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Remus stared out of the window, feeling nervous, his brain going 300 miles per second. What excuse did he have to come up with this time? The goldfish at home... drowned?! He mentally slapped himself. Don't be stupid!
He sighed. Why did his life have to be so complicated? It seemed like everyone was leading a peaceful life, without any worries or whatsoever. Poking that werewolf with a stick... Remus shook his head. How fucking stupid can a child be... He sure had reached the limit.
'Remus?' A voice came from behind him. Remus quickly turned around and saw Sirius Black standing before him. 'Are you OK?' He asked, worried. 'Yes!' Remus answered, quickly. Half a second later he realised he replied TOO quickly.
'What's wrong? I know there's something wrong. Why won't you tell me?' Sirius asked, with a painful expression on his face. Remus thought at top speed again. Sirius suspects something. Does he know? Do I have to deny it, like I do every time? I have to. They are my only friends, I can't lose them too.
Remus shook his head. 'No. I'm fine,' he lied. 'Really.' He smiled weakly, trying to convince Sirius.
Shit, shit shit... why does he keep looking at me that way?! Like... like he's trying to read my mind or something. After a long silence, Sirius turned around and walked towards the door.
His hand rested on the handle. 'Listen...' He faced Remus again. 'If you plan on telling me, you can do it anytime. I'm here for you.' With that, the boy walked away, to the common room.
Remus sighed. He hated himself. Not just because he's a werewolf, but for the fact that he lied to his friends, every time again. In the two years he spend at Hogwarts, he made friends. Three best friends. They told each other everything, their deepest secrets. They played pranks on people, especially Slytherins. Remus never knew before he got to know them, that it is actually possible to laugh so hard you fall over and forgetting all about your worries for some time.
But yet he was scared. Scared of himself. The wounds became deeper, larger and more. He couldn't control it anymore. Sure, he was never able to control it completely, but he was always able to not hurt himself too much. The last few months... He just completely lost it, the wolf took control.
And even when it's not full moon, his violent side comes out to play. Like last Tuesday, in the Gryffindor common room. Remus had dropped a potions bottle, which shattered on the floor. He had picked up one of the sharp glass pieces and began cutting himself.
James just walked in and overpowered him, making him drop the bloodstained glass. He demanded to know what the Hell he was doing. Remus suddenly was back in reality. He didn't realise he cut himself, it wasn't him. James wasn't convinced. Yet he had taken him to the Hospital Wing.
When he had left, Dumbledore came in, asking what happened. Remus told him, obviously. He told Dumbledore that it was like watching a Muggle film, you see the things happening and you cannot stop it from happening. Madam Pomfrey had given him medicines, so he would recover fast.
James clearly told Sirius and Peter what happened, and they were constantly checking up on Remus, in case he would do something like that again...
Remus suddenly realised he must've been sitting at the window for hours, it was probably almost dinner time. He sighed again, took a last glance outside, where the full moon was rising, and made his way to the Great Hall.
~God, that was dramatic. For my doing, that is. Anyways, let me know what you think!~
Remus stared out of the window, feeling nervous, his brain going 300 miles per second. What excuse did he have to come up with this time? The goldfish at home... drowned?! He mentally slapped himself. Don't be stupid!
He sighed. Why did his life have to be so complicated? It seemed like everyone was leading a peaceful life, without any worries or whatsoever. Poking that werewolf with a stick... Remus shook his head. How fucking stupid can a child be... He sure had reached the limit.
'Remus?' A voice came from behind him. Remus quickly turned around and saw Sirius Black standing before him. 'Are you OK?' He asked, worried. 'Yes!' Remus answered, quickly. Half a second later he realised he replied TOO quickly.
'What's wrong? I know there's something wrong. Why won't you tell me?' Sirius asked, with a painful expression on his face. Remus thought at top speed again. Sirius suspects something. Does he know? Do I have to deny it, like I do every time? I have to. They are my only friends, I can't lose them too.
Remus shook his head. 'No. I'm fine,' he lied. 'Really.' He smiled weakly, trying to convince Sirius.
Shit, shit shit... why does he keep looking at me that way?! Like... like he's trying to read my mind or something. After a long silence, Sirius turned around and walked towards the door.
His hand rested on the handle. 'Listen...' He faced Remus again. 'If you plan on telling me, you can do it anytime. I'm here for you.' With that, the boy walked away, to the common room.
Remus sighed. He hated himself. Not just because he's a werewolf, but for the fact that he lied to his friends, every time again. In the two years he spend at Hogwarts, he made friends. Three best friends. They told each other everything, their deepest secrets. They played pranks on people, especially Slytherins. Remus never knew before he got to know them, that it is actually possible to laugh so hard you fall over and forgetting all about your worries for some time.
But yet he was scared. Scared of himself. The wounds became deeper, larger and more. He couldn't control it anymore. Sure, he was never able to control it completely, but he was always able to not hurt himself too much. The last few months... He just completely lost it, the wolf took control.
And even when it's not full moon, his violent side comes out to play. Like last Tuesday, in the Gryffindor common room. Remus had dropped a potions bottle, which shattered on the floor. He had picked up one of the sharp glass pieces and began cutting himself.
James just walked in and overpowered him, making him drop the bloodstained glass. He demanded to know what the Hell he was doing. Remus suddenly was back in reality. He didn't realise he cut himself, it wasn't him. James wasn't convinced. Yet he had taken him to the Hospital Wing.
When he had left, Dumbledore came in, asking what happened. Remus told him, obviously. He told Dumbledore that it was like watching a Muggle film, you see the things happening and you cannot stop it from happening. Madam Pomfrey had given him medicines, so he would recover fast.
James clearly told Sirius and Peter what happened, and they were constantly checking up on Remus, in case he would do something like that again...
Remus suddenly realised he must've been sitting at the window for hours, it was probably almost dinner time. He sighed again, took a last glance outside, where the full moon was rising, and made his way to the Great Hall.
~God, that was dramatic. For my doing, that is. Anyways, let me know what you think!~