Remus Lupin: The Cursed Crimson Moon

December, 1970. In a Little town, Scotland. The Lupin’s House 'Every full moon, my parents lock me in a cabin… because I turn into a monster.' Remus sat across the fire grate, the weather was all snowy white. The cold started to feel like tiny needles leading to his back. He stared at the gleaming red embers, focusing on how it sounds when the lumber gets burned and crackled. The crackling sound was a very unpleasant sound to hear. It reminds him of his cracking bones, and he recalls the pain he must endure during the event. He finally decides to sit near the window, watching the snowflakes falling and touching the glass. His favorite brown blanket wrapped around his body, embracing him in a warmth he never truly had. “I’ve tried my best, darling!” was Lyall’s voice. Upstairs, his voice sounds c***k in between frustration and anger. “I’ve tried everything I could! I sent letters to all my fellows who were the best in alchemy, potions, and everything. I beg them in any possible way to find the cure!” “Maybe you haven’t done enough!” Hope was nearly shouting; her voice sounded muffled. “Remus is getting bigger, Lyall. He’s becoming more dangerous than we could ever handle!” “I know. I understand your point, Honey. “ Lyall sighed, and the sound of the sliding chair upstairs was audible. The house is relatively tiny yet cozy for the three of them to live in. The walls and floors are made of good quality wood. Bedrooms are all upstairs, leaving only the kitchen, dining room, and the fire grate where Remus was. “Now, listen to me, Lyall..” she said firmly. “I love him. I love my son like every mother does, but Remus is magical. I don’t know whether I should blame myself for feeling afraid of him for the last five years, or I should be grateful for having him alive and suffering every month.” Hope breaks into tears. “Oh, darling. My beautiful lady, I’m grateful to have you as my wife. I promise you, I promise we’ll get through this together, okay? I’ll give whatever it costs to find the cure.” “Promises don’t keep us safe, Lyall. It’s just a matter of time before we die in our son’s hands! He lost his mind every time he turned into that monster!” “He was never a monster, Hope! Bold of you assume him as a monster!” Lyall hissed. “That is a monster possessing my son’s body! That is a monster in the corner of that room, curled up in the darkness every full moon! It was Evil! Soulless!” Lyall was stunned, it’s all called his memory back to when he said the exact words to Fenrir Greyback about their pack, as werewolves, ‘soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death.’ A deafening silence filled the air, but Hope's sobbing remained. “It’s all my fault. My son is suffering every month for the rest of his life because of me. I’m a terrible father, Hope! I would rather give my life for my son if I could!” Lyall wept and tried his best to make it less audible. Tears escaped from Remus’s eyes, he heard everything from the couch. His hearing ability is such a curse for him. Sometimes, he listened to her mother crying all night or his father begging on the phone to someone. He watched the snowflake rain down on a cabin across the house, a small, dim cabin. Remus bit his lower lip and rubbed his eyes. He felt like a burden to this family, knowing and doing nothing for his household except being a disgrace. He wiped the tears from his freckled cheeks when he heard someone coming downstairs. It was his father, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said with a slightly forced smile. Remus didn’t answer; he just turned around, stared at him, and frowned. “Winter?” Lyall asked once more. The Sun no longer bathes their house with warm light; it’s all cloudy grey, “No. I don’t really like winter. It’s cold, bleak and lonely. “ Silence: It’s all silence after the word ‘Lonely.’ Lyall knew how desperate his son faced loneliness for a half-decade, so he had no words to say. “Aight, boys! Ready to camp?” Hope came with a basket of food and three bottles of milk. “Remus, put your sweater on, or you’ll get cold.” “Okay, we gotta get going now, boys!” Remus could see his mother’s red and puffy eyes. He gives her a smile and walks towards her. “Let me help you, Mom. A lady should never carry something too heavy.” “Oh, that’s my boy!” exclaimed Lyall. “I taught him that, so that you know.” he whispered to Hope, The woman could only give his husband a single glare and giggles. Tonight is a full moon. Hope and Lyall always make scenarios to make it seem alright. For the last two months, they pretended to be camping together.