So Much for No Strings Attached

Chapter 80 A Werewolf's Tale

 

Romula gathered her new-born white furred cub into her arms as he continued to suckle none to gently. Greyback quickly joined his mate looking at the white furred cub with astonished eyes as he carefully sniffed Romula.

 

Romula rolled her eyes laughing, ‘I’m fine, Fen. Do you want to meet you son?’

 

Romula gently handed the new-born cub to his father who held him so carefully in large hands like he was afraid to drop him. Remus was sure he could see tears forming in the old werewolf’s eyes. Remus found it hard to look at; his parents – no, the Lupins had never looked at him like that. They had only ever looked at him with disgust, fear and hate.

 

‘Remus,’ smiled Romula.

 

Minerva gasped and stared at him. Flitwick, however, gave him a considering look. Remus studiously refused to meet Minerva’s eyes. Remus still had no idea how to feel to all this. Everything he knew was a lie.

 

 

 

 

The scene shifted once more. They were in a forest on a rainy grey dawn. Greyback’s pack was still shifted. He identified the dark red wolf that was his mother’s werewolf form. At her feet was the small white fluffy form of Remus Lupin which as the sun rose, he like the rest of his family shifted into the form of a crying baby. Greyback picked him up and held him to his chest.

 

‘His first transformation,’ smiled Romula.

 

‘He looks like you,’ smiled Greyback.

 

‘They really loved me,’ Remus said softly.

 

‘They’re your parents,’ Flitwick said quietly.

 

‘That doesn’t necessarily mean anything,’ Remus said softly.

 

‘It does to them,’ Minerva said softly.

 

Remus couldn’t argue with that point.

 

‘He doesn’t seem like the monster that he has been described,’ Minerva said. ‘I wonder what happened to him.