your grandma was. Dryad, Selkie, Nymph, Spite, Alven, there were so many of them that had the size and look of a human enough to blend in, like your grandma.

Remus also didn’t know much about werewolves even if he was one, much like you, his knowledge consisted mostly of how to deal with the problem rather than with their origin, who they were or what they did. At this point, you might as well know more about werewolves with all the research you had done than he did himself. 

“You want to try one?” Hope said with a smile, taking the plate and offering it up to you. You stared at the absolutely delicious-looking fruit and extended your hand for a strawberry. You took a deep breath and then placed it in your mouth, biting it and closing your eyes at how delicious it tasted. It might have had no charms, but you could easily become addicted to the flavour. 

“Woah,” you said as you licked your lips, the remnant of juice being as delightful as the fruit itself. Your eyes had tinted bright silver for a mere second before they returned to normal. Lyall had been busy setting up the table but both Remus and Hope noticed. 

Hope was about to say something, but Remus shook his head. It must have been something similar to his eyes going golden when the wolf was near. 

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Hope said as she placed the bowl with berries back on the table and pulled a chair for you to sit. You thanked her as you sat down.

Breakfast went by as swiftly and gleefully as dinner had gone last night. And so had the days after that. You’d spend your time exploring around the cliffs with Remus, taking breaks for reading books, and talking to the boys through the radio. You exchanged a few letters with Lily, Marlene and the rest of the girls who had sent letters to the boys the minute they found out about the Christmas Party fire, and that you were on the list of the people that had been invited. They were worried since they hadn’t heard from you since then. 

Somehow, being in such a beautiful place had actually helped lift up your spirits, and while you didn’t feel exactly like yourself yet, you did feel a lot better. One night you sneaked out as Vixen and ran towards the shore, hiding behind some rocks and staring at the selkies. One of them had long blonde hair and it reminded you so much of Nina’s that you ended up running back up the hills and crying near the castle ruins until Remus found you. 

He wanted to tell you off for walking out at night, for not telling him or anyone, for not even taking his wand along. He wanted to tell you that even if the merpeople and fairies had dealt with his parents, that didn’t exempt you from the dangers of being ignorant of their customs. Instead, he sat beside you and placed a hand on your back, smoothing soft circles like he had done the night he found you in the snow. You wrapped your hands around his neck and clang to him as you allowed the tears to drop from your eyes and wet his jumper. He had run out so fast he hadn’t even taken a coat out. 

“What happened?” he asked you softly. 

“She looked like Nina,” you whispered and sniffed, trying to wipe the tears off your face and compose yourself.

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly and wrapped his arms a little tighter, bringing you to his lap and holding you close. He held you until you stopped crying and the two walked back to the cottage. Neither of you talked about it in the morning, nor did you the day after in which you both went to see the sunrise again. 

“We just got this letter for the two of you,” Lyall said as you walked back inside the house. 

“Yeah?” you asked with a frown, as you extended your hand to take it from Lyall who had handed it out for you.

“From the Potters,” Hope added with a smile. 

You turned to Remus and the two of you opened it. “Oh, they want us to come to their house after New Year,” you said. 

“How surprising,” Hope replied with a knowing smile. 

“They say we can stay over until we go back to school from there…” Remus added as he read.

“That means I won’t see you again till the break?” Hope asked, looking at the two of you, and then focusing on Remus. “What about the moon?” 

“I mean, Vix could go and–” 

“No,” you said. “It’s fine, we don’t have to go. Are you going to spend the moon here?” 

Remus threw you a side glance and then turned to his mum who had a knowing look on her face. “I was just joking. You both should go and have fun with your friends. Remus has been at the Potter’s on a Moon before, I’m sure they have something prepared for that.” She turned to you, “You must miss your boyfriend as well,” Hope added looking at you. 

And you really did miss Sirius. But the idea of going to the Potters, of being with Sirius and James and then going to school, meant reality. It meant facing everything that had happened again, talking to the boys about it. The small little bubble you had created here with Remus. The one where there were pretty things and creatures and nothing more than would burst the minute you left. And you weren’t sure who you’d become outside of it. 

You turned to Remus, “Well if you want to,” you said softly. 

Remus looked at you and smiled, although it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. “We’ll go, after New Year.” 

It’s not that Remus didn’t want to see James and Sirius. Heck, he missed Sirius intensely, his eyes, his hair, his laugh, his voice, his pranks. But stepping out of his house and into the Potter’s meant you wouldn’t be his anymore –you weren’t now either– but he had lived the blissful deceit of having you, of hugging you and playing with your hair and being the person to comfort you when you were sad and of being the only one to make you laugh and being the only one who got to see your smiles and he didn’t want that to end. He knew how selfish that was. He was aware he was being greedy, but he had enjoyed the dream the two of you had been wrapped up in. And even then, he wanted to see Sirius again. He yearned for him and his mannerisms and the way he would sometimes invade his personal space, and he had to pretend he didn’t enjoy it. No matter how much bliss he felt with you, he wanted to see Sirius again. You both did.

