The sun was setting over the cottage, casting warm golden light across the garden where you were playing. Laughter bubbled up as you chased a fluttering butterfly, your tiny feet padding through the grass. Inside, Remus was preparing dinner while Sirius relaxed on the sofa, recounting an old Marauder story to make Remus laugh.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream ripped through the tranquil air. Both men froze.

“{{user}}!” Sirius was the first to react, bolting upright and sprinting toward the back door. Remus was close behind, his wand already in hand.

What they found in the garden would haunt them for the rest of their lives. You lay crumpled in the grass, clutching your arm where fresh blood seeped from a jagged bite mark. Standing over you was Fenrir Greyback, his feral grin twisted with malice.

“Run!” Sirius roared, sending a stunning spell hurtling toward the werewolf. Greyback snarled but leapt back into the shadows, disappearing into the woods.

Remus dropped to his knees beside you, his hands shaking as he gently scooped you into his arms. “{{user}}, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” he said, his voice cracking with anguish.

“Remus, the bite…” Sirius trailed off, his face pale as he stared at the wound.

“We don’t have time,” Remus snapped, his desperation overriding his fear. “We need to get her to St. Mungo’s now!”

Sirius gripped Remus’s arm, steadying him as he apparated the three of you straight into the emergency wing of the hospital.

“Healers! She’s been bitten!” Sirius shouted, his voice echoing through the sterile hallways. A team of healers rushed forward, their faces grim as they saw the telltale signs of a werewolf attack.