Werewolves Of London Again

Werewolves Of London Again

It was all over the papers. Werewolves of London strike again. The main headline of every newspaper he saw that morning. Remus just wanted to throw up. He hated the way all werewolves were deemed as bad just because Greyback and his Werewolves of London were terrorising the place. All he had wanted was a quiet life and he never seemed to get it.

He heard someone behind him say something about the Werewolves of London being the worst they had ever been and that all werewolves should be killed for what they had done. Remus instinctively crossed the road, feeling rather scared for his life. If anyone found out he was a werewolf he would be murdered just in case he joined the Werewolves of London.

At least Tonks knew he would never join them. Or he hoped she knew anyway. He didn’t want any of his friends to think he was involved in any of the murders going on around the city, although he thought some of them probably suspected him. He just hoped Tonks didn’t.

He was so caught up in his own world that he almost didn’t see Greyback coming. He noticed just in time to dart into a shop and hide behind a magazine rack. Unfortunately, Greyback also entered the shop. Remus knew that if he was seen he would be made to join them that evening and made to kill. He hoped Greyback wasn’t interested in the magazine and, luckily for Remus, he wasn’t interested in reading anything from the side Remus was on.

Remus tried to remain quiet, but act normally at the same time, which was surprisingly difficult when he was as scared as he was. He noticed Greyback was moving towards the other end of the rack and was probably about to move onto Remus’ side so he also moved down the rack in the opposite direction, managing to turn at just the right second to avoid Greyback’s eye and scarper through the door.

His heart was beating faster than it had done in a long time and Remus knew it hadn’t been a very lucky escape. He decided not to risk going any further into London and returned the way he had come as quickly as possible, grateful for the chance to get away. As soon as he was far enough out of the city not to be seen by muggles he disapparated to Grimmauld Place and let himself in.

Tonks was standing in the hallway as he hastily shut the door behind him. “Where have you been, Remus?” she asked, looking at him cautiously, noticing the racing heartbeat, hurried breathing and rather scared look on his face.

“London… I was looking for a newspaper to read… Why?” he asked, wondering why she looked so scared of him. She backed away slowly, looking at the bag he had in his hand and recognising it as a bag from a magazine shop on the outskirts of London. “Tonks? What’s wrong?” he asked as she backed away further.

“You… you’re part of the Werewolves of London, aren’t you?” she said, looking terrified of what he might do to her.

“What? No of course not! Why would I be part of anything like that?” he asked, looking rather angry that she even thought that. But she didn’t think he was angry because she was accusing him of something that wasn’t true. She thought he was going to hurt her. She turned hurriedly and ran into the kitchen, dropping the newspaper in her hand and slamming the door shut behind her. He heard the back door open and slam shut as she ran from him.

He walked over to the paper and read the article she had been reading when he had entered. It was the latest edition of the Daily Prophet and it said that a small newspaper and magazine shop owner had been brutally murdered just a few hours before. The shop owner owned the shop Remus had bought his newspaper from.

He realised why Tonks had been so scared and knew she had gone to get some aurors to help her lock him up in Azkaban.