Howl At Dawn || A Remus Lupin/Marauders' Era Story

Relations In The Worst Of Places

Livie’s P.O.V.
        As I walked back up to the castle, I was vaguely aware of someone following me, which makes sense, seeing as the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams were only just making their way up from the Quidditch pitch.
        “Livie!” I heard. I spun around, expecting it to be Orla, but no. It was the exact opposite: the Marauders. I groaned and turned back around so I didn’t trip and break something again. I heard two pairs of feet running up behind me before Sirius Black and James Potter stood on either side of me.
        “Are you avoiding us, Lawson?” Sirius asked. I shook my head.
        “No!” I exclaimed sarcastically. “No, I’ve just broken my arm while walking up this hill backwards, so I didn’t want to do that again since we actually have a chance at winning the Quidditch cup this year.” He shook his head.
        “Oh, I don’t think so,” James said. “You may have won today, but it wouldn’t have happened if not for me.” I laughed.
        “No one told you to help me,” I told him. “You did that on your own.” I smirked. “I wonder why you did do it.” Remus and Peter walked up behind James and Sirius.
        “Hey, Liv,” Remus said. I smiled at him, and James elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow! What was that for?” I laughed.
        “Well, as fun as this has been,” I said, “I have to get back up to the castle. You guys should, too, probably!” I spun around and sprinted up to the castle as the sun dropped lower in the sky.

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        I pulled up a floorboard beside my four-poster bed and grabbed the black duffel that contained a change of clothes, a blue water bottle, and some snacks for the morning. As I replaced the floorboard, checking to make sure there was no one coming into the dormitory, the sun dipped below the treeline, signalling that I was running out of time.
        I made my way down the stairs and out the front doors of the castle, being spotted by no one other than Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, who weren’t a worry. I sprinted across the grounds and into the Forbidden Forest, running for miles before coming upon the shack that had been built for my (and everyone else’s) benefit. I made my way up the stairs and tossed by bag down in the corner.
        I sat for an hour at most, watching the sunset, before I heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind me. I spun around, only to see the one and only Remus Lupin, staring at me in disbelief.
        “Livie?” he asked. I nodded. “What’re you doing here?” I sighed. It wasn’t like I could tell him I had come here to get away from the castle.
        “I… um, I…” I couldn’t come up with the words. “I… come here every full moon.” He nodded.
        “Are you… a, uh…” He apparently didn’t know what to say either, but I knew exactly what he was asking and nodded.
        “Ten years… as of yesterday.” His eyes were wide.
        “Olivia Larson,” he said. “She’s you.” I nodded.
        “I didn’t want anyone to know since it wouldn’t make sense for a girl whose family was attacked by a werewolf to not also die or become a werewolf herself,” I told him, “so Professor Dumbledore said he wouldn’t tell anyone, and that I could change my name so no one would know.” He nodded.
        “Who?” I thought back to that night, and the name of the werewolf that changed my life.
        “Fenrir Greyback,” I said, tears welling up in my crystal blue eyes. “I wish I could just curse him into oblivion.” He nodded.
        “Well get in line.” I looked at him. “He must have a thing for ruining lives.” I nodded. “How long have you been coming here?” I thought.
        “Since I was eleven,” I said. He frowned.
        “So have I,” he said. “How have we both been coming here but not know it?” I shrugged. “So, if you’re Olivia Larson………… your family?” I nodded.
        “My parents… and my little brother… died that night.” A tear slipped down my face. “He was only a month old.” Remus walked forward and wrapped me in a hug before I felt the searing rush of familiar pain.