wolf, which came ever closer to his face with its mouth and the many pointed teeth.


.o.O.o.


"Don't worry, darling," John tried to reassure his Rebecca again and again."He's probably sitting quietly on a tree stump and looking at the beautiful starry sky completely lost in thought."
His wife sobbed against his shoulder.
"Do you think so?"
She wiped the tears away with her sleeve.
"Definitely," he tried to reassure his wife, but also himself. "You will see, we will be there soon. And the forest is really not that big ..."
Rebecca nodded and sniffed a few times.
"We still have our wands ready, John," his old friend Rupert whispered in his ear. "Better safe than sorry."
Together they stepped into the forest that bordered directly on a road. The fact that he didn't trust his son to get lost didn't calm him down. You read enough in newspapers about some crazy child molester, mass murderer or poor lunatic. Maybe it was that creepy guy named Voldemort who got on the news all the time.
It was peacefully quiet in the forest, here and there you could hear a cricket chirping softly.The moon gave them enough light to tell where they were going.
"Vivienne, do you think something happened to him?" Rebecca sniffed in the direction of her best friend, who had wanted to accompany her to calm her down.
"No, nothing bad happened, honey, calm down," she replied comfortingly, but sounded a little insecure. "Maybe he just sprained his ankle."
They reached their son's favorite spot, a large, fallen tree trunk that had been rotting here for years. A large, sturdy branch lay a few yards away. John took it in hand.
'He played with that,' he thought. He was quite sure that he kept bringing sticks and such long branches home, much to the distress of his wife. 'He always likes to play Qudditch with his friends ...'
An excited shout made him wince in alarm.
"John, someone is lying here, come over here, I - Oh, by Merlin! John, quick, hurry up!For God's sake come here !! "Rupert's voice had become high-pitched towards the end and was literally cracking.
John dropped the branch, pulled his wife, who was leaning weakly against his shoulder, with him and hurried as fast as he could in the direction of Rupert's voice.
"Rebecca, John, I ..." Rupert whispered hoarsely when the two next to him came to a halt.
But he didn't have to say anything more, Rebecca and John Lupine could see it with their own eyes.

Remus was leaning against a tree trunk in an uncomfortable position. His eyes were tightly closed, his face peaceful. It almost looked like he was sleeping.
His wife screamed and began to sob hysterically. John himself found himself in a strange state of indifference when he saw his son's torn, bleeding leg, his torn shirt that couldn't hide the deep scratches on his tiny chest. There was also an unsightly wound on his face, apparently from three claws."He has to go to St. Mungo's right now," said Rupert calmly.
John just nodded as he watched as if in a trance as his wife collapsed next to him.
"Can you do it, John?"
He nodded again, leaned over his little boy and held him tightly. Strangely enough, he actually managed to concentrate enough to Apparate safely with his boy. He saw how Rupert helped his wife, sobbing uncontrollably, to her feet, as well as Vivienne, who was pale as a sheet, before he vanished into thin air with the lifeless Remus.


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