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Good dad lyall lupin is wonderful and lovely but consider: lyall has siblings, and parents, and there are cousins that are older than remus. So. Good family lupin. Remus goes to vacation with his magical family. His aunts and uncles help him with stupid government stuff. His cousins invite him to dinners when he's low on money. His grandparents collect furniture for his first own flat. His family comes over when he doesnt have the energy to do anything. Just. Remus with a small but strong security net. Which he doesnt always know to hold. Not all of them know what's going on with him, just that he's sick but that's enough.

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@wolfstarmicrofic 5th August: Holiday

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Lyall Lupin wants Sirius Black to learn the consequences of his actions. But as it turns out, it's Lyall himself who has something to learn about the consequences of Sirius’ actions.

Consequences

“So what you’re saying is, you didn’t miss me at all?”

Remus turns to look at Sirius, who has a teasing smile on his face. He shoves him playfully as they make their way across the trail back to the farm. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” He shakes his head. “I’m just saying summer has been kinda great, that’s all. Since I couldn’t make it home for Christmas because of the moon, mum’s been looking forward to the summer holiday to have her family all together again, and she’s determined to make it the best summer ever. We’ve been having homemade pies and elaborate breakfasts with freshly baked bread, we’ve been going on long walks through the hills and picnicking in the field, we’ve been going out for dinner or gone to get ice cream in the nearby village, or just visiting other towns to see the sights.” He sighs contently. “Yeah, it’s been pretty good.”

Sirius gives Remus a soft smile. “That sounds amazing. And I’m glad, as long as you don’t forget to miss me sometimes.”

Remus stops walking, turns to Sirius and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “You know I do,” he says, pressing his face against Sirius’ neck and breathing him in. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”

Sirius wraps his arms around Remus’ waist and pulls him even closer. “I know,” he whispers against his hair.

Remus releases him and presses a kiss against his lips, because he can do that now. “Really,” he says as he takes Sirius’ hand in his, because he can also do that now, as they make their way down the hill before the crisp morning air will be replaced by the summer heat. “The only thing that would’ve made this summer better would’ve been you being around.”

“I could be,” Sirius says carefully. “Around, I mean. Not all the time, of course. I understand you need family time. But I could come over sometimes?”

Remus averts his eyes. “I don’t know, Sirius. You know how my father feels about your family. He’s still wary about us being friends. I don’t know if he should find out about this-” he gestures at their joint hands “-just yet.”

“I am not my family,” Sirius says curtly.

“I know that,” Remus says. “But my father doesn’t.”

“And he never will if you don’t let me spend any time with him!”

“That’s not fair,” Remus says softly.

“No,” Sirius agrees. “It isn’t.”

They stay silent for a moment. Remus is relieved Sirius doesn’t retract his hand.

“It isn’t even about my dad,” Remus says after a moment. “Not really. But if my dad reacts badly to you, it’ll create tension between my dad and I, and I fear that’ll upset my mum. She’s been doing so good lately, her mood has been stable for a long time, and she’s been so cheerful, especially this summer... She’s been looking forward to having the family together for so long, and it means so much to her, I don’t want to ruin it for her.”

“I get that,” Sirius says, giving Remus’ hand a soft squeeze. “Then now is not the time, and that’s okay.”

Remus feels a surge of affection, and gives him a grateful smile.

“You know, I could also come to visit without telling your parents about... the latest development in our relationship,” Sirius offers. “We could let them think we’re just friends, and sneak in some kisses when we’re alone,” he says with a cheeky smile.

Remus chuckles. “As wonderful as that sounds, I don’t think we’ll be fooling anyone. Everyone who sees us together can probably tell we’re hopelessly in love.”

Sirius also laughs. “Good point.”

They stop as they reach the end of the trial, with Remus’ house just around the corner. Birds are singing and the sun is chasing away the morning chill. Remus’ parents will be waking up soon.

Sirius traces a finger over Remus’ cheek. “Can I have another secret visit then tomorrow same time?”

Remus gasps. “Sirius Black offering to get up at the crack of dawn on a day off twice?” He shakes his head. “I must be special.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hums, giving Remus a kiss. “You must be.”

Lyall Lupin yawns as he shuffles out of the bathroom. It feels like the middle of the night, but if he wants to finish shaving all the sheep today, he’ll have to get an early start.

Suddenly, Remus’ bedroom door opens, and Remus quietly slips out.

Lyall blinks. “Remus?”

Remus jumps. “Dad! I... I didn’t see you there. What... What are you doing up?”

“It’s time to shave the sheep,” Lyall replies. “What are you doing out of bed at this hour?”

