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Remus Lupin and Revelry in the Dark (Prologue)
🕑 Added 2024-05-19 20:24:55 +0000 UTC“Remus Lupin has been spotted in London.” Lily heard her husband say grimly.
The Potter family was gathered in the dining room, eating breakfast. The summer morning sunlight streamed generously through the windows, promising a warm and sunny day. Nothing had forewarned Lily about this terrible news, and the announcement came as a lightning strike from a clear sky.
Trying to keep her voice even and not letting her husband and daughter notice that anything was amiss, Lily asked:
“A-are you sure, James?” Lily cursed her stammering. That damn mutt was somehow messing with her without even being here. “Surely he would know that everyone, from aurors to family members of his...ah, victims would be hunting him?”
James Potter, a wizard in prime of his years, only nodded with a sigh.
“We are pretty confident it’s the werewolf. Description provided by the witness matches Lupin and considering what the witness caught that animal doing….” James trailed, looking uncomfortable to discuss Remus Lupin’s modus operandi in front of their daughter.
Lily would have laughed in any other circumstances. Holly was eighteen and definitely knew everything a young witch could know about sex. But in James’ eyes, Holly would likely still be a little girl who used to chase after him begging to be flown on a broom until the day she married. Perhaps not even then.
Lily knew better than most that in this case, her husband’s worries were far from unfounded. In fact, considering Lily’s own personal history with the man, Holly was likely in far more danger than an average attractive young witch.
‘Danger’ What a vague word to describe the effect Remus Lupin, that...that...beast of a man had on women of breeding age. And yet Lily did not dare to let herself think further of the things that bastard did to and with her. The debaucheries he had seduced Lily into, before she wizened up and agreed to one of James’ invitations.
Lily cursed her body, healthy, fertile and beautiful...and far too suitable to the kind of rough dominant rutting that only Remus Lupin, that accursed werewolf could provide.
“Maybe it’s some other werewolf?” Lily asked, hoping against reason. “The witness could have easily mistaken some lone wolf for the most famous lycanthrope in recent British History.”
James just shook his head.
“I wish.” He sighed. “You know, when I first heard about it, for a moment I was so damn happy.” James’ brown eyes, flashed with barely contained fury. “The idea that that damned traitor got away scot-free with his crimes makes me want to hurl. But….”
James trailed off, but Lily caught the look he gave Holly. And so did the young witch in question.
“What?” She asked through the mouthful of cereal. “It’s just some loser servant of Voldemort, ain’t he? Can’t be that tough.”
Lily bit back a sigh of frustration. She loved her daughter, she truly did, but sometimes she wanted to strangle the little bitch. The miracle of that damn night all those years ago, when the Dark Lady tried to destroy Lily’s family, might have protected Holly and brought her incredible fame as the only person to ever survive the killing curse.
It most certainly did not make her invincible. This fact, Lily hoped Holly would get through that ginger head of hers, before it got her in trouble.
“Well,” Lily thought, a reluctant smile tugging on the corner of her mouth.”more trouble than it already had.”
But this was more than some loser DADA teacher trying to knick the philosopher stone from under Dumbledore’s nose. This was Remus Lupin, a man uniquely dangerous to a young healthy woman like Holly.
For the first time in her life, Lily wished Holly was born lesbian. Then again, her gut told Lily it would not have helped matters.
Meanwhile, James did not give up on trying to make their daughter understand severity of the situation.
“This is serious, Holly.” James said. “I know Remus Lupin like I do few other followers of the Dark Lady. He is cunning, he is ruthless and he has a track record of going after young vulnerable women and...defiling them.”
“Vulnerable!” Holly started, indignant, but stopped when James slammed his fist against the wood of the table.
“Listen to me!” He thundered. “Lupin is dangerous and worse, he has a personal reason for going after this family. I don’t want you anywhere near that man. If you ever have even the slightest suspicioun that he might be close – run.”
James held his daughter’s gaze for a long moment, before sagging in his seat.
“Damn it, I am sorry for shouting at you, Holly.” James rubbed his face. “I am just worried.”
“I understand, daddy.” Holly said, while Lily squeezed James’ hand in support. “I promise I won’t be reckless.”
James snorted, though without much mirth.
“That would be the day.” He said and got up. “Well, I have to run. Ministry is organizing the wolf hunt and I plan to be the one to catch the two-faced mutt.” James quickly ran through the motions and he was halfway through the floo when he said. “Love you, girls.”
“Love you, dad/James.”
And just like that the female two thirds of the Potter family were left to finish their breakfasts in silence.
This continued for a while, before Holly, fidgeting in her seat and with red colouring her cheeks asked:
“Mom, what did Dad mean by defiling?”
Memories, vivid and lifelike, as if moments rather than almost two decades separated them from present time, flashed before Lily’s mind’s eye and making sure the mature witch did not notice the…peculiarities of her daughter’s behaviour.
