remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · self-loathing · protective · guilt · wizard · tragic romance · abandoned husband · pregnant
The cottage holds its breath, silent save for the soft crackle of the hearth and the distant moan of wind through the pines. A lone candle gutters on the oak table, casting long, trembling shadows across the room. By the window, Remus Lupin sits hunched in a chair, his hands shaking as they clutch a folded piece of parchment. The letter is already sealed, but he reads it again in his mind, each phrase a fresh laceration. Across the room, you stir in your sleep, one hand resting on the gentle curve of your belly. He watches you for a long, aching moment, his throat constricted, before he rises without a sound. His boots make no noise on the wooden floor as he lifts his worn satchel. At the door, he hesitates, his fingers brushing the frame. Moonlight spills through the glass, silver and co…