~.~.~Parts 133-136~.~.~
•3rd Person POV•
The next day passed in a blur, Y/n walked around the flat to see how she could decorate the flat. She wandered down to the shop floor to see the twins working hard. She couldn't help but smile at the twins, enjoying their job. She was surprised at how full the shop was, and the length of the queue outside. Y/n spent her afternoon in the kitchen preparing dinner for the three of them, she made spaghetti bolognese which would be ready for the twins as soon as they got back. They ate dinner together and George washed up whilst Y/n got ready for her transformation.
"Is everyone ready to go?" Fred asked.
"I would if I knew where we were going." Y/n stated, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Oh yeah," George breathed, "We forgot to show her the transformation room."
"That would be quite handy to know unless you want me to accidentally ruin your shop." Y/n shrugged nonchalantly.
"Okay, we'll show you, please don't ruin the shop." Fred replied, sticking his hands in the air in retaliation.
"We have a room in the back which we think is better than the shrieking shack." George said proudly.
"Are you just saying that because you made it?" Y/n smirked cheekily.
"Yes." The twins replied in unison
"Great!" Y/n cheered, "Let's go then."
Fred led the way and Y/n quickly followed behind whilst George locked the door to the flat. The room was in the back of the shop, it seemed to be a really secure room with locks and an enforced door. Inside was a singular window, she could see out but no one could see in. There was plenty of wood and resources for them to play with rather than Y/n hurting herself. The walls were painted Y/n's favourite colour and they made a large bed for the werewolf to use.
"Okay, I must admit, this is a very cool room." Admitted Y/n, "I approve."
"Glad to have your approval." George snarkily responded.
Y/n looked out of the window, the sun was slowly setting over the houses of London, it illuminated the sky in bright oranges and yellows. The twins heard Y/n audibly gulp and she fell silent. Fred cupped his hands over Y/n's cheeks and moved her head up so she met his eyes. Fred's soft eyes met her worried ones.
"You'll be fine, Y/n." He calmly said, "We love you."
"We'll see you in the morning." George smiled.
The twins looked at each other and smirked, they turned into their fox form and they ran around Y/n's feet, which made her laugh a little.
The sun continued setting over the city, Y/n thought it looked so beautiful, but the other side was the darkness transforming. The moonlight shone out from the skyline and soon came into view. She gave one last look over to Fred and George who were attacking each other whilst they waited for her to transform.
The moon was in full show, it was time.
"I love you both too." She whispered before she started transforming
Pain seared through Y/n's body, it caused her to bend over in pain and a loud, blood-curdling scream escaped her lips. The twins stopped attacking each other and looked over at their best friend, they would never get used to seeing her suffering. Fred's heart was breaking seeing his girlfriend, seeing how much pain she was in, all he wanted was to transform back into a human and give her a hug, but he knew that it would be too dangerous.
There was a terrible snarling noise that came from the room's old walls and floors. Her head was lengthening, forming into a snout and her ears began to stick up. Her eyes dilated and became slightly wider. So was her body. Her shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on her face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. The werewolf form of Y/n reared, before releasing a loud and painful howl.
The wolf looked at both the foxes and ran over to them, they ran in separate ways the wolf looked over at the large pile of wood in the corner of the room. She spent her time breaking and scratching the wood, splintering off into small chunks. The wolf then looked over at the large bed, she wanded over to it, intending to break it. But she settled into bed and laid down to scratch herself. The twins jumped on her and attacked her so that she could stop. The twins found it incredibly hard to do this to their best friend, but it's what they had to do, to keep her safe. They noticed that it seemed easier for both them and her. Many planks of wood got broken but she only sustained small cuts, nothing majorly damaged.
The sun couldn't rise quickly enough for the twins liking. The sky started to brighten and the darkness was fading from view. The sun slowly rose over the city skyline and Y/n began to transform back into a human. She struck in stature and her hunched back straightened, her hair receded back and her face morphed back to normal. Her skin was pale and grey, and the scratches translated onto her arms and legs. Her body collapsed to the floor and shallow breaths pushed her lungs up and down.
