"We need to leave, now."
Remus's father had burst into the room, breathless and panicked. He seemed to be trying to keep his composure, though, most likely for Remus's sake. He met his wife's eyes, and some silent agreement passed between them. Remus's mother came beside him and picked him up. He could tell something very wrong had happened, but he couldn't figure out what. He was getting a bit too big to be picked up, at six years old. But his mother swept him up with ease. And shortly after they left, with no possessions and the sitting room in slight disarray, where he had been coloring with Muggle toys.
"Mum, wh-what's wrong?" he asked, looking expectantly up at his mother.
"Shh. Not now, Remus," was all she said.
Remus knew not to ask any more questions. Somehow, he felt his silence could be the difference between life or death. He snuggled closer to his mother and could smell her, clean and sweet. This gave him comfort, and he suddenly felt less scared, though he was still shaking. Remus looked into his mother's eyes and tried his best to say "I love you" silently, and his mother seemed to understand. She kissed him gently on the forehead, and held him tighter.
They made it to the Muggle car and quickly got in. Remus was still in his mother's arms, and for that he was grateful. They made it out of their driveway and headed for a an unknown destination. Remus was still scared, but after hours of driving he soon fell asleep.
As soon as Remus's parents thought it safe to talk without alarming Remus, his father began to explain what had happened at work earlier that day. John worked at the Ministry of Magic, in the Regulation and Control for Magical Creatures Department. Out on the job, he 'ran' into the infamous Fenrir Greyback, who was speaking ill of Muggle-borns. John, always having the short temper, told Greyback what he thought of him and his filthy obsession with his pack of werewolves. John told him he'd put a stop to it, to which Greyback merely replied, "We'll see about that."
Not long after his return to the office, John had received warning that Greyback was coming after him and his family. John now apologized to his wife over and over, but she just sat clutching Remus silently.
"Please, Kate, just say something!" he exclaimed frantically when the silence had become unbearable.
"Shh!" she said, peering at the sleeping Remus. After checking he was alright, she continued. "What would you like me to say, John?" she hissed. "I'm obviously extremely angry! What on earth were you thinking? It was okay when we where younger, when it was only us we had to worry about. But that's not the case any more. Did you even think of Remus?" she said, her voice dangerously close to becoming loud. She looked at her husband and saw that his eyes were full of tears.
"Of course I did. I regretted what I had said as soon as the words left my mouth. You know I would never do anything to intentionally hurt Remus, but I just didn't think."
"You never do." she said irritably.
"I am so sorry. I love the both of you more than anything in this world." He looked at his wife briefly before turning his eyes back to the road.
They rode silently as Katherine calmed down a bit.
"Oh John," she said softly, realizing this was not a time to argue. They needed to as clear-headed as possible to get through this. "We know you love us and we love you, too, but you have got to be more responsible. We're not kids any more. We have someone who depends on us, and I just don't know how we're going to get out of this mess," she said, while absent-mindedly running her fingers through Remus's hair.
They drove in silence for a while when John suddenly spoke. "He has your brains, of course. I wouldn't be surprised at all if he got into Ravenclaw. And he looks like you, too. I'm grateful for that. I think he'll be quite the ladies' man when he gets older," he said with a soft smile.
"He strikes me more as a Gryffindor. A bit of a troublemaker, but kind and courageous. Don't you think?" She was watching her son sleeping.
"Yeah. Maybe he does take after me a bit." His smile turned mischievous, but very slightly so.
"Oh, he has your eyes, of course. A perfect brown. And a mixture of our hair colors, I think." She kept looking at her son, hoping that everything would be okay. It had to be. She had to stay positive, or at the very least come up with a plan.
A/N: I like this chapter. My favorite so far. So, what do you think?
Oh, and if you find mistakes in any of the chapters, feel free to tell me. I'd appreciate it:)