Lena Lupin

"He loved her once, then he lost her. Nineteen years later, the wolf remembers.". Remione | Dark Remus | Gothic | Forbidden Love

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Then, the question spilled out of her, ‘What do you like to read?’

Lupin stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione’s hair flew all around her face and appeared dusted with icing sugar. There was an exuberance in her gleaming angry eyes.

‘I’m not sure what you mean.’

‘Well, if I had only twelve days to live, I would spend them reading all the greatest books ever written.’

At that, Lupin burst out laughing. It was the laugh of a boy. Hermione recalled he had designed the Marauder’s Map. She wondered if ‘Moony’ was still buried somewhere.

‘That’s the best thing I’ve heard!’ Lupin pecked her on the top of her hat, but Hermione held on to him. The smell of snow and the warmth of his coat filled her. Lupin didn’t understand, but Hermione had just asked him the most intimate thing she could think of.

Excerpt from Chapter 1 of my fic! Read more at Lena Lupin 💜🍸🌕

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Spoilers warning for my fic -

My favorite thing about the Marauders is how mysterious their tragic circumstances were. In writing my fic, I have tried to explain three significant plot holes in the books -

1. Why, despite being so close to James and Lily, Lupin was so secretive, miserable, and withdrawn from Harry in Book 3?

2. Why did James and Lily switch their Secret Keeper at the last minute? Also, why on earth would Sirius suggest Pettigrew, not Lupin if they did want to trick Voldemort?

3. Why did Pettigrew betray them? He always reminded me of Neville. It's as if Neville would suddenly betray Harry. No precedent of suspicious behavior? Pettigrew's sudden betrayal and Sirius's explanation of his jealousy made no sense.

The books did a phenomenal job of explaining Snape's backstory and motivations, but left Pettigrew in the dark. Through the accidental killing of the McKinnons, and Mrs. Pettigrew contracting dragon pox, I tried to answer these questions in my story. I showed how Pettigrew felt lost, alone, terrified of losing his mother. He didn't want to be implicated in Marlene's death, and was repulsed by the lengths James and Sirius were capable of going to avoid being caught. He hated Lupin's lycanthropy, and everything it had brought on them from the start. His loyalty had never been rewarded or acknowledged. He wanted out.

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Sirius gulped his whiskey and put down the glass. He glanced at Lupin with an odd expression on his face. Then, as if to return Lupin’s corporeal confession, Sirius tapped the buttons of his nightshirt open with his wand. The halves of the shirt parted to reveal a circular weal on the skin near his left ventricle, as if a large fluke or leech had been applied there. Lupin’s eyes brimmed with horror as he recognized the size and shape of the weal.

‘That – that looks like the dementor’s k-kiss,’ he said, the words barely escaping his throat.

Sirius nodded and replied, ‘If they latch on your skin, they are able to draw more memories. They … I think they misunderstood the terms of our agreement. They began to visit me in droves every two or three hours. I glutted them with memories of Marlene, the Marauders, you and me, Harry and Lena, Regulus, every single bittersweet thing I possessed. I don’t think any of the other prisoners have this mark on them. Then again, none of them ever escaped,’ he added proudly.

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Hermione felt her eyelids grow heavy against Lupin’s throat. She could feel each of his words hum like the comforting tick of a nursery clock. She wondered how many days she had longed for him to read to her. How hard she had longed for them to sit by the fire, watch the cats play, drink tea, merge bookshelves and read together.

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After ten minutes of silence, Sirius asked gently, ‘Remus?’

‘Mm?'

‘Would you prefer if I transform?’

Lupin turned over to face him sleepily, gave an impish smile, and muttered, ‘Come as you are. I won’t bite.’

The lamplight illuminated the agate richness of Lupin’s eyes, the golden-brown remnants of his greying hair. Sirius’s face was veiled in the shadow. He gathered his long serpentine damp hair, tossed it to his right shoulder, and undressed.

‘I’ve missed you, Moony.’

‘And I, you.’

‘Call me by my name, please.’

‘I did.’

‘Not that prissy one my mother picked. The one you gave me.’

Lupin appeared wide awake. He sat up in bed, entwined his long fingers around Sirius’s neck, and pulled his face into his.

‘Come Padfoot,’ he whispered.

Excerpt from Lena Lupin Chapter 15 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/172782655

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This smells so good,’ Hermione bent over the stew in the cauldron. She plucked a leaf from the garnish and asked Lupin, ‘what is this called?’

