Author's Note: And here I am again posting yet another fanfic...I can't seem to stop but I've been working on this one for a while so...it's finally up...but not quite finished yet! Anyhow, I'm not going to go into too much of it. It's just a Sirius/OC and proof that I am unable to write a one-shot...that was what it was supposed to be. Other than that just enjoy and review...and if anyone is interested in betaing this fic just tell me...and now for a small summary:

Summary:

"I know what you are," he said, now.

I stiffened, my eyes closed again, knowing that whatever was to come would probably change me forever.

"You're a loner," Sirius said, "A crazy, insane, demented, loner."

Gemma was a loner, there was no denying it, that is until James and Sirius concern themselves about her and Sirius figures out her so well kept secret, after a day of dodging questions, socializing with family and discovering a lot about herself the only thing one can do is become friends with the guy that you ultimately find yourself liking despite everything he has done to you. Set in the years before the first battle, in the years during the second battle and all the others in between meet the true love of Sirius Black, the girl that he would never be allowed to have if only to cherish the few moments in between. SB/OC/OC, LE/JP/SS

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, seeing as I am not J.K. Rowling. Basically nothing but Gemma is mine and even Gemma's name isn't mine...so...the only thing mine may be the plot but you never know...

OCTOBER, 1977

The Dark Side of the Moon

Pain rippled through me. I took my cloak off and threw it to the ground. My body was beginning to twitch as my bones changed shape. I fell to the ground and felt another ripple of pain go through me. I let out a gasp, a scream too strenuous for me to utter under the intense amount of pain that could have rivaled the cruciatus curse. It continued, however, the feeling of my bones and muscles changing shape was terrible, yet something that I was already used to, something that deep down, my masochistic self enjoyed and welcomed. I loved what I was; I loved the feeling of being something more than any one else. I was proud of what I was.

I was on the mossy, leafy ground, curled into a ball soon after the change. My body was sore but still I felt amazing; I could smell the forest, specific plants, flowers, herbs, and few recognizable potions ingredients standing out far clearer than the others; my peripheral vision allowed me to gaze upon everything as if it had been covered by something before now and my eyes were finally falling upon everything anew, I could even see a raindrop at the tip of a leaf ready to fall if I tried hard enough. I tried to stand, failing each time. When I finally managed it, I threw my head back and howled. I smiled a wolf smile before running around in circles and throwing myself to the ground and lying on my back, rolling about playfully. This is what I loved, the freedom that came with this form.

I stopped playing when another howl came from somewhere across the grounds. I sniffed the air, barely making out the smell of the other werewolf. As I took my time to smell the air however, I picked up the smell of three humans, one smelt like dirt and some sort of alcoholic beverage I couldn't place. The other two had the smell of alcohol but while one had the left over scent of something sweet like the perfume of a woman the other smelt like parchment and ink. I walked in their direction, slowly—quietly. They were familiar, not only their smell but the way they looked. I didn't care. I let out a growl.

One of them turned and gasped.

I growled again.

Something was thrown against me, suddenly, a heavy weight landing on top of me as I fell to the ground. Noticing that the heavy thing was a large black dog, I pushed him off and growled once more. He growled back and we both jumped at each other. I felt something cut into my back leg. I whimpered, feeling my blood running out of the wound and start to mat into my fur. I moved away from the shaggy dog and slowly lay down, hoping they wouldn't hurt me now that I couldn't really defend myself. They seemed to consider me before walking away and leaving me there as if I was nothing to them, the dog walking with them, limping slightly; at least I wasn't the only one hurt.

I began cleaning my wound with my tongue before I tried to stand, on my first attempt I stumbled and fell. When I tried again I managed to stand with a limp. I walked farther into the forest, smelling the air. I found a good spot near a tree and lay down. My eyes closed and the next thing I knew, I was waking up and light was drifting all around me. I was no longer in my werewolf form.

The first thing I felt was the pain on my leg, the long, deep cut wasn't bleeding but dry blood surrounded it. I didn't bother with cleaning it and instead I stood up, still limping.

I didn't mind being naked, being used to it since childhood. I did, however, know that I need my cloak to head back into the school; I couldn't just walk through the hallways without anything to cover me. I wasn't that okay with being naked.

It took me a while to find my cloak, what with my limping. The cut was deep and I had no idea what I cut it up with, there were many dangerous things in the forest floors that could have done it, as I thought about this I found the cloak and threw it on.

No one was awake at this time of day; I hoped that no one was around, anyhow. I walked to the school and entered it, not bothering to go into the Hospital Wing. No one knew I was a werewolf save for the headmaster, but we had an agreement; most of the time I didn't follow it. My nights were supposed to be spent in the confines of the room of requirement; the come and go room, but they rarely ever were. I mostly went out to the forbidden forest where I had almost attacked someone. Had I done it I would have been in a lot of trouble, the risk that I took for simple pleasures needed to stop, I couldn't put the other students or teachers in danger, if the dog hadn't shown up what terrible things could I have done? Most of the time, even though books said otherwise, I stayed within my mind when I was in my other form, a surprising fact, as it were, since everyone always said we never kept our minds during transformations. Maybe some of us could control it. I had never met another werewolf so I didn't know if that was true, but it was a theory I wanted to test.

