the_debt_of_time

"It's wolves. There've been... maulings." Remus frowned at the word, and Mia
squeezed his hand tightly. He swallowed hard, and his face paled. He stared ahead at his
and Mia's connected hands and winced a little as he unconsciously scratched at his shoulder
where she knew the deepest of all his scars rested.
Her eyes widened as she realised that Remus was not worried. He was afraid.
She gasped as a horrifying thought entered her mind: Fenrir Greyback is coming.