Harry Potter Fan Fiction
Summary: Growing up is hard to do, especially for a teenage werewolf. After a horrible day of fighting with ignorant bullies and his father, Remus and Ginny Lupin's son comes to a decision about what he wants to do with his life.
Note: The book Remus reads to his son Gabriel is No Matther What by Debi Gliori.
Wolfgang bound up the steps to his grandfather's office. For as long as he could remember, he loved to visit him at work. Not every magical child could brag that his grandfather was the Minister of Magic.
"Hello, Doris!" he smiled cheerily at Arthur's personal secretary.
The woman smiled at the young Lupin. He had grown quite tall and handsome in an unassuming way. He had strawberry blond hair that linked him vaguely to the Weasleys, but his eyes were the amber color traditionally associated with werewolves. Unlike his own father, he didn't have the pre-aged look because he'd always been a werewolf.
"Your grandfather's in a meeting. Help yourself to some tea and biscuits while you wait for him," she instructed.
Wolfgang did as he was instructed and waited, until one thin woman with a short dark hair came out of the Minister's office raving.
"These werewolves will be the death of us all! First we have a werewolf teacher at Hogwarts, and you support them! They aren't even human, and you try to give them the right to vote in our elections! This is wrong, Mr. Weasley, and the people will move against you," she warned.
"I have to stay by what is right," he declared. "That's why I was elected Minister, and the people respect that."
"They might respect you, but they crave controversy," the woman said as she adjusted her overcoat. Turning her attention to Wolfgang, the brunette asked, "You, boy, do you go to Hogwarts?"
"Yes," he said, looking unsurely at his grandfather.
"Aren't you the least bit afraid of being bitten by those werewolf children?" she asked, trying to put a childlike tone in her voice.
"No... but my brother bit me once when we were little," Wolfgang said innocently.
"Be glad it was only your brother, boy. Those werewolves should not be allowed to live. I don't care if you know them or if you're friends with one of them. All they will ever do is amount to a rotten end," the unknown woman said to him as if she was being helpful.
"But that's not true!" he said, looking at his grandfather for support.
Arthur Weasley could hear no more of this. "You have insulted my family. Now leave this office immediately!"
"Whatever do you mean?" she said with a fake-sounding laugh.
"This is Wolfgang Lupin, my grandson, the son of Remus Lupin," Mr. Weasley said with a fire in his eyes. "My daughter his married to a werewolf, and my grandchildren are werewolves."
"So you are a werewolf lover!" she said with dark triumph. "Why have you been keeping this from the people?"
"It's a matter of public record for those not stuck in their ignorant views," he said.
The woman glared at him and shifted her gaze to Wolfie as she was leaving the office. Under her breath she muttered, "But you look like such a normal boy. I wonder what you do when you get fleas or rabies." Pausing before leaving she said, "The whole lot of you will be put down like rabid dogs. I'll see to it."
Though the woman's comments weren't the first slanderous ones he'd ever heard, they weren't all that common for him. He'd lived in a world of acceptance for who he was. Wolfgang was too distracted to enjoy the visit with his grandfather, so he left the Ministry to wander in London, and eventually he found himself at Diagon Alley.
When he tried to walk past a group of boys, one of them started shoving him. "Where are you trying to go?"
"Nowhere," he'd replied.
"Then why don't you watch where you're going," the boy said before murmuring, "werewolf scum!"
Wolfgang stopped and looked at the bully and his gang. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, you werewolf freak. You think I don't know who you are because you're too good for the rest of us. I know exactly who you are!" The boy crossed his arms and stared at him.
Wolfie tried to let the comment pass until the other boy said, "Are you out prowling for innocent people to bite?" Then the young Lupin's temper broke.
"No, I'm not looking. I think I found someone right here!" he said before jumping on his back and trying to bite his ear.
The bully struggled with shouts of, "Get him off me!" while his friends tried beating Wolfgang with their brooms.
Nothing but a melee of fighting happened until a much older Lupin found the group of boys. With a quick spell they were all immobilized, and he extracted his son.
As they walked away from the fight, Remus couldn't help but ask, "Wolfgang, what were you thinking!"