“Eh, you know,” Remus says, scratching the back of his head. “The... the sheep. Yeah, I wanted to ask you if I can help you with the sheep.”

Lyall smiles at his son and ruffles his hair. “That’s kind of you, lad. But you know that the sheep are always a bit... uneasy around you. It’ll probably take longer with your help, so why don’t you just go back to bed, huh?”

“Yes,” Remus says. “Right. I guess I will. Do that. Then. Eh, good luck, with the sheep.”

“Thanks, lad,” Lyall says. He might need it. It’s always a lot of work, and with each passing year, he can really feel he’s getting older. Remus’ help would’ve been very welcome, but with the sheep’s reaction to his presence, it’ll do more harm than good. He watches his son go back into his room. “You enjoy some extra hours of sleep,” he tells him.

Lyall walks around the house carrying his equipment, on his way to the sheep shed. As he rounds the corner, he stops in his tracks. For a brief moment, he thinks that a bear has gotten on his property, but quickly he sees that it’s actually a dog, a huge dog. The dog is staring intently at the back door, his head slightly tilted, in a very un-doglike manner.

Lyall frowns and without hesitation stalks over, aiming his wand at the intruder. “I’ve worked at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for twenty-five years, so don’t bother trying to pretend,” his voice booms through the quiet morning and the dog gives a start. “I can tell the difference between an actual animal and an Animagus,” Lyall continues. “I’m going to give you five seconds to reveal yourself and tell me why you are trespassing on my property and watching my house. One. Two.”

He doesn’t have to count any further, as the dog begins to shift, and moments later, no one other than Sirius Black is hastily scrambling to his feet.

“Black.” The surprise and shock are evident in his voice. A full Animagus, at his age? He must’ve started the process when he was no older than thirteen! But how could anyone accomplish such a feat at that age?

“Mister Lupin,” Black says quickly. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to be trespassing. I swear I have no ill intentions.”

Lyall is still staring at him. It’s unheard of, it’s remarkable, it’s... illegal. As the implication hits him, Lyall narrows his eyes at Black. “You are not on the Registry.”

“No,” Black admits. “No, I am not.”

“You can’t tell me that you weren’t aware of the strict approval procedure and the obligatory registration.”

“I was aware of it, but...”

“But what?” Lyall snaps. “But you didn’t think the rules and regulations applied to you?” He scoffs. “That’s quite a persistent family trait of yours, isn’t it?”

Black’s cheeks flush. “That’s not what it’s like!”

“What else than that inborn arrogance could make you think you can place yourself above the law?” Lyall retorts. He knows that it shouldn’t feel as satisfying as it does to put Black in his place, but he can’t help but think back at the events at his job. When the promotion he had been working so hard for was given to one of Orion Black’s precious pureblood friends instead, simply because the man had pulled some strings and probably paid some money, and the older Black had just sat there smirking when Lyall was being called into the office to be delivered the news, Lyall hadn’t been able to do anything else but say ‘yes, sir’, ‘of course, sir’, and ‘I understand, sir’. He knows that Sirius Black isn’t Orion Black, but with that trademark complexion, sharp features and haughty air, he looks enough like his father for Lyall to be eager to call him out, the way he hadn’t been able to before. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a voice keeps reminding him that it’s not fair to take his frustrations out on the boy, but then again, the boy did break the law, and at least one Black will find out his actions have consequences.

“I couldn’t ask for approval,” Black says defensively. “I was thirteen when I started the process, .”

“Right,” Lyall says. “And of course the idea of Sirius Black not getting his way for once is completely unimaginable. Probably figured you could do whatever you want and there won’t be any consequences.” Because there were never any consequences for the Blacks, were there? Not when they busied themselves with the Dark Arts, not when they bribed Ministry officials, not when they illegally became an Animagus.

Well, this time there would be consequences.

“I will report you to the Ministry,” he tells Black coolly. “You’ll be lucky if you’ll only get expelled, but I don’t think even with your last name, you’re going be that lucky.”

He turns to walk back into the house, when he hears Black speak up “A werewolf is no danger to an Animagus.”

Lyall freezes, then slowly turns back around towards the boy. “What?”

“A werewolf,” Black repeats, looking at Lyall intently, his hands clenched into fists by his side. “Is not dangerous when you’re in an Animagus form. As an Animagus, you can keep him company during the full moon, and, especially as one large enough, you can steer his behaviour. It... helps him. Keeps him distracted, prevents him from hurting himself, calms him down, even. It makes the transformation more bearable.”

Lyall stares at him wide-eyed, his mouth parted in shock. “You...”

“Since second year,” Black answers the unasked question. “It’s why I started the process. Why I had to start the process. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to do it, but I had to try. For Remus, I had to.”

Lyall thinks back to these past years. How, at the start of his fifth year, Remus’ transformations had suddenly become easier somehow. How he was in the Hospital Wing less, suffered less pain, had less injuries and less wounds. He began to not even dread the full moons anymore, ‘it’s really not that bad,’ he had told his parents with a grin.

