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(One-shot)
Dire days lay ahead. Finished with school for his last year, Remus returned home to his parents. He never expected to finish a single year at Hogwarts, let alone all seven. He was currently the first & only werewolf to do so.
But with the rise of a Dark Lord, most people ended up divided into two groups: Aurors or Death Eaters.
Most people, but not Remus. The Ministry would never hire a werewolf as an Auror & Remus certainly didn’t want to become a Death Eater. Besides literally not interested in it, doing so would also mean having to join Fenrir & that was something Remus would never do.
So he left his friends behind for now & returned home to find that his mother had taken ill.
Remus forever wondered if he had accidentally cursed her with his famous lie at Hogwarts that “Mama is sick & so I had to go for a bit” to cover his lunar shifts.
His mother was never sick …. until now.
