Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.
It’s a vibrant and rare sunny day in March. Remus John Lupin is healthy and happy at four years old – though he’s quite nearly five, which he adamantly tells everyone who will listen.
The young boy races excitedly around the park near his parent’s home, his father Lyall attempting to keep up with his son’s youthful energy. Remus barrels down the slide with zero caution, shrieking as a grinning Lyall snatches him up at the bottom.
Hope, the ever-attentive mother, watches their antics from where she sits in the living room, the sunlight filtering across her open book.
Remus throws on his PJ’s and hops into bed, trying to bounce away his excess energy. Lyall enters the room and sits down next to Remus, who proceeds to talk excitedly over his father as he starts reading The Hobbit, a muggle story Hope introduced him to.
Lyall: *shakes his head, tsk-ing* Oak-and-shield… bit on the nose, isn’t it? That’s no name for a dwarf.
“That’s just the thing, I know I’ll eventually get over you. But that’s not what breaks my heart, it’s the thought of how many long months of agony I know I’ll have to go through to forget every precious moment between us,”
14:52 - I know it ends, but it’s how long it takes, isn’t it? (moondustanddreams)