Hope didn’t have to spend the days surrounding the full moon pacing the room, not eating, withdrawn, pale and scared anymore. Her mood improved, and it was so good to see her smile more often. A burden had been lifted off of all their shoulders.

‘Did you know the transformations could become better with age?’ His wife had asked Lyall, her eyes filled with hope and wonder. He hadn’t known, and truthfully, didn’t really understand, but he thanked Merlin every day for the relief they had been granted, for the happiness of the two people who meant most to him in the world.

Could it be that all this time it hadn’t been Merlin he had to thank, but Sirius Black?

“Report me if you must,” Black says. “But I don’t regret it. While he thought no one could, I did help Remus, so no matter what, it was worth it.”

“Help?” Lyall asks. “You found out, and your reaction was to help?”

A common reaction to finding out you are going to school with a werewolf, let alone share a dorm with a werewolf, would be fear, disgust, reporting it to the Ministry, telling your parents, telling your classmates. It’s how most people would’ve reacted. It’s how I would’ve reacted, Lyall thinks, with a not insignificant amount of shame. ‘Soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death’, that was how he had viewed werewolves, before his own son had become one.

But here Sirius Black had found out, and had not only kept Remus’ secret, but remained his friend and did something dangerous, something that should’ve been impossible, only to help Remus.

But how could a Black, a family of people who always look down their noses at other people, who place themselves above everyone else, and who think they are just naturally born better than others, simply accept? Doesn’t it go against his very nature? It doesn’t make sense to Lyall.

“You don’t make sense to me,” he tells Black.

Black shrugs. “Everything I say and do will make perfect sense of you just keep one factor in mind.”

“And that is?”

“I love Remus,” Black simply says.

Lyall just regards Black for a moment. He begins to think that maybe he actually doesn’t know the boy’s very nature at all. It wouldn’t be the fist time for him to learn that his preconceived notions have been wrong.

It’s okay to make mistakes, as long as you learn from them.

Isn’t that something he has always tried to teach his son? Maybe it’s time to practice what he preaches? So, give the boy a fair chance?

Lyall nods to himself and then addresses Black.

“So, how are you with sheep?”

[goformoony]

i could talk about remus lupin forever so heres a rant/character study as writer..

Remus Lupin got bitten at the age of 4, before this him and his parents were an average family. nothing too exciting, nothing too romantic, one of those families you know settled and not in the good kinda way, but it is his family. he is an only child, hope wanted more children maybe to fill a void she was trying to cover up, but when Remus got bitten obviously that shook her wants. Lyall felt shame, he couldn’t depict exactly if it was shame for his son or for himself, he already kept the fact that he was a werewolf a secret and the fact that the guy who turned him now turned his almost 5 year old son. So a few months later he killed himself, leaving Hope alone with Remus, she tried to take care of her little boy, but it was always the bare minimum because she was just a muggle, Lyall didn’t really teach her about magic and she was scared. So she did what was best at 6 years old she gave Remus to Mcgonagall who in turn didn’t know what to do with him either, but Madame Pomfrey wanted him, and after a few days realized she too wanted him. So he now had 2 Mom’s and his Mother promised to write, but didn’t. He grew up in the magic world, with gentle, but firm parents who loved dearly. He knew nothing but love even though he wondered what happened to his Mother. At 11 he met James Potter, the overly outgoing kind boy that loved making friends and took in Remus. He didn’t know what to think, but like an extrovert adopting an introvert it just happened, which is where he meets Sirius Black. Who didn’t know what to think of him at first because of his somewhat shyness, and also being taller than him. But once Remus pointed out David Bowie in his muggle music they were just fine.

He showed the boys his favorite things magic mixed with muggle, Mcgonagall not letting him forget about the muggle world. Chocolate, his favorite music, posters in his room, he showed James muggle movies he’s never seen.

Until Remus realized he had feelings for who he considered his best friend even though he knew he wasn’t Sirius’s best friend. The slight touches while passing, the sitting a little too close while studying, the way Sirius would sneak into his bed so Remus could read to him and, James and Peter would find them slumped (again). James pretended like he didn���t know, but come on his parents are the most precious love story how could he not?

When the boys found out he was a werewolf they didn’t turn him away or even get scared like he remember’s Hope’s eyes being. If anything they were excited… and without him knowing learned the animagus spell turning themselves into animals to keep their remus safe. Sirius a black wolf, James a stag, and Peter a hamster. So even when he was his monstrous self he still had a home. but little did he know the cat he saw every once in a while was Mcgonagall to make sure her boy was safe. And no even though the spell was illegal she kept it a secret for the inseparable boys because Remus felt safety and that’s all she wanted for him. Remus always had a home.

