“The first time Remus nearly killed a child, he was sixteen and savage. The pimples on his face trailed down his chin and neck, his limbs long and gangly. In the darkness before moonrise, the Shrieking Shack had swayed in the wind, rocking like he was a child to be coddled in his cot. And Remus had paced back and forth, hungry, biting, angry and restless. Ready to transform and desperately wishing he wasn’t.”
– when covered in snow, chapter eight
Title: that’s the art of getting by Author: sarewolf Cover Art: @VeloxVulpes3 Description: “What do you want me to do?” Remus says, tiredly.
All he wants is to curl up on his bed. Smoke a pack of cigarettes. Get drunk. He can’t stop looking at Harry.
“Remus...” Dumbledore is gentle. Remus hates when he has that tone. Hates that he knows it will hurt. “There is no one else left.”
A bitter laugh escapes him. “So you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”
Notes: Now that the final chapter is up, I am so happy to share my fic over here on Tumblr. This has been a long journey that has gotten me through these very weird times and connected me with a special fandom once more. A big thank you to VeloxVulpes3 for the cover art and to everyone who has read, commented, shared and shouted about this fic online. Thank you for everything x