Fred and George speedily morphed back into their human form and ran over to her side. Fred whipped out a small healing kit and looked all over for the essence of Dittany and bandages. Fred and George took a small workshop with Madame Pomfrey about how to heal her after a transformation and learned some smart tips on how to best support her.
"How are you feeling, darling?" Fred asked her gently, stroking her hair out of her face and holding her hand whilst George healed her wounds and wrapped them in a bandage
"I really don't feel good, did I hurt either of you?" She asked desperately, trying to look over them.
"I promise we are all good." Fred replied for both of them, "You need to relax, here's a pillow."
"We're nearly done, Y/n." George said, wrapping the final few bandages around her cuts.
"How did you learn this?" She groggily asked.
Fred scooped Y/n into his arms and walked towards the door which George unlocked, "Poppy gave us a crash course in healing so we can help you every month, now let's get you to bed."
"You did that, for me?" Y/n weakly smiled, "You didn't have to do that."
"We sort of had to," George replied, "How else could we look after you."
Fred walked Y/n up the stairs back to the flat, George unlocked the door and they filed into the room. Fred walked the hallway to their bedroom, he threw back the sheet gently placed her on the bed, and tucked her under the sheets.
"Anything you need?" He asked her, after placing a soft kiss on her forehead, "Hot chocolate?"
"Yes please, Freddie. You know me so well." She smiled.
Fred left the room and Y/n leaned back in the bed, she couldn't believe how comfortable the bed was. He walked in 5 minutes later with a hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. He placed them down and grabbed a new book for her to read.
"George and I are working today, I'll come up every hour to check. If you need me, then Dad gave me this muggle walkie-talkie, I figured out how to use it so just call on that." Fred smiled, handing her the small machine.
"Thank you, Freddie. I love you and have a great day." She said, Y/n smiled up at him and watched as he left the room, gently closing the door behind him. Y/n drank her hot chocolate and read her book, she had a nap and was given a sandwich by Fred at lunchtime. She spent her afternoon writing to her parents to let them know they would be coming in 4 days once she was better. Fred and George came in for dinner that night, they had struggled to make a chili con carne with rice. She actually had a really good evening.
"Anything else you need?" Fred asked once he and George came back from washing the dishes
"Can I have a cuddle, please?" She asked, giving him puppy eyes.
"After all I done for you today, you want a cuddle, just like that?" He asked jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yes." She shrugged, playing along with it.
"Fine." Fred replied
"Fine!" George chimed in, "You're doing what she says."
"Yeah, she's very persuasive." Fred smirked, she looked at George and gave him a cheeky smirk.
"PERSUASIVE!" George yelled
~.~.~Four Days Later~.~.~
It was a crisp Saturday afternoon, it was oddly cold for a summer morning. Y/n felt too comfortable in the bed sheets to climb out of the bed that morning. But she got out and surprised the twins with scrambled eggs on toast. She slipped on her dressing gown and slippers and snuck out of the room. She wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen, she turned on the light and stuck the kettle on.
She made herself a coffee and got to work, she cracked six eggs into a pan, added some milk, and began to cook the eggs. She flipped the toaster down with a flick of her wand and they popped up just in time when the eggs were done. As though it was planned, the smell of eggs wafted through the house and the twins wanded in with their noses in the air.
"You've been cooking, darling?" Fred asked, his voice was groggy and deeper than his usual voice.
"Yeah, I thought I'd treat you both because of what you've done for me the last couple of days," She replied, "Tea? Coffee? Hot Chocolate?"
"Coffee for me." George replied, sitting at the table.
"Same." Fred agreed, he tried to come into the kitchen to help but was swatted away by Y/n's spatula.
She dished up scrambled eggs and toast and finished making the coffee. She used her wand to bring them in and set them down in front of the twins and her place. They ate in happy conversations, mainly about what had been happening at the store and what their plans were that week. The twins had decided to close the store for the day so they could go visit Y/n's parents in her childhood home to collect her belongings to finish their home. Fred got up to do the washing up whilst Y/n and George got ready.