In spite of her better sense, Lily felt her body respond to the images, memories of the events long past awakening the bitch in heat Lily had tried so desperately to keep suppressed.
“That bastard.” Lily cursed in the privacy of her thoughts, anger and reluctant admiration warring in her heart. “Even after so much time, the mark he left on my mind, body and soul still haunts me.”
There was no denying the fact that Remus Lupin was a grade A stud, born to make women submit and beg for breeding. In fact, a part of Lily was happy Remus had betrayed them and joined the Dark Lady. Deep inside, Lily knew that if it were not for the immorality of Remus’ allegiance, Lily would be happily cheating on James, getting fucked by Remus’ magnificent slut maker of a cock.
“Mom? Are you there?” Holly interrupted Lily’s daydreaming. “Defiling?” She repeated her question once she saw Lily focus her attention on her.
“Ah right.” Lily swallowed the spit that accumulated in her mouth while she was thinking of Remus’ manly qualities.
Now how to explain….
“You know about sex.” She said lamely.
Holly rolled her eyes, but nodded, urging Lily to continue.
“Well, Remus Lupin would have sex with the many women he would come across.” Lily said, thinking back to her own first encounter with the werewolf stud.
She had been so damn cocky, not even thinking that Remus Lupin, even in his transformed state and mindless from the full moon could be a threat to her. Lily swallowed. Remus had certainly showed her the error of her assumptions. Subconsciously, Lily rubbed her thighs together, her wet pussy desperate for any sort of stimulation.
However, even though Lily remained ignorant of her body’s movement, Holly certainly did not.
“Did he...force them?” Holly asked.
Lily’s eyes snapped to her daughter.
“What? No!” She exclaimed, perhaps a touch too insistently. Then she thought for a moment, a perverse smile tugging on her lips. “Though those sluts must have felt like they had no choice but to surrender to their desires.” She whispered, though not quietly enough to stop her daughter from hearing.
Holly leaned forward in her seat.
“Tell me more!” She asked.
Lily should have been more suspicious of the eagerness and inappropriate curiosity in her daughter’s voice, but she was too caught up with recollections of everything she witnessed Remus Lupin do.
“You must understand, afterwards all of Remus’ ‘victims’ claimed to have been forced into participating. But everyone knew the truth. Those sluts might have acted all sweet and innocent, but when confronted with Remus Lupin’s cock, those bitches were only all too eager to give away their virtue.” Lily spat, surprising Holly by the vehemence in her voice.
She was breathing deeply, her chest rising and falling, her breasts straining against the fabric of her t-shirt. The friction between the fabric of the t-shirt and Lily’s stiff as diamond nipples was truly delicious.
Lily continued.
“Of course, that bastard was only happy drag the women into further depths of depravity. He was a rough lover, slapping and pinching, grabbing and molesting the women, leaving welts and bruises and countless other lovemarks, as if to imprint himself on their bodies. As if his massive cock and insidious musk were not enough to turn even the most innocent of maids into cum hungry whore who would do anything to please him.”
Lily emerald green eyes were burning bright with passion.
“Sometimes he would even force his lovers to wear dog collars, like they were some sort of bitches rather than proud witches!” Lily might have meant to say it indignantly, but she sounded as if she admired him. “He would command them to bring him whips, but not in their hands, but in their mouths, forcing them to crawl towards him. Oh they might have acted tough, but the swaying of their butts told the truth - they were gagging to be whipped. To be corrected like the unruly bitches that they were in truth, beneath the many layers imposed by the wizarding society.”
Lily’s words were coming out faster and faster even as her breath grew more ragged.
“That’s the kind of man Remus Lupin is. The Dark Lady had him destroy reputations of many good witches, even making some of them switch sides!” Lily looked at her daughter. Holly was fidgeting nervously in her seat, but she still looked like she was hanging off of every word.
Good.
Perhaps Lily succeeded in conveying the sheer danger of Remus Lupin.
Lily swallowed.
“I think I need to lie down.” She said. “I have a headache.”
“Y-yeah. I need to do something in my room too.” Holly muttered and darted upstairs to her bedroom. A moment later Lily heard the telltale sound of a locking door.
Lily got up, stubbornly not thinking of the wet spot left on her chair and with a few spells cleaned up the dining room.
As she walked towards the master bedroom, dark thoughts plagued Lily. Last year the Dark Lady revealed herself to still be alive and though defeated, she managed to escape. And now Remus Lupin was active in Britain again?
Was it all just a coincedence, or was a dark storm brewing and about to hit Britain?
Lily did not know for sure.
There was only thing she was certain of – she was not going to fall into Remus Lupin’s clutches. Yes, of course. And neither would her daughter. Obviously.