[neverenoughmarauders]

Making Remus Lupin suffer without giving him a different backstory

'Remus, son, I want you to know that tomorrow will be the last bit of travelling I do until the week after the full moon. Your mother and I know that we cannot understand what you go through, nor remove the burden of that curse, but as long as we are able to, we will stay by your side, from the first aches until the moon - well, you know.' But that wasn't really the issue. Remus knew his parents would do everything they could to make his transformations easier.  The problem was how visibly content they were. It wasn't that Remus didn't want his parents to be happy, nor did he prefer them to be thin with worry like they had been. No, the trouble was that Remus' darkest suspicions seemed to have been right: his parents were infinitely more happy without him.     'Thanks dad,' Remus said, not knowing what else to say. 'I will miss you,' Lyall said, 'it seems silly to go away when I finally have you home, but this case...' 'I can't wait for you to tell us all about it,' Remus said, forcing a smile.

So yesterday I posted another chapter of my long fic: chapter 56. And it's quite a good example of one of the things I feel is woefully underexplored in the marauders fandom who otherwise loves suffering - and that is when we suffer because things are good. Firstly I think the actual story of the marauders is primarily one that's full of life, which makes it all the more terrible when James and Lily are murdered, Sirius is sent to Azkaban, Peter goes into hiding and Remus loses everything.

I understand that a "they were almost always happy" story doesn't really have a lot of drama and action and page turner elements to it. Especially fanfics - I am definitely here for hurt and hurt/comfort and angst and all the rest. However, even within the happiness, there is still room for sadness, guilt, grief, stress, worry etc etc.

Loving parents are a blessing, but loving suffering parents can still be a source of pain. And I will keep pushing this agenda (via writing, rants, discussions etc) of there's so much more to canon - we really don't need to give Remus made up trauma or scars to explore how difficult his life is.

[fictionalcharactergraveyard]

things that make sense to me in my version of the marauders

first year Peter and Remus being each other's first friends at Hogwarts

Hufflepuff Alice Fortescue

Peter being the first person he tells he's a werewolf in first year

the next person finding out being Lily, and she figured it out on her own

Slytherin besties Dorcas and Mary

Snape and the marauders getting on good terms, thanks to James (5th year onwards)

Regulus and Sirius having a good bond after they both start to have a life outside of the Black Family home

Lyall and Hope Lupin love their son sm oml

Peter having emotionally neglectful parents

Uncle Alphard. That's it.

manwhore Xenophilus Lovegood

Ravenclaw Pandora Hawthorne

Barty Crouch Jr being the ultimate mommy's boy

Regulus and Barty being platonic soulmates

[soleilnewspaper]

Remus John Lupin ☾₊ ⊹:

A collection of my favourite headcannons and some of my own personal ones relating to Moony.

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Starman - David Bowie" 

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Dividers: @strangergraphics

James ver

Background: ════ ⋆★⋆ 

Hope Lupin (nee) Howell, his mother originates from Southeastern Wales where she grew up on her family farm which had been in their family for generations.

 Lyall Lupin grew up in an orphanage in England, which is why Remus knows none of his paternal family. 

Up until he was four years old, the Lupin family resided in a flat on the outskirts of London within good distance to the Ministry. 

After Remus was bitten, he and his family were forced to bounce around for a few years as his parents were afraid of his secret getting out. 

Hope inherited her parents' old farm from back in Wales, this surprised her as they had not seen her parents since Remus had been bitten from constantly being on the move. The family of three had to travel back to Wales to sort out affairs and plan the funeral. After the funeral they remained on the farm to sort out family affairs, while Hope and Remus tried to convince Lyall to let them stay. Lyall was hesitant to the idea at first, however he could not deny the hope of giving his family a home after years of not having one. The look of pure childlike joy in Remus’ eyes was one Lyall had longed to see again, and he finally had it back. That mere look is what managed to send him over the edge and sign the documents and take ownership of the farm. 

Lyall continued his work remotely and would commute occasionally when needed, to try to make the family extra cash when needed. Hope would go into town to run errands and collect the supplies, but Remus remained on the farm. 

When Remus’ came of schooling age, he was not allowed to attend the school in the village because of his condition. His parents feared for what would happen, so they decided against it. However, Hope being a muggle still wanted Remus to receive a non magical education. Out of love for her son Hope quit her job to become Remus’s teacher and be a stay at home mom for him. Hope took classes to get her qualifications and began homeschooling Remus. 

Lyall had to take on more odd jobs to support the family with Hope staying home with Remus and to support the demands of the farm. 

Hope taught Remus how to care for the farm animals and in turn he developed a deep love for animals. 

Besides subjects such as Math, English and Welsh, Hope taught Remus how to bake, cook and clean to give him a well rounded education. 

On special occasions, Lyall took Remus to the village bookstore for a day out. This was one of the rare times where he was allowed to leave the farm. They wanted to avoid any clues to his condition or that Lyall was a wizard.  

