Remus Lupin Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Ransom threatens in a deadpan tone. I look down at the phone to see him with his missing eye covered by a patch covered in glittering rhinestones. “Ah, purdy eye. How I’ve missed you. I keep your eye on me wherever I go. It’s my most prized possession, just like Pixie will be. I’m going to have fun breaking this Viper I found." I pan the phone to my man carrying her unconscious body away and then back to me. "She reminds me a lot of a certain former leader of Les Mangemorts. I believe they called him the Cajun Gator King.”

Maybe, I just need to wait for him to reach out instead of me looking for him. The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in a moonlit forest. A familiar silver light was facing me, only this time, the light slowly formed into a majestic silver wolf. “Remus?” I called out and the wolf bowed his head to greet me. His eyes held a wisdom that went beyond words. “Hi, Serena,” he greeted. I walked to him and stretched my hand. Remus seemed to understand that I wanted to feel him, and he allowed me.

"What kind of family did your mother have?" "I don't know anything about them," I said. Not a lie. Just incomplete. "Is it important?" "No, no," she waved it off lightly, then smiled again. "It's just that you have such long, beautiful hair. It would be nice if Remus had your hair color as well." She giggled. Remus, little traitor that he was, giggled too and clapped his hands in his chair like he understood every word. He looked exactly like Levi the older he got. Thick lashes, dark hair, that unmistakable bone structure. Levi practically glowed whenever anyone noticed. I glanced at the Duke—

Their room was across from mine and my mom had the same hearing skill as Lupin when he turned into a werewolf. Lupin. You are Tonks to my Lupin, Hermione to my Ron. Great. Now basically everything reminded me of Hunter.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Ink walks over to me asking if I was okay, I smile thanking him where he shakes his head. "I should be the one thanking you, you helped me get out of a situation where I'd probably be in to the day I died" he smiles, I mean I didn't do much I just knew what was best for him "oh I got you this, back when we had our first conversation you mentioned something about mice drinking milk, so I thought I'd buy you a book" he smiles, handing me a little book with a mouse on the front, I can't believe he remembered that was so long ago. He picks Amelia up telling me he wanted to show her a cool fish tank, while I flip through the book, once I find the answer I turn to look at Blake.

Wednesday Remus’s POV She looked so delicious in that blue dress, and it made his stomach knot to think of her alone, especially looking like that, with Octavio. The curr was an honorless mongrel. Remus’s mate was in danger, and his instinct was to fight. She was, after all, a white fluffy bunny about to entertain a house full of ravenous wolves. He had to reach Corvin. There was no time left. Remus closed his eyes and focused on his companion. The looming danger heightened his senses, which carried his awareness downstream towards the object of his focus. ‘Corvin, my partner, my companion.’ He thought. Remus felt him trapped inside the unforgiving kennel of his own mind.