These chapters with the same first names are continuations of each other just to let the readers know.

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January 12, 1965 ~ Waxing Gibbous

"What are we going to do, Lyall?" Hope asked her husband, staring up at him with a shaky hand. Remus laid on the living room couch, wrapped in three layers of blankets. He was sleeping soundly, but was also shaking without trying in the bundle.

The house had grown darker in the past week. Remus had been rushed to a doctor where the parents had no explanation for the muggles who had treated his wounds. The doctor said the wounds would heal in time. They had got medical bills back, which didn't matter to them, but Remus was acting the exact same as before the attack.

Just a bit frightened of the dark.

They were not able to fix the large hole in the wall, which forced Remus to sleep with his parents once again. But he didn't seem to mind. He didn't want to be alone in the night nor in the day.

"It'll be fine... I'll-I'll take extra hours at work," Lyall said, trying to calm his own shaking voice. "He'll be fine, Hope," Lyall told his wife, lying his shaking hand on hers. She nodded, tears running down her cheeks.

"What if the wounds don't heal?" she asked him. Lyall looked from to his son lying on the couch.

"He doesn't seem to be in pain now," he told his wife. Then, he stood up, softly kissing her forehead. She was shaking from beneath his lips. He then walked over to his son, picking the bundle of blankets into his arms. Remus squirmed in his arms, scratching his back.

"Help!" he screamed, his eyes suddenly shooting open. his head was tucked over Lyalls shoulder. He begun to bash his fathers back, tears coming to his eyes. Lyall softly tried to soothe his son, hoping the panic attacks would soon settle. It was the only thing which he did which made the two parents worry. The way he seemed to frightened by anything which touched him.

Hope rushed in front of her sons face, cupping his cheeks with her hands. His nails pressed against his fathers back, making imprints for the morning. He was panting, his breaths shaking with fear and he pulled away from his father, facing the man in the face. But he burst out in tears, hugging his arms around his self.

"I'm sorry daddy!" Remus cried to him. Lyall hated how his son could see the pain on his face.

"Oh, Remy, Remy, just calm down, its okay!" Lyall said to his son, his own eyes becoming watery at the sight of his crying son.

"I'm sorry," Remus sniffled to him. This time, his hands came to his eyes, rubbing them softly. He sniffled as he yawned, letting out a few quickly muffled sobs as Lyall grabbed his wife's hand and led her towards their bedroom. They had locked Remus's door closed, never wanting to enter the torn apart room ever again. Yet, every time Lyall walked down the hallway, passing the door, he couldn't help but think... if he had opened that door quicker, would he have saved his son from his wounds? Would his son not be screaming every time he tried to show affection?

They slept together than night and the next and the next, sleeping soundly in each others warm comfort.

January 16, 1965 ~ Full Moon

Remus sat in the middle of the living room, placing together the puzzle his mom had gotten him in the hospital. He hadn't been able to put it together on his hospital bed, but he was glad to put it together now. The image was black and white, the inside of a kitchen somewhere where things were in better condition. He liked the image, though wished some color had been incorporated into the piece.

Hope sat at the table a few feet away, looking over their bills. She bit her lip, a hand holding up her tired head as her strained eyes read ever line of wording over the slip of paper. Even with Lyall working over time, like he was doing tonight, they weren't going to be able to pay for the water this month.

She slowly placed the unpaid for loan into the pile and went to the next. Remus had noticed the large bags under his mothers eyes and the way the whites of them seemed more and more red every morning since his attack. But he didn't think his mom would appreciate it if he pointed out the non perfect feature.

Suddenly his vision went blurry and he dropped the puzzle piece he had been holding.

"Remy? You okay?" Hope asked, her eyes wandering over to the boy. His hearing went in and out as well, but everything came back into focus. He picked the puzzle piece back up and glared at it for a moment.

"Yep, just a little tired I think," he said, knowing his mom always said her eyes went fuzzy when she was tired.

That seemed to be all the time now.

Hope nodded, not thinking anything of it as she went back to looking over bills.

"I have to go back to work later, they need some more workers for paper organizing," Lyall said, taking off his sweaty, rough conditioned hat. Running a hand though his unhealthily greasy and thin hair, he turned to his son. Remus was sitting on the couch, flipping through the pages of the large book he had got for Christmas.

"It's fine, Lyall, I can take care of Remus," Hope said to her husband, placing a hand on his chest. He nodded, his own head dipping a bit. Remus looked up at the sound of his name and saw his dads real face.

Remus had noticed the way his fathers face changed when he looked at his son. The way he slightly hid the large bags under his eyes by smiling and wrinkling his face in a natural way.

"Your not gonna be home for dinner again, daddy?" Remus asked. He got up from the couch, walking towards his dad and mom. Lyall shook his head at his son, patting the boys head as approached them.

"Sorry, bud, no dinner for me tonight," he told his son. Remus bit his lip, leaning against his dad's chest. His eyes went fuzzy again and he stumbled a bit, his foot going numb as well. Lyall quickly caught his son in his arms, lifting the boy back to his feet.

"Woah, Remus, you okay?" he asked his son. Remus raised his head lazily, but played off the move with the rub of his eyes and a yawn as he had seen his mom do.

"Just tired," he told his dad. Hope nodded, placing a hand on Remus's head.

