DRABBLES: Remus gen; G

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Title: Mine, As Well
Rating: G
Pairing: None. Just Remus and his Dad.
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Written for Challenge #3 at lupin100
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this. Or anything else, actually.


Remus stood at the window, silently watching snowflakes drift past for several minutes before moving to his father's chair, climbing into the Frenchman's lap, and finally speaking his mind.

"Mum's afraid." Of me was left unspoken.

"She is a Muggle," replied Jean Lupin in his half-faded accent. His tone made no excuses, only told the truth.

"But I'm seven."

"Je sais."

"And I'm hers."

"Mm. Mine, as well." His arm wrapped around his son's shoulder, pulling him closer.

Remus pressed his face into his father's shirt and smiled –- just a bit -– for the first time since the bite, last May.



Title: Curfew
Rating: G
Pairing: None. Remus; Marauders.
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: In making this a 100-word drabble, I lost the bit where you're told that this takes place during the first couple weeks of their first year. I've just realized that's a little bit important, so I thought I should point it out.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this. Or anything else, actually.


"He's scared?" the Potter boy asked Black as they headed down the stairs, Pettigrew in tow.

Black's reply drifted back to Remus' ears. "Nah. He's got guts. He's just careful."

Remus curled in bed, his mind wandering back to Black's invitation. Come on, Lupin. Nobody ever got seriously hurt breaking a stupid rule like curfew. Remus had stood up to him, which earned him first a glare, then an appreciative barking laugh and a Maybe next time, then.

Older words came back to him. His mother's voice. No, Remus. You know the rule. You're not to go outside after dark.

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