They were poor in money, but rich in love. 

Hope and Lyall did everything they could to protect their son and show him he was loved despite it all. However, even as a young boy he developed his self loathing tendencies because he knew how people took to his kind. 

Despite being only four at the time, Remus still vaguely remembers the incident and what his father’s views on werewolves were before it. Remus knows how much his father regrets it, which is why he has never brought it up as he doesn't want him to view himself as a bad father. 

Appearance: ════ ⋆★⋆ 

As per canon we know Remus has various self inflicted scars across his body from his wolf. 

His eyes are honey brown, and appear golden in the sun almost as if there is gold shining directly through his irises. 

Curls on the end of hair hair give it a fluffy look, the colour is a sandy, very warm toned brown.

Standing between 6’2-6’5 feet, he is taller than all the marauders

However his posture is terrible making him appear several inches shorter than he actually is. 

His body is skinny with long limbs and torso with a slim waist another result of his condition

He has a academic aesthetic bordering on grandpa vibes.

He layers his clothes to hide his body, and make it look distorted in shape.

Characteristics: ════ ⋆★⋆ 

He is a clinical smoker, and goes through multiple packs of cigarettes, especially when he’s stressed 

Despite being well mannered and polite, he is quite vulgar more so than any of the marauders. He swears like its a second language. Which always surprises people given his approach with teachers.

He’s highly protective of his loved ones, but he’s more subtle about it. 

However, when the full moon is close he is far from subtle 

He’s not all that much into PDA unless it’s a special occasion or if the full moon is close. Otherwise he just prefers small things such as interwinding hands. 

All of his friends own a sweater of his or more 

Introverted but extroverted in the presence of his friends 

He’s book smart, and highly intelligent but most of his knowledge is due to how much he reads 

He has to put a lot of work if he wants to maintain his good grades

Fun Facts: ════ ⋆★⋆ 

The library is one of his favourite places  

His mother taught him how to cook and bake 

He makes the best worlds brownies 

Uses sarcasm as a coping mechanism 

He’d love to work in a bookstore, or do anything related to literature 

He didn’t have any friends growing up so he found comfort in his books 

His first year of Hogwarts his suitcase was majorly filled with books as he thought he would need extra because no one would be his friend after they learned of his condition 

In later years he still brought his books, but not as many as he knew he would have friends to spend time with. 

He’s left handed 

He draws on his shoes 

His clothes are thrifted and vintage 

Secretly he writes stories but never shows them to others

He visits his ma whenever he can 

He has the boys do movie nights with him so he can educate them about muggle culture 

He’s a film geek as much as he is a book nerd 

The clothes he wears are always muted colours and colours that he can see 

Since began bitten as a child, over a span of multiple years he began to develop dichromatic vision

This is why he wears muted colours, browns, beige and ect as he always knows what they are 

Sometimes he has to ask the marauders for confirmation on colours 

He also prefers these colours as they help him blend in more so he can avoid attention 

He’s always involved in pranks but never gets caught

[florsial]

saw your post abt trans fem remus...

i need more

she's giving frazzled english woman aesthetic

and ofc sirius is just obsessed with her

Transfem Remus Lupin you will live forever in my soul.

But yes! She is a mess, a frazzled woman with her braids coming undone in puffs of frizz and her eyes sunken in. Her face is littered with scars with bits of her body and face missing from scars. There is dirt under her nails and her teeth are sharpened. She has the worst diet ever of the most unhealthiest things but can’t hold onto the weight, if anything Remus is the most sickly Marauder. She spends her summers hidden in her room and giggling over Sirius's romantic letters (though some are a bit questionable) because she can’t last a minute outside without getting dizzy.

I’m sorry but I just can’t see Remus’ health not being affected by full moons every month. At best, there is a like a middle period where’s she’s pretty good but otherwise she is occupied in looking like death.

She’s her parent’s joy and any newbie can catch Lyall bragging about his daughter’s high score while Barty Crouch Jr looks hopefully at his father. She helped her mother plant flowers as a kid now makes flower crowns for Sirius.

She looks so out of it half the time, like at any point in time she’ll just drop. She leans on her cane and gazes like a main character out the window. There is a pocket full of random knowledge in her wool skirt and it doesn't help her academically but they are neat topics for when anyone needs a change of topic. She is the main character actually, she just doesn't realize it.

I love the image of her eating insects.

sigh her messy braids and tired eyes and ughhhhhh I want her actually so baddddddddd

[chimuelo2005-blog]

Lyall Lupin is a chocolate connoisseur.

Lyall Lupin doesn't have a sweet tooth, everyone who has met him knows that. Don't me wrong, he likes a good pastry as much as the guy next door, but he won't go out of the way to eat one.

