Chapter 301 - Hope Lupin Ⅱ (2/2)
Finally, after a good long cry of relief, Hope pulls back and dries her eyes with her sleeve. Lyall does much the same as he helps her back into his chair as knees let out a loud pop. A watery smile appears on Hope's face as she chuckles, ”You're getting old, Lyall.”
Lyall sniffs indignantly as he seats himself in one of the kitchen chairs. ”I'll have you know, woman, I am quite young for a wizard.”
Hope merely arches her brows in teasing gesture as she points at silver hairs at his brow. ”Oh, my mistake, and what is that? Flour?” Hope sarcastically pointed out.
Lyall lips purse up in a pout as Hope winks roguishly at her husband, before coming more serious. ”What must we do, Lyall to have Remus receive the cure?” Hope seriously asked. ”I am sure that the Ministry of Magic will not give out the cure without some conditions.”
”It's already been taken care of my love,” Lyall warmly explained. ”I have registered our son to receive the cure first thing this morning. The cure must be taken in three dosages every month on the night of the full moon, before the moon rises fully into the sky. And thorough our finances will be a tad snug to cover the three-potion treatment, it won't be anything that we can't afford.”
”Wonderful,” Hope said with such hope and optimism in her voice. ”We must tell, Remus, Lyall.”
”Is he still asleep?” Lyall asked much more somber.
”Yes, but I think, he would like to learn of this wonderful news as soon as possible,” Hope sincerely suggested.
”Yes, I know he does,” Lyall guiltily whispered. He knew it was because of him that his son had been cursed by that wretched beast, Greyback. But at least Auror Vinovich had killed Greyback before passing away. And for that, he'd forever be grateful to her.
Holding hands, the couple climbed up the stairs and entered the bedroom of their sleeping son. They each sat on the side of their son's bed as Lyall firmly, but gently shook their son awake. ”Remus, son, please wake up. Your mother and I have something which to discuss with you.”
Exhausted from rampaging all night long, Remus struggles to peel back his scratchy eyes. His voice is scratchy as he says, ”Mum? Dad? What's going on?”
”Remus, we found a cure,” Lyall loudly said as a glint of sheen could be seen in his eyes.
”A cure?” Lupin paused trying to think. His eyes slowly widen with joy and begin to fill with tears. ”Please, dad. Please don't joke with me!”
”I'm not, son,” Lyall hoarsely replied with eyes full of tears again. ”It's all true. You can finally be free of this curse.”
Remus throws himself into his parent's arms as they all noisily begin to weep as a family. The werewolfism that Remus had put an unspoken tension on their family for so many years. For his father, it was guilt. For his mother, her health. And for himself, the hope of any type of a future. And now, for the first time since he was a little boy. Remus knew that his childhood dream had finally come true. He was going to be cured. He was finally going to be free.