It is said that in an alternate universe, Draco Malfoy wasn’t a death eater at all. But rather, when his life spun out of control, he had none other than a bite from Fenfir Greyback to blame.
It is also wondered about what would happen such a universe, if an unlikely friend is introduced.
A knock is heard at the door.
An almost familiar face walks through the door, a cup full of a dark liquid in one hand. Judging by the scratches on his face and the markings on his exposed skin - this man was part of the pack.
Draco: Uh… Are you one of Fenfir’s? Am I uh… needed?
The stranger chuckles fondly, shaking his head and setting down the cup.
Mysterious Stranger: Uh, yeah. Something like that. And no. I just thought I’d bring you something to ease the pain. The first transformations are the hardest.
Draco: They aren’t that bad. I’m tough. I can handle it.
The stranger raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not believing a word of it. On closer inspection, the scars ripping harsh lines into his face look aged. They looked more faded and white than the ugly red ones on Draco’s face.
Draco cautiously picks up the cup, taking a suspicious sip.
Draco: Is this… hot chocolate?
The stranger grins, moving to leave him without an answer.
Draco: Your… name -You never told me your name?
He stops in the doorway, turning to face the tiny werewolf.
Mysterious Stranger: Lupin, Remus Lupin.
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