"I was thinking I wanted to bloody well teach that wanker a lesson!" he huffed.
Remus was already annoyed and said, "Watch your language, young man!"
Wolfgang stopped dead in his tracks and almost shoved his father. "I'm not a young man!" he shouted. "I'm just a werewolf, and it's all your fault! I couldn't be normal like Rowan or Sarah. I had to be a werewolf like you!"
Remus felt livid. The curse for parents of fifteen-year old sons was that they knew how to push all the wrong buttons. "I am your father, and you will talk to me with respect."
"Why?" the boy mocked. "No one else respects werewolves. I hate being a werewolf and I hate you!"
He was momentarily taken aback by his son, who had never acted ashamed of him. Instead of arguing further in public with his teenaged son, Remus said, "Make sure you remember where you live, even if you hate the werewolves that live there." He then Apparated home, leaving his son to defend himself alone.
Wolfgang was so angry he flung his fists out, breaking the window of the shop by where he'd been standing. The shards of glass that cut him weren't equal to the pain he felt inside.
Late in the evening when darkness had come, Wolfgang slinked back to his house. His mother was busy with the eight-year-old twins Rowan and Sarah while his brother Thomas and sister Tony, werewolves like him, were in the kitchen cleaning up from the evening meal.
"Heard you got into a fight!" Tony laughed when she saw her brother enter.
Thomas laughed conspiratorially, "With dad, no less!"
He didn't quite blush, but he didn't look at his siblings. "Is there any supper left?"
"Nope," Thomas said. "Dad told us to put everything away."
"Thanks," Wolfgang grumbled, hating his father even more.
He decided to just go to his rooms and make this horrible day end. The problem was that on the way to his own room he walked by his brother Gabriel's room. The four-year-old had never been healthy as Wolfgang, and he always looked horrible after a full moon. Because of it, he'd usually stayed home with the twins and their mother.
Inside the room with the dim light of a lamp, Remus was reading a bedtime story to his youngest son. "But does love wear out? Does it break or bend? Can you fix it, or patch it? Does it mend?" he read using a child's voice. A section with a parental response followed.
When the next child's part was read, Wolfgang silently mouthed the words from the hallway. "But what about when you're far away? Does your love go, too, or does it stay?" He slid down the wall and sat while earnestly waiting for his father to read the next part to his younger brother.
"Look up at the stars. They're far, far away, but their light reaches us at the end of each day. It's that that with love. We may be close, we may be far, but our love still surrounds us... wherever we are."
When Remus had finished reading the last lines of the book, Gabriel was already asleep and breathing regularly. "Nox!" he incanted and sat in darkness a long time .
Finally Remus stood up and left the child's room. At the door he found the sleeping body of another one of his children. Wolfgang woke and stood up immediately. When he opened his mouth to speak, Remus put his finger over his own mouth to indicate silence around the sleeping boy.
Remus left his oldest son and walked outside into the night. Wolfgang followed him as they ventured away from the house in silence.
"I'm sorry, Dad," the teenager finally said.
Remus stopped stiffly. "Are you sure about that, or is it something convenient to say so you don't have to feel guilty any more?"
Wolfgang wiped suspiciously at his eyes in the darkness. "I was at the Ministry today, and this woman was saying awful things about us."
"Amadeus, listen," Remus started as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You have absolutely no control whatsoever of what others think about you. The faster you learn that, the easier your life will be."
"But it's so hard sometimes!" he protested.
The elder Lupin sighed. "Yes, it is. Your grandfather's working on it. It won't always be like this, Wolfie."
"Dad," the boy said as he took a step closer to his father, "you always told us we could do anything we wanted to do."
"I know you can," Remus said with pride for his family.
Wolfgang stood straighter to his already impressive height. "Then I've come to a decision." At his father's look of question, he replied, "I'm going to become the first werewolf Minister of Magic."
The look of shock that passed over Remus' face was nothing compared to the quietly burning determination that was seen in Wolfgang's face. After a long time of silence, Remus finally said, "I believe you will actually do it."
Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
This story idea belongs to me. © aikakone.