The Gryffindor common room was nearly always empty when I entered it the morning after one of my excursions, as I liked to call them. However on this morning three boys sat by the fire. One was nursing a deep, nasty looking wound on his arm which looked rather painful which I doubted it was much worst than my leg while he also, with the other two hunched over some sort of book. I tried to limp as quietly as I could past them but I tended to often be clumsy, hence, I tripped over nearly everything that was in remote closeness to her feet. It wasn't much of a surprise for me that I got more injuries from my clumsiness than I did from being a werewolf and so when I ended up tripping over a misplaced bag, my leg hitting the floor hard, I wasn't as surprised as I should have been. I winced and cried out in pain. The three boys turned to look at me.

"Are you alright?" One of the boys ran to my side. He had hazel eyes hidden behind glasses and messy hair. I recognized him as James Potter.

"Yes, I'm okay." I said and stood up, my leg hurt terribly, much worst than before and I knew it had started bleeding again. I still only had my cloak on so I held it closed as I supported myself with the wall and trying to walk to the stairs.

James Potter watched me for a moment and then, "Stop."

"What?" I asked, stopping even though I should have just ignored him and walked up the stairs. This was probably my first mistake concerning the marauders.

"You're not okay, come on, we can take you to the hospital wing." This time it was his friend who spoke. I knew him as Peter Pettigrew even though I had never spoken one word to him.

I looked at Sirius Black, the last of their group at the moment seeing as Remus Lupin, the last of the marauders, was not present. I wondered where he was for a moment before I answered Sirius' questioning glance. It seemed that he agreed with Peter.

"I can take care of myself," I told him. "I've been doing it for years." This I muttered, not thinking that he would hear it.

He frowned at me. "What could you mean by that?" he asked, standing up, holding his arm tenderly as he walked closer to where I stood.

"Why don't you go to the hospital wing?" I asked, looking at his arm.

"None of your business," he said, looking down at me.

I felt short and small compared to him.

He was about a foot taller than me and had a way of looking down at people that made them feel much less than they usually were. His piercing blue eyes made it much worse, however, what with the way they seemed to look right through you. He was still in front of me but I wanted to move back and to have him not notice me like usual. Why he was even bothering with me was something to wonder at, he never had before. I had never shared more than five words with Sirius Black in all my seven years at Hogwarts and now suddenly here he was looking at me worriedly. James was a different story. He was always trying to get me to convince Lily Evans to go out with him. We weren't exactly friends, either. James and I, I mean. Not that Lily was my friend. Far from it, we were mere acquaintances. I had no friends.

I pushed him away and he fell back and stared at me, probably at the strength with which I managed to push him. I gripped the wall, taking in deep breaths. I was tired and weak and I wanted nothing more than to get to my dorm and clean my leg up, heal it with the few potions stolen from the hospital wing and have an hour or so nap before I had classes to attend. Pushing Sirius had taken a lot of my energy already and I was much too weary to want to stand against the wall arguing over things such as if I would go to the hospital wing or not. The thing about werewolves was that we were strong physically and could hurt someone easily but we weren't all powerful especially after such a stressful night and so rest was a very wanted thing. I barely ever got it but managed all the same.

I walked to the stairs and looked back at them. Sirius had a strange expression on his face as he watched me go while his two friends looked at him. I turned back and made my way to my dorm, hoping none of my room mates were up yet. They weren't, thankfully.

I didn't have enough balm to put on my cut so it didn't fully heal, I also didn't know any spells and the few potions I had were of no use to me they were for pain, not healing. I would need to have to have another night of scrounging through Madame Pomfrey's potions. I hated to steal but I was terrible at potions. I could probably end up poisoning myself if I attempted to drink one of the potions I made. It was a wonder I was passing potions but then with a partner like Severus Snape who wouldn't? He refused to let me even near the ingredients half the time.

I did the best I could to fix up my cut, getting the dirt out of it, and then I took a potion for my sore body before falling into the bed, not caring that I was a mess with leaves in my hair and dirt all over my naked body, having been too tired to get into any sort of clothes before sleeping. I slept peacefully for what felt like a minute and then I was being shaken awake by Lily Evans. Behind her stood Lily's best friend, Shelby Abbot. Both looked at me with concern.

"Are you alright?" Shelby asked. "You look, no offence, but you look like crap."

I gave a small chuckle and cough. "I'll be alright," I said.

"No," Lily said, she touched my forehead, her hand feeling cold against my skin. "You have a fever. I'll tell Professor McGonagall. She'll excuse you from class. I'll bring you the notes for everything later."

I laughed. "Great, I'm sick and all you can think about is getting me notes from the day I miss."

