Dreaming with a broken heart — Chapter 1: Chapter 1

He knew when he first saw her that she was special. Because, not everything beautiful is necessarily the creation of magic. Written simply because the idea of Remus and Molly together made me squeal :) AU.

October 23rd 1964 A middle aged man walks into the waiting room of the paediatrician Dr. Drew. Clutching his hand nervously, a small brown haired girl follows. The first thing that strikes him when he looks at her is that she is positively tiny. At three years old, she is barely tall enough to catch her father's hand. Yet, she is as nervous as he is calm. The waiting room feels like home now since he has visited it too many times since that fateful day when he had been bitten by Greyback. The doctor is a wizard but works as a private practitioner rather than at St. Mungo's and it's a blessing in disguise for him. Travelling to London every month, well that would be cumbersome. John Lupin sits next to his son, immersed in the newspaper, not noticing the new arrivals at all. Remus watches as the girl gives a squeal of delight looking at the huge toy basket and almost runs to it, gently picking up a red plastic Russian doll to play with. He loses interest and he fumbles with the hem of his shirt, waiting for his turn. Soon, John takes his hand and is leading him to the doctor's cabin when there is a loud crack. The little girl's lower lip is trembling and her eyes are beginning to fill with tears. He doesn't know how it happens but the next moment, the broken doll is as good as new and she's staring at him and he knows that she knows he has fixed it. Those eyes, those big brown eyes shine with unshed tears and her mouth curves into a toothy smile. That is the last he sees of Molly Hooper till she turns up at his doorstep, two years later, on Halloween, dressed as a ballerina. His mother smiles kindly at her and tells her she looks very pretty and fills her basket with with candy when Remus comes forward, dressed as a wizard, complete with starry purple robes, pointed hat and even a toy wand. He extends his hand towards her. A flash of recognition crosses her eyes and her face lights up with the broad smile she gives him as she shakes his hand. It is at that moment he knows that the days of boredom are finally behind him because he has finally found a friend. There is no looking back after that and they become the best of friends. Almost all of their free time is spent near the lake which is a stone's throw from both their houses. They never go to the playground because both of them are something akin to outcasts in the eyes of their peers. They are together even at muggle school and are just thankful to have each other, because no one else is remotely interested in befriending the boy with the shabby clothes and the girl who talks of nothing except science, that too only when spoken to. What an odd pair we make, he thinks as they lie down next to each other on the cool grass on the banks of the lake. A werewolf, soon to be a wizard and a shy girl who believes that books are the only friends she has. Except for me, he thinks, chest puffing out proudly. I'm her best friend, just as she is mine. As long as we have each other, who even needs anyone else? His fingers unconsciously edge towards hers and he smiles when she intertwines her own fingers with his.

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