DONE!

Geez about time.

Also not edited, it will probably be revised in the future but we'll see.

Also also the healers details continue which is not in the original story outline, so, they gave me healers, I give you fashion healer. 

3rd Person POV

The trip to the next town nearby was short and bitter. Remus was continuing to bleed onto their blanket, but it wasn't the fabric Hope was worried about. Her little boy had lost so much blood in the past month he had to be running low on his small bodies supply.

The town ahead was lit like heaven in the light of the brightly shining sun. Hope was glad to leave the misty clouds behind them and go into the light, though she didn't want Remus getting to close to it. She didn't want to lose him.

The town had streets lights, the dirt road turning to a sort of compact rock which was much easier on their wheels but not on the horses hooves. When they eventually got to the middle of the town, the horses collapsed in the middle of the busy street.

Everyone's eyes turned to them.

Lyall bit his lip, watching as the store clerks who were attempting to sell their products from small shacks turned to them.

"Do you need a healer, sir?" a man eventually asked in the stunning silence of the street. Lyall had to hold himself from breaking apart right there. He rapidly nodded, his lips pressed together and his eyes slammed shut.

He wouldn't cry.

Some of the towns people helped Hope and Lyall get down from the trailer, holding the exhausted mother by her waist and some acting as human crutches for her. Lyall followed closely behind, being able to stay on his feet.

The towns people brought her to a different shack, this one looking much more friendly, but it may have just been the sun and lack of rotting in the rock. It was building, not a shack like there had been in the markets place where they had stopped. The structures from hear and beyond the straight became stone buildings, painted a white to make the sun give it color depending on the time of day. The large, heavy wood door was pushed open by the people and a man was revealed inside.

The inside was brightly lit from the windows on all sides. The ground was now stone as well. Wooden cabinets littered the round building, a single table sitting in the middle of the one room structure. It had many vials on it, some sticky spills of the cups and beakers which littered the surface as well. A man stood at the table and turned to see who had come to see him.

His skin was dark, a friendly smile on his face. His eyes were warm as well and the top of his longer, dark brown hair was covered with a decorated top hat. He wore an white apron over his black under shirt which sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The apron was splashed with different powders and liquids, most likely from alchemy.

"Ah, hello," he said, his voice deep. "Rough night you've had travelers?"

Hope broke down. This place felt safe to do that. She fell to her knees, the few towns people who had stayed with her immediately trying to help her up. But she shook them off, Lyall parting them away from his wife.

"Please, please help us," Lyall pleaded to the man.

~

"You son has lycanthropy, I believe you are aware of this, correct?" the man asked. Lyall and Hope sat on two nicely built chairs in front of a cotton cot which Remus laid on. He appeared to like the healer who still had not given them his name.

"Yes, we are aware," Hope said, her voice wavering a bit. "Do you have a cure here? Anything to help the transformations?" she asked the man, almost pleading.

She wasn't pleading.

She was begging.

The doctors eyes turned sad and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Ma'am, a cure hasn't been found for lycanthropy yet," the doctor said. Hope immediately sat up and Lyall stiffened next to her.

"Then what did that woman-"

"That dirty scum!" Lyall shouted. The healer didn't seem alarmed by the outcry, turning back to Hope.

"Were you tricked?" he asked. Hope felt her eyes watering again as she gave him a small nod. "I am sorry to here that, but, it seems your son has another gift," the healer said. Hope watched as he slid his chair with wheels over to the table, grabbing a glass vile and scooting back towards Remus. He held it in front of Remus before throwing it in the air and over the boys body. Hope's eyes immediately shot open and she reached for the vile, but it was to late. The vile fell towards Remus and...

It floated.

The vile was floating in mid air, untouched.

"Your son is a wizard Mr. and Mrs. Lupin," the healer said with a small smile. Lyall stayed frozen,s taring at the floating vile with glittering eyes.

"I... I didn't think of that," Lyall said, lying his head in his hands.

"One of you is the same, yes?" the healer asked, looking between them. Lyall nodded before groaning.

"Dumbledore would never allow it," he whispered, almost to him. The healer stood up from his seat, grabbing the vile and setting it back on the table.

"We shall see."

~

"The town up the hill is a muggle county, more safer if you would like to go undercover," the healer told them the next morning. Remus hadn't transformed that night, the full moon having moved onto a waning gibbous. Hope was thankful, not sure if she could live with herself if both her son and another child was harmed for her and her husband recklessness.

"Thank you, sir," she told him. He gave a soft smile, sticking his hands in his large, grey trench coat with the slight nod of his head.

"We are forever grateful," Lyall finished for her, holding a still tired Remus in his arms. The healer turned to their son, pressing his two fingers against Remus's forehead.

"I did nothing but offer my home but thank you for the galleon," the healer said, removing his fingers. "He will be tired after his transformations, but just let him rest."

Lyall slowly climbed onto the trailer, their horses now fully fed thanks to the towns bakers and farmers. Hope climbed onto the trailer with her husband he walked to the front, grabbing the reins.

"Good luck travelers!" the healer said with the wave of his hand. Hope gave him a wave as the horses set off up the hill. It was sad seeing another small happiness fade into the distance, but the town on the hill was much different from the one below.

It was dirtier, the sun not quite reaching this one as nice as the one blow. The trees were over grown, the pavement dirty with horse manual and dirt. Hope wanted to turn around and go back into the other town, not caring if they were known to be parents of a werewolf. But then there was Remus. This small, five year old child who had been bit by a werewolf and had to move away from his only home with his broken parents. Would he really want to be feared as well?