‘It has a name as beautiful as its scent. It’s called ‘lovage.’’

Hermione’s cheeks grew pink, ‘You’re not serious.’

‘Indeed. I discovered it when I was in Romania. I’ve always thought the two spices essential for a good life are ‘sage’ and ‘lovage.’’

‘You were in Romania?’

‘Mm. Almost eleven years.’

‘What did you do there for so long?’

‘I went on Order business. Dumbledore wanted me to forge an alliance with the werewolf community there, to persuade some of their younger members to join our cause. I lived in a small village called Enisala, where lovage was quite popular in the local dishes.’

Excerpt from my fic Lena Lupin

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‘Kreacher!’ they heard Sirius’s voice echo from the staircase as he descended, ‘Who you talking to? I told you not to speak to mother. It only agitates her.’

‘Kreacher isn’t Master, I swear I isn’t. The half-breed is in the scullery. Says he has a meeting with you.’

‘Who?’

‘Me,’ Lupin rose and faced Sirius.

Sirius stopped dead in his tracks. 'What was the last thing I said to you before I went to Godric’s Hollow that night?’ Sirius asked Lupin gruffly.

“I need to sort something out with Prongs. Don’t wait up,” Lupin repeated with solemnity.

Sirius took a step forward towards Lupin now that he had ascertained it was really him, then he took one back remaining cautious.

‘What’re you doing here?’

‘Dumbledore sent a message we’re meeting here tonight?’

‘The Order? Nah, that’s next week.’

Lupin retrieved a piece of parchment from his robes and perused it. Then, brought it over to Sirius.

‘The date says tonight.’

Sirius waved his wand, and another piece of parchment flew from the corner of the house into his palm.

‘See - next week.’

Lupin looked puzzled, then made as if to leave.

‘Where you going?’ Sirius asked.

‘Back. Dumbledore must have made a mistake. See you next week then.’

‘Dumbledore never makes mistakes,’ Sirius said shrewdly, ‘it seems he wants us to be ‘friends’ again.’

‘Nasty beasts and half-breeds. Oh, what my Mistress would say if she saw the company Master keeps in her house,’ Kreacher murmured from below the table.

‘Out with you!’ Sirius shouted and Kreacher scurried into his nest under the boiler.

‘Be nice. You’re all he has,’ Lupin told him sternly.

‘Yes, and what a wonderful feeling that is,’ Sirius replied, parting the long dark hair from his forehead gloomily and taking a chair. ‘Sit,’ he said to Lupin, who still stood tentatively in the doorway.

Excerpt from Chapter 15 of my fic Lena Lupin - https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/172782655

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Spooky season is here, and so are fire-breathing Ukrainian Ironbellies! I've always wondered why dragons are missing from so many HP fics, so I decided to add some fiery action in mine. This is how AI illustrated my chapter (sorry for spoilers if you can guess who's who!)

You can read my fic here - Lena Lupin on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/175584666

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The soft drip drip of a leaky pipe in the hallway was the only sound that punctuated Lupin’s voice.

‘His name was Benjamin Fenwick. He was in the Order with us, in Moody’s picture, if you recall. Benjy worked at the Werewolf Register. It was in the Beast Division back then. He was one of the few registered werewolves at the time. And he – he paid dearly for it.’

Lupin cleared his throat. Hermione listened as if she was back in his classroom taking notes.

‘Shortly before James and Lily were killed, Death Eaters abducted him. Snape had turned spy for us, or at least, that’s what Dumbledore believed. Snape began attending Order meetings. He took no small pleasure in taking me aside and telling me what he had witnessed the Death Eaters do to Benjy, simply because he was a werewolf.’

‘Who were they?’

‘Nott and Macnair.’

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After ten minutes of silence, Sirius asked gently, ‘Remus?’

‘Mm?'

‘Would you prefer if I transform?’

Lupin turned over to face him sleepily, gave an impish smile, and muttered, ‘Come as you are. I won’t bite.’

The lamplight illuminated the agate richness of Lupin’s eyes, the golden-brown remnants of his greying hair. Sirius’s face was veiled in the shadow. He gathered his long serpentine damp hair, tossed it to his right shoulder, and undressed.

‘I’ve missed you, Moony.’

‘And I, you.’

‘Call me by my name, please.’

‘I did.’

‘Not that prissy one my mother picked. The one you gave me.’

Lupin appeared wide awake. He sat up in bed, entwined his long fingers around Sirius’s neck, and pulled his face into his.