They shrugged and walked back to their stuff. I was glad, in a way, to be sick. I rarely ever got sick the day after the full moon, I seemed to recover quickly so that I always had to suffer the boring tones of my professors going on about something or other, not that I ever listened in class even on normal days. I didn't do badly at school, either. I did pretty well, I just didn't enjoy sitting in class especially after the full moon. I watched them go and turned over on my side. I didn't fall asleep for another fifteen minutes but just lying there, rather than getting ready for class, it made it all better.

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I slept for two hours before I was awakened by something jumping on my bed, a cat. I didn't like cats; they were terrible creatures, in my opinion. I pushed it away and it fell off the bed before running off, probably to bother someone else. I sat up, feeling much better and yet, still completely nude underneath my sheets. After deciding to take a shower, the thought of getting something to eat crossed my mind and then my stomach grumbled. I hadn't eaten anything since lunch the day before for worrying about the change.

I took a long shower, enjoying how the hot water felt against my tense muscles and just loving the trickling of water running down the length of my body. A shower was one of the few things that I could not live without. I stood underneath the water long after I was finished before dressing quickly.

I walked back into my room wearing shorts and a black shirt. I took a seat on my bed and folded my leg in front of me, perfect for me to look at the cut. I touched it, softly. Blood no longer came out of it, the salve had done part of its job, it hadn't closed the cut but it had at least stopped the flow of the blood. I was going to need more salve. The salve worked for a long time, however, it had to be an exact amount otherwise the power of it ran out. If I had, had enough salve the cut would have been healed. For the moment the blood had stopped but it wouldn't last longer than twelve hours. I would need the salve tonight.

It was at this moment, as I was looking at my cut that they entered the room, looking a little red faced and laughing. I threw a green throw over my legs, hoping they wouldn't notice the cut and then I shot each of them a glare. James and Sirius had apparently left Peter behind and Remus was probably off in the library studying. He was odd that way.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked, none too happy to have them there and quite surprised to see that they had a way of getting up the girls' staircase.

"We wanted to know if you were alright." James said, being the brave one and walking to my side.

"Why would you want to?" I asked, not only surprised that they had come to see me but also annoyed at the fact.

When neither responded I spoke again, "Alright," I said. "You've seen me, now, can you leave." I watched them, hoping they would leave.

They didn't instead they just smiled at me.

"Shelby said you had a fever. You should have gone to Madame Pomfrey's. Unless it was that you stayed here because of your leg. Is it alright?"

"Yes, better than your arm, even." I said.

His arm was covered in one big bandage, not something done Madame Pomfrey, considering that she had enough salve and knew spells that could help the healing process. I wondered what he had done to it, for some odd reason I had some sort of idea what, but it was faint. When I said that I retained my consciousness, I meant that I knew most of what happened unless the wolf took over completely, like when a human was around, and some had been, but I had fought a dog, not a person and certainly not Sirius Black.

He glared at me and I smiled back. I moved in the bed to better position my leg and didn't feel the throw slip, and then my leg came into view a moment later and James pushed the throw away, letting it fall to the ground. He took a look at my leg with surprise.

"How did that happen?" he asked, staring at me, curiosity shinning in his eyes.

I said nothing and instead pulled my leg away. "It is none of your business." I told them much like Sirius had said to me when I asked about his arm.

Sirius pushed James away and knelt next to my leg. He looked at the cut and brought a hand to it, examining it. For some reason I didn't pull away. He said nothing but just looked at me strangely before he walked out of the room as if he knew something that he wasn't willing to share. He had seemed so concentrated and concerned as he looked at my leg that it made me wonder if this was really the Sirius Black who threw magical water balloons at me in third year that made my ears grow a foot long

"We brought you some food," James said, softly, he handed me a small paper plate covered with napkins before walking out of the room after his best friend, I could tell he was quite worried about him.

That was the one thing I admired about them, overall, perhaps because of who my family happened to be, their loyalty. Granted they were an odd pair, the two main trouble makers of the marauders, they were loyal to each other, their friends, their house, and most likely their family even though--I didn't know this for sure--it was often said that Sirius had run away from home to James' house. In a way they were needed at Hogwarts and I did respect them to an extent. They were usually behind the pranks that went on in school; they were also the one group I wanted to keep my lycanthropy from the most. I was afraid that they would tell everyone and I would end up being ridiculed and shunned with everyone afraid of me. I changed into a pair of jeans and then threw my cloak on. I was still weak and tired but restless. I didn't want to go to lessons but I knew that maybe hiding out in the library would work out well for me. Books would be a comfort, after all.

I un-wrapped the napkins once my stomach grumbled again and found a ham and cheese sandwich. I smiled slightly before bringing it to my lips and taking a bite. At least it wasn't something like roast beef. That I couldn't stand.

Author's Note: So here's to hoping that I've got some readers now...lol...anyhow, I'll put up the next part soon, each part of this fic is titled after either a song line or title, just so you know...though I can't tell you which they are anymore...-laughs- and I do have pictures for every chapter so go check them out in my profile...and please review...I'd love to hear your thoughts on this...