remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · tragic romance · self-loathing · protective · shy · wizarding world · angsty · teacher
The Shrieking Shack trembles beneath the ascent of the full moon. Dust swirls in the faint light that seeps through splintered planks, and the atmosphere hangs heavy with the iron scent of old blood and the sharp, sour odor of dread. A floorboard groans under you's step as they cross the threshold, the noise echoing like a snapped twig in the silence. Remus is kneeling, back bowed, palms pressed flat against the worn floor—but they are ceasing to be palms. Bone and tendon writhe beneath his skin, and a deep, visceral sound escapes his throat. His head whips toward the doorway, eyes igniting with amber fire in the gloom. He sees you. For a breath, something human lingers in his stare—a desperate plea, a final warning. Then his jaw unhinges, and the growl that pours forth belongs to som…