This is gonna be a short, Two-shot. I'm kinda Marauder obssessed right now (Especially Lupin).

The Letter

To say Mrs. Lupin was surprised would have been a massive understatement. Years later she'd wonder if she had actually gone into shock at the sight. Yet, the owl had arrived addressed to a single person: Remus Lupin.

Surely this must be some kind of mistake? She turned the letter over and promptly, dropped it. There, in red wax, lied the unmistakable Hogwarts seal. Mrs. Lupin reached out tentively, and found herself tracing the familiar sign. This was more than she--they--could have hoped for, what with his 'condition'.

"Remus," She called out softly.

She heard the TV click off in the other room, then silence.

"Yeah, mom?" He stood in the doorway.

Remus Lupin was no ordinary boy; that much was obvious just looking at him. Deep bags under his eyes resembled bruises, while his eyes themselves betrayed knowledge and hurt unusual for his age. It was the eyes that unnerved so many adults. Messy brown hair fell over a chronically tired face, and his skin appeared as if it had been stretched across his bones.

She motioned for her son to join her. He complied, and she noted the predatory way he moved. She knew he it was likely that he wasn't even aware of it. It was the only similarity to the creature caged inside.

"You have mail. Owl mail." She tried to smile as she handed it to him.

He looked at her with uncertainty. "This must be a mix-up! Some kid's letter got addressed wrong-"

"Open the letter, sweetheart." She put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Reluctantly, he slit the top open, pulling out a small piece of parchment. His eyes scanned over it slowly, widening with each line. Finally, he cracked a grin. "Look!"

She took it from her sin and examined the elegant script.

Dear Mr. Lupin,

I am the headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was recently informed that you expressed an eagerness to attend, as well as extraordinary wizarding power for one so young. It has also been brought to my attention that you feel you cannot attend due to your 'condition' (As I am told you refer to it as). I assure you, that is not the case. I believe that we shall be able to sort this out, if you're interested, that is. I shall await our meeting on the 2nd of August at 7:00 p.m. in the Leaky Cauldron. Send owl if date or time is inconvenient.

-Albus Dumbledore

Mrs. Lupin finished reading and peered over the letter at her son's hopeful face. She sighed internally, knowing full well how crushed he'd be if it didn't work out.

"Well?" He prodded, a spark of life in his usually dead eyes.

She started. "You can go and meet Professor Dumbledore, I suppose,"


She held up a hand, silencing him. "I don't want you to get your hopes up too much, just in case this ends badly. Do we have a deal?"

Remus nodded solemnly.

So? How much did it suck?