Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

The evening air was crisp and cool as Newt and David accompanied John to the small wooden house in the forest. Dinner had been hearty, and though the mood was light, a subtle tension lingered—they all knew what was coming.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" David asked, glancing between John and the rickety structure.

John exhaled deeply but managed a reassuring smile. "Better than ever," he said. "I used to face full moons alone, without the Wolfsbane Potion. Compared to that, this is a luxury."

"Alright," Newt said, patting John's shoulder. "We'll stay close but out of sight. Call if you need us."

John nodded, gave David a quick hug, and stepped into the hut. He pointed to the sky, where the moon was beginning to rise. "You two should stand back."

The moonlight bathed the clearing in silver as it climbed higher, round and bright. From inside the wooden house came a guttural scream that quickly morphed into the unmistakable howling of a wolf. The ground trembled slightly as John, now a werewolf, thrashed against the walls of the enchanted house. The structure groaned under the force but held firm.

David winced at the sound of John's pain. "Grandpa," he said softly, "isn't there any way to stop this? What if we kept him in a completely enclosed space, where he couldn't see the moonlight?"

Newt sighed, his expression somber. "It's not just the moonlight, David. The transformation is triggered by the magical energy inside them—a mutation caused by their condition. The full moon amplifies that energy, but even without the moon, if the energy grows too strong, it will force a transformation. That's far more dangerous. It could even kill them."

David frowned, his mind racing. "So… there's no cure?"

"In theory, if we could find a way to neutralize that magical energy, there might be hope," Newt said thoughtfully. "The Wolfsbane Potion helps—it moderates the energy so they can keep their minds during the transformation. But a permanent cure? That would take a great deal of research."

David's eyes lit up with determination. "Then I'll work on it. Someday. For John, for Uncle Lupin—for all of them."

Newt smiled at his grandson's resolve. "It's a noble goal. And with Professor Snape at Hogwarts, you'll have access to one of the best potion masters to guide you."

The howling and thrashing from the wooden house gradually subsided. The night grew eerily silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the breeze. David shifted uneasily.

"Come on," Newt said, walking toward the house. "Let's check on him."

Inside, John lay curled in the corner, his wolfish body trembling slightly. He was avoiding the moonlight streaming through the window. His sharp fangs and claws gleamed, but his eyes were dull with exhaustion. The Wolfsbane Potion had done its job, keeping him calm and rational, but it had left him weak and lethargic.

"John?" David said softly.

John lifted his head, meeting David's gaze. He nodded faintly, then let his head drop back down.

Newt waved his wand, repairing the torn quilt that lay in tatters on the bed. "Let's leave him to rest," he said, leading David out.

But as they stepped outside, David turned back. He called through the door, his voice bright and determined. "John! Come back early tomorrow morning, okay? I'm waiting for you to make breakfast—your sandwiches are way better than Grandma Tina's!"

From inside the house, John's ears perked up. For a moment, he stared at the door in surprise, a faint smile tugging at his wolfish features. Then, with a sigh, he pulled the quilt over himself and settled down to rest.

The next morning, David was up before anyone else. When Tina came into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he intercepted her with a grin. "No need, Grandma. I promised John we'd wait for him to make sandwiches."

Tina chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Alright, you win. I'll leave it to you boys." She settled on the sofa, watching as David set the table with eager anticipation.

Not long after, hurried footsteps sounded outside. The door burst open, and John stumbled in, looking pale but in good spirits. His clothes were slightly disheveled, but his face lit up at the sight of David waiting at the table.

"You made it!" David cheered, grinning. "I want sandwiches—two of them!"

John laughed, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He glanced at Newt and Tina, who waved him toward the kitchen. "Don't worry about us," Newt said. "We've already eaten."

John nodded and got to work, his movements quick but precise. The kitchen filled with the clatter of utensils and the warm, inviting smell of toasting bread. Soon, he emerged carrying two plates piled with sandwiches and two steaming cups of milk hovering beside him.

David wasted no time, grabbing a sandwich and taking a huge bite. "Mmm," he mumbled through a mouthful, "so much better than Grandma's cooking!"

John chuckled and sat down to eat, far more composed. He chewed each bite slowly, savoring the food like a gentleman. David, on the other hand, devoured his sandwiches with gusto, barely stopping for air.

When David finished his meal, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. Tina walked over, smiling. "Alright, David, since you're so full of energy, you can clean the garden today."

"Sure," David said, though he stayed slouched in his chair a little longer.

John, now more awake, offered to help. "I don't mind some exercise. It'll help loosen me up."

Tina waved him off. "No need. You've done enough. Go and get some proper rest—your bed here is much better than that old wooden one in the forest."

John hesitated, then nodded with a grateful smile. For now, he could finally enjoy some well-earned peace.