"He's been tired all day, let's get you to bed quick here, okay Remy?" she asked him. He looked out the window behind him to see the sky had become dark quicker than the night before. But he couldn't study how high the moon was in the sky, his mom picked him up and into her arms. She brought him into their room, lying him down on the bed with a soft smile. She patted his head and kissed her sons forehead with a tired smile. Tucking him in further under the covers, Hope patted his legs.

"Mom? Will you stay with me?" he asked her. Hope bit her lip, staring down at his legs for a moment but shook her head.

"I have some work to do still, Remy, but I'll keep the door open so you can hear me," she told him. He bit his lip, wanting to argue, but his mom was already getting up from the bed, walking towards the door. She did what she said she would, closing the door only a bit so a bit of light still poured into the room.

Remus fell asleep easily that night, but woke up about halfway through the night to a severe pain on his back. His eyes slowly opened and he let out a moan of pain. The light was off in the hallway, signalling his mom was probably sleeping. But he didn't feel anyone beside him.

But then again, the pain was quickly spreading through his body.

Remus's eyes went fuzzy again and he felt the fuzziness spread to his brain. Suddenly, memories blurred together and faces became foggy. He quickly sat up in bed, his mind searching for something. Panic filled his system, making it hard to breath. He searched for any recognition but the more he searched the more the memories faded. Soon simple information like his name disappeared and he quickly kicked the blankets from off his body, his neck cocking at an awkward angle suddenly. But before he could search any further, the five year old boys head felt empty.

But it filled with a different piece of info very quickly.

Pain.

Pain coursed through him and he cried out, feeling the agony spread through his arms and through his face, through his legs and up to his chest.

His pupils expanded and he could feel his face bones and muscles stretching. He wanted to cry out, but he suddenly couldn't remember how. Panic was rising in his chest, the thoughts he had left were racing.

And suddenly, all was quiet.

His mind was empty, his eyesight clear. Every small sound made his ears flinch and he rolled his head back. A howl escaped his vocal cords.

3rd Person POV

Hope froze at the sound of a wolf in her sons bedroom. She quickly darted for the door, her eyes wide as her fingers came to the wood and she cracked it open a bit to see inside. Her son was nowhere to be seen, but she let out a cry of fright at the small wolf sitting on her sons bed. The creatures head snapped in her direction, its confused eyes quickly resolving and he leapt from the bed, charging for the door. Hope gasped and quickly tugged the door closed, trapping the small wolf's paw in between the door and the bedroom. It howled in pain and Hope looked around helplessly as she tried to find something to keep the door closed.

"Lyall!" She screamed. "Anyone!" she cried. The wolf howled in rage, trying to tug its foot from out of the door, but she kept it locked in, wanting to keep her son safe from the creatures harm. "Remy! Climb out the window Remus!" she shouted.

Hope stayed there for the rest of the night and the wolf on the other side did not stop battling against the door. Sweat was running down her face from the heat in the heater which she was not able to turn off. Her shirt clung to her sides, her pants doing the same and her hair stuck to the sides of her face.

Finally, Lyall came home from work.

The front door opened and Hope's dazed eyes opened.

"Lyall! Lyall help!" she screamed, tears beginning to cling in her eyes. Lyall's heavy footsteps quickly came running in her direction and she began to sob, wrapping an arm around him as she continued to hold the door closed She was relieved and frightened.

"Hope, what-" he began, but his eyes wandered down to the hand wedged between the door and the wall. But, Hope noticed the creature wasn't battle against the door. Lyall quickly shoved past her, opening the door to reveal their son spread across the floor, his wrist being freed from the door. He was sobbing on the ground, trying to curl up but his wounded legs not wanting to cooperate.

"Hope what the hell?" Lyall hissed at her, kneeling down to their son. Hope stared down at her son in confusion. She was feeling all the feelings, heat stroke getting to her head as she waved to the wall to keep her on her feet. "What happened-"

"Remus, he wasn't-"

"Why was his arm wedged between the door-"

"It wasn't!" she shouted at him.

"The door you were holding closed!" he fired back, theirsons body lying in his arms. Hope stared at Remus, her eyes glistening with more broken tears.

"He wasn't," she whispered now.

"He's just been attacked by a wolf and now your keeping him-"

"There was a wolf in his room, Lyall! It wasn't him!" she screamed at him, finally getting the words out of her sore throat. The sob she had been holding in her throat was keeping her from talking but she finally broke, ugly sobs ringing out through her ears. "He wasn't in the room! Just a wolf, just a big bad wolf," she cried, falling to her knees. Lyall watched his wife collapse and she cradled her face in her hands, tears slipping from in between her fingers.

Lyall slowly pieced the evidence together. Hope hadn't seen their son in the room, but he appeared when the wolf disappeared.

"Hope," Lyall said. He reached over to her, his eyes dazed. He tapped the top of her head. "Hope, we need to leave," he told her. Hope finally looked up at him, not bothering to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"What?"

"We need to leave, now," Lyall pushed on her, bringing Remus to her arms. She quickly carried their young son, watching as Lyall snatched the sack Remus had gotten for his birthday and beginning to shove clothes into it.

"Lyall what-" Hope began, her eyebrows furrowing in more confusion.

"We are leaving, Hope, now."

Well, guess this one-shot is going to be three pieces

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