‘Come Padfoot,’ he whispered.

Excerpt from Lena Lupin Chapter 15 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/172782655

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Hermione put her hand in Lupin’s and leaned into his shoulder, which was just beyond reach. Blush turning to sheepish smile, Lupin kissed the top of her head. Ginny sighed with relief. Tonks gaped and tugged at Ron to draw his attention. When he saw them, a large piece of cake fell out of Ron’s mouth. He slammed his plate on the table and charged up to Hermione.

Nose an inch within hers he said, ‘Can we talk?’

‘No.’

‘Come with me!’

‘No!’

‘Stop it, you’re being mental!’ Ginny shouted at Ron.

‘So, you’re with him now. Him?’ Ron gave Lupin the ugliest look.

‘So what?’

‘He’s a bleeding werewolf!’

‘So what?’

‘He’s a hundred years old!'

‘By that logic, Tonks is fifty!’ Hermione retaliated.

Ron spluttered with rage, his ears indistinguishable from his hair. But Tonks started laughing and hugged Hermione, one arm also around Lupin. 'I always thought you thought I was too young for you Remy, but turns out I was too old.’

Excerpt from Lena Lupin Chapter 5: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/167966281

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My new Remione fic can be accessed here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338?view_full_work=true

Summary - A darker reimagining of Remus Lupin's legacy as a Marauder. Narrated through the eyes of Hermione Granger, who inherits Lupin's broken memories of the First War. This is a gothic Victorian-inspired story of aftermaths and retribution. He loved her once. Then he forgot her. Now, nineteen years later, she's grown. And the wolf remembers.

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Lupin folded the newspaper and got up. He dragged the ottoman, sat down, and put an arm around her shoulder.

‘Is something the matter?’

Hermione loved the smell of his pajamas. The warm scent of an iron press mixed with her favorite soap lingered, despite him having worn them all night. When he brought her face to his chest and pecked the top of her head, she smelt lavender along its creases and buttons.

‘I had a nightmare,’ said Hermione.

Where Ron would have brushed something like that aside, Lupin said, ‘You can tell me if you like.’

But Hermione wasn’t sure if he’d want to engage with her dream. Nevertheless, she asked, ‘Were you – darling, were you ever – were you ever taken by Death Eaters?’

Lupin bit his lip, then asked, ‘In what context?’

Excerpt from Chapter 6 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/168157546

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"Please, Hermione, please try to understand. This has been a long time coming. I know Harry can do it, destroy Voldemort, whether I’m around or not. If there’s anything the war taught me, it’s that people carry on. Life moves on, even without those who seem indispensable.’

Hermione pushed the smoking goblet towards Lupin as if they were playing chess. ‘Take it or leave it. But please don’t delude yourself – or – or me – that you don’t have the option to live.’

Except from Chapter 2 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/167865220

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"But even without the Wolfsbane Potion, why do you think you’re going to die?’ the word barely made it out of Hermione’s mouth.

‘You know the answer to that, Hermione. A werewolf has a finite number of lunar cycles. The more complete and violent the transformations, the more life gets depleted. I suppose it is nature’s way of eliminating dangerous creatures.’

‘You are NOT a creature!’

Excerpt from Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/167845873?view_adult=true

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65246338/chapters/167845873?view_adult=true

When I started writing this fan fic three years ago, this was the first cover I designed for it. At that time, I was writing a simple erotica, little did I know it would grow into a war time epic of tragic proportions.

My apologies if I broke any hearts or caused offence to Lupin fans with the graphic and gothic scale of my retelling. Lupin is, and always has been, one of my favorite characters. This story took me three years to write, and Lupin has been there for me through intense personal turmoil and depression. I found myself re-reading "The Prisoner of Azkaban" again and again, just for Lupin. But after a point, my plot took on a life of its own and Marlene became a central character. And of course, it was amazing to be able to contribute to #wolfstar in my own little way.

Now, I'm planning to turn this story into an original novel.

My favorite thing about the Marauders is how mysterious Rowling left their tragic circumstances. In writing this story, I have tried to explain three significant plot holes in the books -

1. Why, despite being so close to James and Lily, Lupin was so secretive, miserable, and withdrawn from Harry?

2. Why did James and Lily switch their Secret Keeper at the last minute?

3. Why did Pettigrew betray them?

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"But I know you, Remus. You know, better than anyone, what the price of silence is. The price of standing by as the weak get bullied." - Tonks to Lupin, Chapter 10