So when during a valentine's day his co-workers are talking about what chocolate would be appropriate to gift to their wives, they are met with a ridiculously meticulous description of the most popular chocolates on the market, they are shocked to say the least. He talks about it for 10 minutes straight, giving a thorough comparison between the popular brands, and even gives recommendations based on the taste. His co-workers are flabbergasted, his explanation? His son REALLY likes chocolate, and everyone knows that what his son wants, his son gets.

That's why no one bats an eye when they see Lyall lupin raiding the chocolate store the day after valentines. The chocolate is on discount and his wallet would appreciate a small break from the mini fortune he spends everytime the chocolate supply runs out.

[sweetnnaivete]

remus john lupin hcs ⋆⑅˚₊

note my headcanons diverge quite a bit from canon, so if ure not ok w that for whatever reason, you've been warned :/

misc

good with kids

not shy, just doesn't like to socialize

tinnitus in left ear

dyslexia -- wears enchanted glasses to help him read (inspired by atyd)

tries to hide it, but he's insecure of his appearance, so he does a lot of self care stuff

speaks a little welsh

uses welsh words and slang in casual conversation -- ie. cwtch, cariad, lush, drive, and so on)

does sketches (mainly of sirius)

under cut: progression of his life

early life

his father, lyall, had met hope while he was traveling around wales on a ministry trip to help with an outbreak of boggarts (saw this idea on tumblr before but idk who said it)

they fell in love blah blah blah and hope got pregnant with remus

lyall was back in london, but she knew where he was, so she sent him a letter (he didn't have a telephone), and told him he was the father

he got permission to work in wales, so they got married and bought a house near penarth

when he was almost five, remus was bitten by greyback

his parents did the best they could to take care of him, but with his condition worsening each year, lyall insisted he take him to london so he could be closer to the ministry & st. mungos

hope stayed in wales

hogwarts years

when he first started at hogwarts, his first friend was lily, until they had a falling out due to her friendship with snape

james adopted him becus he had a crush on lily, but the rest of the marauders slowly learnt he was a hidden genius

while james and sirius get up to mischief on their own, remus and peter like to play pranks on them

peter is acc really caring for remus, too

like he'll steal a bunch of food from the kitchens and sweets from honeydukes for him before n after the full moon

remus and lily made up soon enough after she apologized

right before 3rd year started, lyall got very sick and they had to move back in with hope

remus resented hope at first but grew to love her

lyall died middle of 3rd year

remus developed feelings for sirius in his 3rd year

remus was the one who confessed to sirius, but he did it after they'd been kissing pals for a rly long time

yeah and that's all i got for rn might do a pt 2 someday

hope u enjoyed >.<

[acewitch-writes]

thoughts on the pottermore remus lupin write up?

As a rule, I consider Pottermore to be a sort of grey area of "sub"-canon. I see it as being on par with headcanon, so I take it all with a grain of salt. I pick and choose bits of Pottermore to incorporate into my own HCs.

I do appreciate the way pottermore expanded on Remus' family life, and I especially love the background that includes Lyall being prepared to fend off Albus Dumbledore to protect his son. I'm a sucker for the HC that Remus had good, loving parents. The rest of his life is so rife with suffering and pain, so it's just nice to give Remus something happy to hold onto. I don't mind when Remus doesn't always have great parents in fics, though, because it's not something that was ever explicitly stated in canon. I just hate when folks in this fandom go around repeating the mainstream fanon "Remus was an orphan" or "Remus had shitty parents" as if it is undisputed canon.

I also really like the background on how Lyall and Hope met and the way it ties the whole Lupin family together with Boggarts being the common thread. Lyall saved Hope from a Boggart, and they had a Boggart wedding cake topper! What a cute and quirky family! And then Remus goes on to teach DADA and his first lesson is, you guessed it, BOGGARTS! And then he taught James Potter's son how to defend against Boggarts! I love it so much, the link between Boggarts and fear and Remus' Lycanthropy and the fear/cowardice that burdens Remus as a character and—

I'm going to write a detailed analysis on this someday because I just find it so fascinating.

I'm less fond of the way pottermore retconned R*madora, and the comment that Remus made about how "Sirius got all the women", not simply because I'm not a fan of that ship but also because it willfully goes against the already-established canon trait that Sirius was not interested in girls/dating and paid them little attention. I prefer to read it as Remus feeling jealous/envious of Sirius, of the way he never even had to make an effort because he was just so effortlessly handsome and charming, while Remus felt this immense pressure to be good enough and had to work twice as just to be liked and respected (while also feeling unworthy of these things due to his Lycanthropy).

So yeah, all in all, I consider Pottermore to be above fanon, but not necessarily above well-thought-out and nuanced headcanon.

[pashfoxx]

I can't get this idea of the Marauders x Spider-Man out of my head, so I started writing a bit about the background of each of the Marauders in this AU.

