Remus Lupin (lycaon_wolf) wrote in __lightning__,
Remus Lupin

Izabel and Remus • The cottage • Complete

Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground
Saturday, June 30 • Early evening

Remus stood still on the bare sod that yet surrounded cottege, eyes closed. Apparating from London after taking a dosage of Wolfsbane required a moment's recovery.

When his head ceased swimming quite so much, he swallowed again to attempt to clear the taste from his mouth and moved to the door, his shoes making soft marks in the lane where a proper walk would soon be.

This would be his hiding place tonight, if not his home yet. No more Shrieking Shack, and no more Snape — although to be honest not having the Potions Master available to check over the other Apothecary's work on the new version of Wolfsbane was a bit worrying. There were more new elements to this moon than Remus liked.

But Bellatrix, the woman responsible for so much madness and pain, was dead, and that was a relief. Kingsley Shacklebolt had passed on to Lupin that they did believe she was responsible for the dead Aurors, the Herbologist, an Unspeakable, and dozens more, just from what they found in her books of record. She'd boasted of them all to herself, or to whatever Dark Lord she'd thought would read of her exploits and approve.

Their faces floated in Lupin's mind as he made his way into the cottage and down the stairs, to the cellar he'd prepared.

His very own cage.

If not for Bellatrix, perhaps this would have been different, perhaps he would have trusted to let things continue as they had been, sleeping in a bed like a human, feeling Izabel's hand run through his fur.

There'd have been no need to construct quite so secure a cage until ... until later. How much later? Until there was a child to think of.

But things stood as they did, and as Remus checked over one last time the precautions he'd built into the cellar, the wards and bars, the key one could only reach when a human, he felt that would be worth it.

To never to go through a spring like the past one again, and to live here with a wife and a family ... this was a small price indeed to pay.
Tags: izabel_sinistra, remus_lupin

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