Eden || Remus & Lily || June 25, 1980
Dated: June 25th, 1980 Time: 11:45pm Location: The Potter Residence; Godric’s Hollow @thelionheartedxlily
Remus apparated with a crack, the silence that followed as he stood in Godric’s Hollow nearly deafening. Glancing to the both sides of the street to check that he hadn’t been followed, the werewolf ducked his head as he crossed the pavement. Everything had happened so quickly. He wasn’t sure if it made sense to him, even now. Just hours ago, they had been talking about centaurs and trolls and open communication with magical creatures. The conversation now seemed so distant, so unimportant, when compared to the harsh reality of the night.
He wracked his brain, even now, to think of all of the signs that he must have missed. He should have noticed that something was off about Marlene. He should have done something. It hadn’t been a large meeting, and if they couldn’t even trust the small number in attendance— Remus cut off the thought, his frustration wearing his patience thin.
All around him, the village slept peacefully, and he marveled at the quiet sight for a brief moment. The summer breeze played with the fabric of his shirt, the material sticky with blood that had dried to the burn that covered the length of his right arm, the skin bubbling and broken. He had thought about apparating to his small flat instead. The thought was tempting: to slip into a cold shower and wash off the night’s blood. Maybe he could try and smoke enough to forget himself for a few hours. However, Sirius was out with James on a mission for the next couple of days. The flat would be empty, and even if he didn’t admit it out loud, the thought had caused an uncomfortable tightness to grow in the bottom of the werewolf’s chest.
It wasn’t often, however, that Lily took a night for herself. He could practically see the frustration and concern that would flood her eyes at the thought of not being there tonight. No, he knew the witch too well to let her hear about the event over the next meeting, or over coffee the following day. Owls were becoming increasingly difficult to trust, talk of the mail and floo network now being intercepted and monitored. They couldn’t take the risk.
The werewolf didn’t know what time it was, likely much later than he would have preferred to be knocking on the Potter’s door. And yet his scarred hand lifted and landed resolutely on the wood. He realized belatedly that he was still gripping tightly at his wand by his side, but wasn’t able to bring himself to pocket it just yet. Not until he could see her face and hear her speak— not until he could know that Lily was okay.
