Remus Lupin + “Part two.”
Two weeks later Remus showed up at your front door, bloody, breathing heavily and crying. You’d opened it thinking it was the pizza you ordered only to see your ex-boyfriend barely managing to stay on his feet.
“Rem,” You gasped as he leaned against the archway for support. “Oh Merlin,” you want to reach out for him only to pull back like you’d been burned. You didn’t want to hurt him. One eye and the other dropped down, only for the eye that’d shut first to fly back open.
“Remus, where does it hurt?”
“Remus I-” Remus feel forward and, thankfully, into your arms. You probably should have been more surprised about how easy it was to carry him from your door to your bed in the back room, but honestly, he’d been living out in the woods for months so it’s not like home cooked meals were something he’d get out there.
“Y/N,” he slurred as you took off his jacket and shirt, though there really wasn’t much left of either, “Y/NY/NY/N,” he mumbled. His eyes were still closed and the bleeding from the large wound on his chest had slowed.
“Yes Remus, I’m right here.” He smiled faintly at that as you pulled out your wand and started closing the wound on his chest.
“Y/N, ‘ve got ta tell ‘er,” he said, not fully understanding that the person talking to him was you. It was probably the bloodloss, something you didn’t have a potion for at the moment.
“Tell her, tell me what Remus?”
“At ‘m ‘rry.”
“I’m sure she already knows,” you tell him, a small smile on your face, but that didn’t stop him from repeating the mantra “‘m ‘rry” over and over until he fell asleep. After changing out of your now bloody clothes you grabbed your wallet and headed to the Apothecary in Diagon Alley for a blood replenishing potion.
It hadn’t taken you very long to get the potion, but Remus was still struggling to sit up in bed by the time you’d gotten back to your apartment.
“Remus!” The werewolf looked up at you in shock. “Y/N? Whe-is this the apartment?” He looks around at what should be a familiar bedroom, only to see a new wall color, new nicknacks and papers and pictures taking the space where they didn’t belong. The bed felt different too, as did the sheets he was on.
Everything about the room was alien and wrong.
“Course it is. Where else would we be?” Remus doesn’t answer, instead his eyes trail over the bag you have.
“Blood replenishing potion. I had to go and get some from Diagon Alley, sorry to leave you.” You approach him like the nervous, skittish look in his eyes isn’t hurting you. You hand him a round conditioner that he doesn’t hesitate to down, probably because you both know the repulsive copper taste it has. You sit down at the end of your bed by his feet.
When he sets the container aside you ask, “What happened?” Remus looks down at his hands guiltily.
“I screwed up,” he said, not angry, more disappointed than anything, “The alpha found out I was a spy-”
“So they turn you into minced meat?”
“Yeah.” The words ‘I told you’ are on the tip of your tongue but he gets out “You were right,” before you can even say them.
“I know. I usually am.” The corners of his mouth tip upwards.
He looked up at you, “I’m sorry.”
“I know that too.” He looked at you strangely.
“You seem to be very chatty when you’re on the brink of death.” Remus nodded. He takes your hand in his and squeezes his eyes tight.
“I still love you. I just, I was so stressed and I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have,” when he opens his eyes they are glassy with tears, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please say you forgive me.”
You nod and your own eyes start to fill with tears, “Of course I forgive you, you silly werewolf. I love you.”
You smile and scoot closer, desperate to hold the man you love because finally he’s back in arm’s reach.