Prologue-The Boy Who Lived
Remus Lupin was never supposed to survive, a grim thing to think of as the boy’s father but a true sentiment. Lyall Lupin had accepted his boy would die the minute he saw Greyback biting into his delicate skin; no child under the age of 17 had ever survived being bitten. All of them succumb to the power of the wolf with their immature magic cores and bodies.
When he had heard his wife’s cries of a pulse and shallow but just there breaths he had assumed her lying, desperate to cling on to her only son’s survival. When he had felt the pulse for himself a coldness had rushed through him, even today he isn’t sure whether it was relief or terror.
During Remus’ first full moon he and Hope had clung to each other, fear and guilt consuming them as the wolf consumed Remus.
He’s certain that it was terror that rushed through him the next day when he saw his son alive, knowing that he’ll never get to truly live as long as he bore his curse.