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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,639
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Moon
Title: Moon
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Semi-Dark!fic, insinuations
Summary: #47 – Moon. There was a wolf living inside him.
Word Count: 993 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. A Teddy/Victoire idea. Suggested by lisiapple.
Prompt 47 – Moon
There were times that he felt as if the moon would turn him into something more than a man. It frightened him, it angered him, and Teddy Lupin hid his face from the full moon.
“It is silly, Teddy, really silly.”
Victoire, or Tori as he called her, always told him how silly he was when it came to the moon.
It had become habit ever since they started dating in his sixth year at Hogwarts that they sit atop the Astronomy Tower every night of the full moon. It had been Tori’s idea, always so forward thinking, never shirking responsibility, and never letting fear get the better of her.
They sat on the stone floor of the Tower, leaning back into the battlements as the moon began to rise over the mountains. Teddy was approaching his last full moon at Hogwarts, and soon he would have to leave Tori behind. She still had two years left, two years to forget about him if she wanted.
In the brightening moonlit sky, Tori glowed silver, her pale red hair shimmering like bloody silver satin, and her nearly colourless eyes reflecting everything around her, even his face.
“We have been through this a million times. Lycanthropy is not genetic, not unless your father was born a werewolf, and he was not. My dad is not a werewolf, he was not bitten, but he still has some of benign traits.
In your case, with your father being a werewolf and your mother a Metamorphagus, you might simply feel the genetic disposition to hide from the moon. It is silly though, you have never changed into a werewolf, and you are a Metamorphagus who never morphs—you’re just Teddy…”
Tori was trying to make him feel better, her hand slipping into his, but Teddy did not have the heart to tell her that she sounded like her grandmother, berating him for no good reason.
Teddy’s chocolate brown eyes widened as he saw the top arc of the rounded moon lift from behind the mountain. He did not care what Tori said, the sight of the moon made his blood race and his skin prickle. Every time he was near Tori while they watched the moon, Teddy had to clench his teeth and keep his mind shut tight from the silent voices telling him to do things to the girl he loved.
There was a wolf living in him.
As a boy, his grandmother told him almost nothing about his parents, fearing that Teddy would somehow develop a ‘complex’—which Teddy later learned was his grandmother Andromeda’s fear that Teddy may have inherited some of the less favourable Black family traits. It was not until Teddy went to Hogwarts did his grandmother sit him down and tell him everything about Remus John Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Teddy was bewildered at first, then excited. His parents had been war heroes, they had been special, and they had been loved by all that knew them. However, what his grandmother did not tell him, and possibly did not know, was that as Teddy grew older, grew into maturity, some of his father’s traits were beginning to push through to the outside.
The wolf living inside him was getting stronger.
Teddy felt pain as the moon was halfway up from behind the mountain, and he knew he was crushing Tori’s hand in his own. It always happened this way, but Tori never said a word.
How she could be so understanding, so ignorant to the danger she was in by being near him?
The moon, the wolf, it wanted to hurt her, fuck her, bite her, tear her apart…
Teddy never changed, not into the beast his father had been, but Teddy could feel change inside. He knew his eyes were different though he would never show Tori. He knew his eyes were not changing because he was a Metamorphagus. He knew that he was stronger during the full moon, his magic more potent. He knew that every moon that would come would only make the wolf inside stronger.
He was too mortified to tell Tori how wrong she was.
“There…” Tori whispered, “The moon is up. Now, look at it Teddy…”
It was the same words she used every time, and every time, Teddy did as she wished.
He did not truly fear the moon, he feared himself.
Uncle Harry had told him about his father, and his father’s struggles to reconcile the beast and the man. What would Uncle Harry say if Teddy told him that the struggle had continued from father to son?
Teddy pulled his hand away from Tori’s and rose, his school robes falling about his ankles. His Head Boy badge caught the moonlight as he moved toward the door leading back down into the castle.
He ignored Tori’s protests, wishing to get as far away from her as possible before he did something he knew he would regret. As he ran down the steps, he forcefully changed his eyes again, no longer yellowed with suppressed power, but brown again. He could not let anyone see him so disheveled, or so ready to attack another person if only to satisfy the howling in his blood.
Slamming the door shut to his chambers, ignoring the Ravenclaw Head Girl in the Head’s common room, Teddy tore at his clothes until he stood naked in the moonlight streaming in the window.
His blood boiled, his skin rippling as if to morph. The moonlight burned him and soothed him, and grasping his shaggy brown hair, he fell to his knees into the moonlit square on the floor, the light striking his muscular back.
Teddy wished his parents could help him, he wished his parents had warned him, and he wished his parents could explain what was happening to him. The moon made his blood battle, the wolf or the man, the wolf or the man. It was making Teddy Lupin insane.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Semi-Dark!fic, insinuations
Summary: #47 – Moon. There was a wolf living inside him.