"This is for the best," she whispered.

"Mama?" Remus asked, his eyes opening. He was sitting in her lap, his head over his shoulder and his chin digging into her shoulder blade. "This doesn't look like a cabin," he said, not impressed with the setting. Hope immediately felt guilt fill her insides at the dirty town.

They eventually found an abandoned home, the roof slightly caving in and the walls rotting as the hut had been. The door worked as well as the lock, but to be honest, an intruder could easily knock down one of the wall boards. But the dark was quickly caving in over the town, whether it was gloomy clouds which had caught up with them or the sun was really setting, Hope wasn't sure.

"Its alright Remy, its only a small detour," she told her son, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. Lyall jumped onto the muddy ground, a gag escaping his lips as he walked over to her, helping his wife into the mud pile as well.

That's when the smell hit her.

That wasn't mud.

She held Remus as high in the air as she could as she walked towards the house, her eyes squinted close and breathing through her mouth in attempt to stop the smell from entering her nostrils. She stepped into the house and the smell was more muggy than horse poo ish. It was very humid inside, even with the door and windows open, not including any of the many large cracks in the wall. But, the set Remus down on the ground. 

"Stay in here," she warned him. He nodded in agreement, his nose wrinkling at the smell of manure. 

Hope went back outside, helping Lyall move their stuff inside the house. She could feel eyes on her and it made it a very unsettling trip back and forth from the trailer. Finally, everything they had brought was inside the house and Lyall slammed the door closed, his breathing ragged.

What happened to us? Hope thought as she looked over her family.

~

That night, they slept together on the squeaky twin sized bed, Remus being squashed in the middle between his two parents. Lyall wouldn't go to work for these first weeks for he was to worried about his wife and the trauma she had experienced in the past few days.

In those weeks, Hope and Lyall did their best to comfort their son. His wounds wouldn't ever disappear, for a werewolves bit nor scratch never completely heal. They would stop bleeding, get a scab, but the scar would be there permanently.

If that wasn't the worst part, Remus's magical abilities begun to manifest, waking up at the time of need. 

It really wasn't a time of need for more 'uniqueness' as Lyall put it.

One night, while rain poured on their falling apart home, a knock came from the front door.  Hope was sitting on the floor with Remus, playing gobstones with him. Remus liked it when she got sprayed, it made him giggle. A giggle she hadn't heard in a long time. The fire place was on in front of them, the only thing keeping the house from freezing. 

Lyall's eyes turned to his wife's in confusion. She looked over to the door, biting her lip.

"Stay here, Remy," she told him, getting up from the dirty grand. She wiped her hands on her pants and Lyall walked up behind her, placing a hand on her waist. She slowly turned the knob to the door and opened it a crack to see the man outside. 

It was an older man, a long white beard going down to his mid torso. He wore a black rain jacket, his umbrella folded and used as a cane instead of protection from the rain. His bright blue eyes looked almost cheerful as a small smile came to his lips at the sight of them. At the top of his head was a cap, most likely covering the baldness at the top.

"Hello there, Mrs. and Mr. Lupin, I hope your night is going well," the man, his voice clear as he spoke. Hope looked over to her husband in confusion, but Lyall was already opening the door for the older man. 

"Lyall," Hope begun as the man walked inside, immediately making a bee line for Remus. 

"Its Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts," Lyall whispered in her ear. Hope still didn't look reassured by his sentence, but when he sat down on the ground, his legs folding like the was Remus's age, she slowly relaxed her tense figure.

"Hello, Remus," Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "Do you mind if I come in place of your mom?" he asked. Remus blinked. 

"Sure?" the young boy asked. Dumbledore's smile widened as he rolled one of the stones for the rings. 

"So, Remus, have you noticed anything... strange going on?" Dumbledore asked. Hope watched with her husband, still at the door. She was trying to make her breathing silent, not wanting to move and shift her sons thinking process.

"Yes," Remus said, rolling his own stone, thinking about his answer very carefully. "My memory goes fuzzy sometimes at night and I can't remember anything in the morning," he told him. Dumbledore nodded, rolling another stone. 

"How about anything... magical?" the headmaster asked him. Remus's eyes lit up. 

"At the healer!" Remus said, his eyes going to his parents. "At the healer, a vial, it floated in the air!" Remus said to him. "It was amazing."

Dumbledore nodded with a smile. 

"Was the healer nice?" the headmaster asked. Remus nodded. 

"He made my wounds heal, my wounds from..." then, the young boy stopped. "My wounds from..."

"Its alright, Remus, I'm not here to talk about that with you, I am here to offer you a spot in our school," the headmaster said with a smile, gesturing for the two adults to come closer. "I have seen Remus's abilities and I think he would make a fine student at Hogwarts, if you would both be willing," Dumbledore said, turning to Hope and Lyall. 

"But, what about-"

"I have already spoken to Madam Pomfrey about the circumstances of having a lycanthropy patient in our school and she had agreed to escort Mr. Lupin to a separate area where he won't be able to harm any students," Dumbledore told her. "We are prepared for him, I promise."

Hope sighed, turning to her son. 

"Remy? You think you'll be ready to go to school when your eleven?" she asked him. He bit his lip, but gave a hesitated nod. 

"Alright, Hogwarts it is."