So in this AU, Hogwarts is like Brooklyn Visions Academy, the only difference being that it's located in London and the students are still divided into houses, but it's more like which dormitory sector you belong to and, ultimately, they're not taken as seriously as in canon.

Peter: He's an only child, his father is a paramedic and his mother is a nurse. Due to his parents' shifts, he's somewhat used to taking care of himself. He attends Hogwarts on a scholarship, although he always struggles to maintain good grades and not lose the scholarship. He suffers quite a bit when it comes to balancing his grades and his life as Spider-Man. He's quite close to his parents and his father's death really affected him a lot. After this, he became quite close to Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick, often turning to them for advice. He's a bit afraid of Professor McGonagall.

James: Like Peter, he's an only child and his parents are quite old. Because of that, he's quite spoiled, but he adores his parents, and woe to the person who insults either of them because James Potter isn't afraid to hit someone. He's the captain of the Hogwarts hockey team. His family is extremely wealthy, so he's always attended private schools and has no problem spending money on gifts for his friends. He's Professor McGonagall's favorite, as he's the best student in his class and has ensured that Hogwarts hasn't lost a match in the last two years.

Remus: Like the other two, he's an only child. I didn't want to completely ignore Remus's lycanthropy, so I decided to make him a mutant. He can control the transformation, but it's quite difficult for him to do so during full moon nights, so he simply opts to spend them as a wolf. He still has scars, but they're from when he was attacked by Fenrir Greyback (who is also a mutant in this AU). Remus managed to defend himself, and that's when he discovered he was a mutant. Lyall Lupin has made a great effort to change his beliefs about mutants since discovering his son was one. Now he and Remus are quite close. Likewise, Remus couldn't ask for a better mother than Hope Lupin. Like Peter, he has a scholarship, and thanks to it, his family can afford to send him to a school like Hogwarts, as Lyall Lupin is a police officer and Hope Lupin works in a bookstore, so they don't have money to spare like James and Sirius.

Sirius: He's a special case. Like in canon, he didn't have a good relationship with his family. For that reason, he likes attending Hogwarts because it allows him to be away from his family for much of the year. Initially, when he and Regulus started attending Hogwarts, they were quite close, but they started to drift apart over the years. Finally, when he turned 15 (about 6 months after Peter became Spider-Man), he ran away from home and lived with the Potters for a while until his uncle Alphard Black managed to become his legal guardian. Sirius goes to therapy once a week, but he's managing quite well. Alphard is also trying to get custody of Regulus, but it's not easy, as the Black family is quite wealthy and probably has the best lawyers in England.

[manageablemischiefs-blog]

Remus Lupin Headcanons: Childhood - 7th Year (no particular order)

He bites his nails

From third year onwards, you would find ink stains all over his fingers

Remus loves his books; they were sometimes the only escape he had ever since he was a child, and they helped him cope with the loneliness and awkwardness of life.

The spine of his favourite books are destroyed. Non-existent, even.

He also makes annotations.

He is sarcastic but only under his breath.

He doesn't really raise his hand in class often and comfortably until sixth year.

Before, his voice would always sound hoarse and he would fidget with his fingers under his desk.

He would often find himself loosening his tie or collar when he's anxious even if they weren't tight to begin with.

First year was the hardest for him because he missed his mum.

He always speaks in a soft voice.

Has a hard time looking at people in the eye for more than five seconds.

After he went to Hogwarts, Lyall and Hope would always send a howler singing Happy Birthday to him. He would open the letter alone in his dorm-room and would keep them safe in his trunk.

He would listen to Glenn Miller's records with his parents every night before going to bed.

At Hogwarts, he would hum the melodies unconsciously.

He likes dark chocolate and strong coffee. Only drinks tea if he has a headache or feeling too sad.

Neither him or his father are good at sports and always bonded over that.

Lyall and him used to go for walks near a lake or prairie before dinner – not necessarily talking much but rather enjoying each other's company. Remus looked up to his father a lot.

They shared the same humour.

Remus never found out about the comments his father made about werewolves before he got bitten.

He sucked at potions.

A habit of his was rolling up his sleeves elbow-length but then unroll them since he was self-conscious of his scars.

Out of all the people working at Hogwarts, Remus got along with Madame Pomfrey the most.

He likes corduroy and wool.

His favourite non-magical creatures is a sheep and his favourite magical creature is a Demiguise. He finds both of them adorable.

After The Prank, he never stopped talking to the rest of the marauders. He kept pretending everything was alright, even though he was deeply hurt by Sirius's actions and by James and Peter's immediate forgiveness of him.

He would feel nauseous for weeks and pull his hair lightly out of anxiety but never say a thing.

Eventually, he got a buzzcut.

People made fun of him but he actually liked it.

He loves going to the beach when it's cool enough to wear a t-shirt. He finds the sea soothing.

He likes coconut tarts yet hates coconut scented things.