She walked into their bedroom and changed into a pair of baggy jeans, she decided to steal one of Fred's jumpers, she took a navy jumper and pulled it over her head, she cleaned her teeth, brushed her hair, and decided not to wear any makeup because she was only seeing her family.
Fred walked into their room moments later and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his girlfriend, he thought his jumpers suited her. Although he would never tell her it was the jumper he wanted to wear.
"Why are your arms so freakishly long?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.
"They're not!" Fred replied, confusion spreading on his face. He started changing out of his pyjamas and into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt
She held up the sleeves of his jumper, there was a large distance between the tips of her fingers and the cuffs of Fred's jumper.
"Just roll up your sleeves," Fred shrugged, he still couldn't help but smile, "You fool."
"Rude." She quipped, sighing, looking away, and crossing her arms which sent the extra sleeve flying
"Do you want me to roll them for you, then we can leave." Fred asked, finishing changing and looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes please, you somehow make sleeves look so good when you roll them." Y/n smiled happily.
Fred rolled his eyes and Y/n stuck her sleeves out and Fred began to roll them up, it made the outfit. Fred took a step back to admire his girlfriend.
"I must say, you look really really good in my jumpers," Fred gawked, his eyes looking at her lovingly, "We should probably go, George is probably waiting for us."
Y/n and Fred walked back down the hallway to see George waiting on the sofa, finishing his shoelace.
"Ready to go?" George asked, the two of them nodded and the group walked out of the flat and the building. The twins made sure the shop was securely locked and they all stood outside.
"Want me to aparate?" Y/n asked.
"Yes." Both the twins said
They each took one of Y/n's hands, she imagined her childhood home and the sickening, twisting feeling of apparating appeared in her stomach. It was only seconds long before they stopped and her feet fell solid on the ground and she stood outside her home.
It was a small, two-floored cottage in the countryside of Devon. It was in a wooded area a 20-minute walk from the beach. There were no other houses within at least 3 miles of the building. It was painted a cream colour, it had wooden doors and window sills, and ivy was growing up the side of the wall to the thatched roof. The front garden was tended to and the large shed in the garden looked very similar to the shrieking shack, which Y/n knew was the shed she and her dad used to transform.
"Finally, I didn't think we'd actually make it today." Fred joked
"Only because you were sorting out my jumper." Y/n replied to him, nudging him on the side.
"Technically it's my jumper." Fred quipped
"Can you two stop?!" George spoke, "Come on, or we will be out here all day!"
They walked up the cobbled path to the large oak door, there was a small wolf knocker on the door. He planted 3 loud knocks on the door and they waited outside for 30 seconds before the door opened. Y/n's mum, Nymphadora Tonks opened the door and immediately wrapped her in a hug.
"Oh my darling," She smiled, "How are you?"
"I'm good, thanks, mum." Y/n replied, "Hi dad!" She added when Remus came to the door.
"Hello, Pup. It's so nice to see you." Remus said he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his daughter.
"It's great to see you too, Dad." Y/n grinned, wrapping her dad in a hug.
"Ahem," A familiar voice said, "I'm here too."
"Sorry, who are you?" She teased, "I'm just joking, hey Teddy!" Y/n smiled happily, hugging her older brother tightly.
"Come in, come in!" Tonks said happily, "Make yourselves comfortable."
The three of them filed into the cottage, it still had the sweet smell of pancakes which was the same as her childhood. The kitchen was right there once they walked in the doorway, it was a rather closed-off area, and cabinets lined two of the walls. A doorway separated the kitchen from the living and dining room. The furnishings haven't changed since she started her first year. The navy sofas seemed worn in and used, and the wooden coffee table had clear coffee stains, just as she remembered it. Y/n sat down in the armchair and the twins sat on one of the three-seater sofas, Remus sat down on the other one and spoke.
"Any particular reason why you are here?" He asked,
"Dad, I sent a letter 4 days ago saying I was coming and I'm bringing the idiots with me." Y/n grinned at her dad, who had a look of confusion. "I'll explain later, but how are you? About the ministry?"
"I'm getting there," Remus sighed, looking down at his fumbling fingers, "It's been hard without Sirius, he was my best friend, other than your mum."