Word Count: 993 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. A Teddy/Victoire idea. Suggested by lisiapple.
Prompt 47 – Moon
There were times that he felt as if the moon would turn him into something more than a man. It frightened him, it angered him, and Teddy Lupin hid his face from the full moon.
“It is silly, Teddy, really silly.”
Victoire, or Tori as he called her, always told him how silly he was when it came to the moon.
It had become habit ever since they started dating in his sixth year at Hogwarts that they sit atop the Astronomy Tower every night of the full moon. It had been Tori’s idea, always so forward thinking, never shirking responsibility, and never letting fear get the better of her.
They sat on the stone floor of the Tower, leaning back into the battlements as the moon began to rise over the mountains. Teddy was approaching his last full moon at Hogwarts, and soon he would have to leave Tori behind. She still had two years left, two years to forget about him if she wanted.
In the brightening moonlit sky, Tori glowed silver, her pale red hair shimmering like bloody silver satin, and her nearly colourless eyes reflecting everything around her, even his face.
“We have been through this a million times. Lycanthropy is not genetic, not unless your father was born a werewolf, and he was not. My dad is not a werewolf, he was not bitten, but he still has some of benign traits.
In your case, with your father being a werewolf and your mother a Metamorphagus, you might simply feel the genetic disposition to hide from the moon. It is silly though, you have never changed into a werewolf, and you are a Metamorphagus who never morphs—you’re just Teddy…”
Tori was trying to make him feel better, her hand slipping into his, but Teddy did not have the heart to tell her that she sounded like her grandmother, berating him for no good reason.
Teddy’s chocolate brown eyes widened as he saw the top arc of the rounded moon lift from behind the mountain. He did not care what Tori said, the sight of the moon made his blood race and his skin prickle. Every time he was near Tori while they watched the moon, Teddy had to clench his teeth and keep his mind shut tight from the silent voices telling him to do things to the girl he loved.
There was a wolf living in him.
As a boy, his grandmother told him almost nothing about his parents, fearing that Teddy would somehow develop a ‘complex’—which Teddy later learned was his grandmother Andromeda’s fear that Teddy may have inherited some of the less favourable Black family traits. It was not until Teddy went to Hogwarts did his grandmother sit him down and tell him everything about Remus John Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Teddy was bewildered at first, then excited. His parents had been war heroes, they had been special, and they had been loved by all that knew them. However, what his grandmother did not tell him, and possibly did not know, was that as Teddy grew older, grew into maturity, some of his father’s traits were beginning to push through to the outside.
The wolf living inside him was getting stronger.
Teddy felt pain as the moon was halfway up from behind the mountain, and he knew he was crushing Tori’s hand in his own. It always happened this way, but Tori never said a word.
How she could be so understanding, so ignorant to the danger she was in by being near him?
The moon, the wolf, it wanted to hurt her, fuck her, bite her, tear her apart…
Teddy never changed, not into the beast his father had been, but Teddy could feel change inside. He knew his eyes were different though he would never show Tori. He knew his eyes were not changing because he was a Metamorphagus. He knew that he was stronger during the full moon, his magic more potent. He knew that every moon that would come would only make the wolf inside stronger.
He was too mortified to tell Tori how wrong she was.
“There…” Tori whispered, “The moon is up. Now, look at it Teddy…”
It was the same words she used every time, and every time, Teddy did as she wished.
He did not truly fear the moon, he feared himself.
Uncle Harry had told him about his father, and his father’s struggles to reconcile the beast and the man. What would Uncle Harry say if Teddy told him that the struggle had continued from father to son?
Teddy pulled his hand away from Tori’s and rose, his school robes falling about his ankles. His Head Boy badge caught the moonlight as he moved toward the door leading back down into the castle.
He ignored Tori’s protests, wishing to get as far away from her as possible before he did something he knew he would regret. As he ran down the steps, he forcefully changed his eyes again, no longer yellowed with suppressed power, but brown again. He could not let anyone see him so disheveled, or so ready to attack another person if only to satisfy the howling in his blood.
Slamming the door shut to his chambers, ignoring the Ravenclaw Head Girl in the Head’s common room, Teddy tore at his clothes until he stood naked in the moonlight streaming in the window.
His blood boiled, his skin rippling as if to morph. The moonlight burned him and soothed him, and grasping his shaggy brown hair, he fell to his knees into the moonlit square on the floor, the light striking his muscular back.
Teddy wished his parents could help him, he wished his parents had warned him, and he wished his parents could explain what was happening to him. The moon made his blood battle, the wolf or the man, the wolf or the man. It was making Teddy Lupin insane.