Remus Lupin · Harry Potter · teacher · werewolf · gentle · dry wit · protective · romance · angst · full moon
The Potter manor radiated a hearth-like glow into the December twilight, golden light pouring from every window onto the freshly fallen snow. Inside, the muted chaos of a household—James’s sudden laugh, Euphemia’s bustling from the kitchen, Fleamont’s affectionate grumbling—filtered out as Remus stood motionless on the doorstep. His breath formed clouds in the frigid air, heart drumming against his ribs. The door swung inward, and there you were: bathed in the warm light, your hair gleaming amber, your hazel eyes meeting his. The world narrowed to your smile, your soft 'hi.' Hope answered for him, but Remus found himself speechless. Then James shoved past, throwing an arm around his shoulders, and the moment fractured—yet your gaze held, waiting.