"Look at his clothes! Filth!" Lyall Lupin told the committee members.
"Lyall," Rupis Sangster warned. "He's not a werewolf."
"Look, lock him up, just for tonight. It's the full moon. If he transforms, you'll know I'm right."
"And if you're wrong, that's more paperwork than I need. He's just a muggle. Why don't you stick to controlling Welsh Boggarts, it's what you're good at."
"No! Werewolves are soulless, evil creatures that deserve nothing but death!" And with that, Lyall stormed from the room. He stomped all the way to his desk.
"Bad day in the room?" Septimus Weasley called to him.
"Werewolf. Unsolved," Lyall called back.
"Sounds like it's solved, and it sounds like you lost."
"So, how's little Remus?"
"Pretty good I guess. It's his fifth birthday tomorrow. What time is it...five-thirty? Oh, shift's over."
"If only mine was." "I've got to go, Hope's making roast."
"See you later, Septimus." Lyall threw in his coat and left the ministry. He apparated to his house, where Remus and Hope we're waiting.
"Daddy!" Remus yelled.
"Hey there, son!" Lyall cheered.
Dinner was great. The roast was cooked perfectly; it wasn't too dry, or too red. Remus fell asleep while he was eating, but Lyall didn't bother to wake him. Tomorrow was Remus' big day, after all. He carefully changed Remus' clothes and put him in bed. Lyall had just walked back into the sitting room whe he heard screams.
"Remus!" He shouted.
"Daddy!" Remus shouted from his room. Hope and Lyall ran into Remus' room, Wands raised.
"Reducto!" Hope shouted. The werewolf that was sinking its teeth into Remus' arm a moment ago was thrown out the window. Lyall quickly repaired the broken glass and placed an unbreakable charm on the window.
"Remus, are you okay? Is he going to be okay, Lyall?" Lyall knew Remus wasn't. The damage was done.