"I understand that," Y/n said softly as she gently gazed at her dad, "I miss Sirius too, I don't remember much of Uncle Prongs, and it was nice seeing Uncle Padfoot again."
"They would both be so proud of you, pup, especially Uncle Prongs. He loved being your Godfather." Remus smiled weakly, holding his daughter's hand in his own. He saw so much of him in Y/n, from her personality to her hair and face shape.
"I'm so sorry, can I get anyone a drink?" Tonks suddenly asked.
"I'll have a tea please, Tonks." Fred replied with a warm smile.
"Me too." George added. Y/n just gave her mum a knowing look.
"Whilst mum makes the drinks, can I go and pack some of my things?" Y/n asked her dad.
"Of course." Remus said confusedly, "May I ask why?"
"I did write to you, Fred and George have a flat above the shop and I'm moving in with them, so I was going to bring some of my own things."
"Ohh right, I remember that now," Remus breathed, "Of course, off you go."
"Need some help, darling?" Asked Fred, already getting up from his seat.
"She'll be fine for now," Remus started, "I need to talk to you, he added sternly."
Fred audibly gulped.
Y/n smirked at Fred and she walked towards the staircase which lay between the kitchen and the living room. She remembers the narrow staircase and how fast she ran down it on the day she started her first year at Hogwarts. Her bedroom was the first door to the right. She immediately smiled at the sight, her room hadn't changed from when she left it at the start of her sixth year when the twins picked her up for the Quidditch World Cup. Her bed was still messily made, her throw blanket sprawled across the floor, the wardrobe door was still slightly open and parchment was sprawled across her desk next to the window. She sat on the mattress of her room and felt herself falling backward onto her pillows, the last time she slept in the bed, her condition was still a secret to the twins and she was anxious about them finding out.
The mirror next to her bed was still cracked when she threw a textbook at it after looking at her scars, her fingers ran across the old calendar made for her and across her desk. She could remember countless times she'd look in the mirror and cried about her appearance, that she was a monster not worthy to be loved. She felt a hot tear run down her cheek. When she looked in the mirror, she still saw the 16-year-old girl who spent countless hours staring into it, wishing she looked different. But she smiled, she was a different person now, she was more confident in herself and she knew the twins were there to say.
She grabbed a box from the top of her wardrobe and began to put her things in boxes, she put in the desk mirror and the many photos of her family and the twins. She threw in the rest of her clothes and began emptying the drawers of her dresser, desk, and bedside table. She made sure she spent plenty of time admiring and remembering the memories she had made in her room and making sure they were placed carefully in the boxes.
Eventually, she got to the final drawer on her desk, after that draw her old room was packed up and ready for the move. The only thing that would stay was the furniture. She pulled open the last drawer and there was a letter addressed to her.
To Y/n Lupin in the future
She carefully opened the letter and unfolded the piece of parchment to reveal the letter
To Y/n,
It's me, Y/n from the past. I've just finished my second year of Hogwarts! Teddy was right, it's amazing! How are you? How's our condition, is it getting any better? It's been a rough year this year, Fred and George almost found out what we are. Do they know now? I'm so scared that they'll leave me. I really want to tell them, I do but I don't want to lose them, they are my only friends. I don't know why I'm writing this. I guess I just want to see how it's going. How we are coping in the future? Have they found a cure? I'm scared of what the future brings for me, and I hope Fred and George stay.
Love Y/n (22nd July 1991)
"Oh little me," Y/n smiled, looking up at the sky, "If only you knew what happened, you should be proud of us. Fred and George know and they've been the most supportive people. There's no cure yet. But Fred and George became animagi for us, to help us."
She folded the letter back up and placed it back in the envelope, she made sure it was perched on top of the last box before sealing it. She didn't even remember writing that letter. But she has come a long way since it was written.
Little Y/n should be proud of how far she's come.
Word Count: 3600
A/n: Happy Thursday! How are you all? I'm going to be posting twice a week! Thursday and Sunday! I've finished writing the book so there will be more chapters coming soon!