Remus's worst fears weren't real.

You weren't a werewolf, never showing any signs of being one in the first place. He'd always worried it'd pop up one day or another, but as a baby, your hair would change colour depending on who you wanted to carry you; something that was sort of useful, in a way, so they knew exactly who you wanted for the hour or so. Tonks adored you as much as Remus did, your family life being one of the most comforting ever - even more so with Andromeda and Ted Tonks as your grandparents, the pair being two you most liked to visit over your holidays out of Hogwarts, mainly.

You, though, were older now- sixteen, to be exact, and you'd spend most of your time in your room either studying or relaxing, reading, maybe even going up to the loft you had near the high window to sleep. But, one night, of course, like usual, Tonks was out. Even with her absence, you heard the door open, the footsteps of somebody coming home. You assumed it was Remus, but then you saw the moon.

Shit, SHIT-

He looked beaten up, bleeding, cuts, bruised.

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