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p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"Pain. Pain. Pain. Bones cracking, fur prickling out of skin. Fangs and talons emerging. And then black, as the inner wolf was let free. But then more pain in the morning; broken bones, torn muscles. And blood, lots and lots of blood. The young wolf needed to eat, needed to run, needed to attack. So the wolf took his anger out on the pitiful human cowering inside his belly./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"The boy even remembered waking one full moon morning, to experience a horrific pain in his left arm - or what should have been his left arm. That night, the wolf had been so restless, he'd torn the arm clean off. It had taken a painful bit of magic to reattach arm to shoulder, and then a good few months building the muscle back up. It was a good thing the boy was right handed, so children at his school weren't suspicious./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"And then came the event that had changed Remus Lupin's life for ever, for the good. He'd been accepted, miraculously - given his condition, into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And along with the letter, had come three life savers, in the form of animagus. James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. His best friends. Or, only friends he'd even had, to be more precise. And when these friends had learned of his condition, they hadn't run, they hadn't been afraid. They'd accepted it with wide smiles. And for that, Remus was eternally grateful. And when the quartet had reached their fifth year, Remus' transformations began to grow less painful. James, Sirius and Peter had each become an animagus. Their intention? To help Remus through his 'Time of the month'. Of course, the pain of the actual process of boy becoming wolf would never subside, but the pain of the morning after was almost non-existant in the best of times. After many long years, Moony (as Remus and his friends had come to know the wolf as) was happy. No more chains, no more basement. Moony had three friends - one of them being a lovable dog - and an entire forest to roam in. Not to mention his own house! Sirius (as his dog form dubbed Padfoot) and Moony would tumble all night. And the worst injuries they'd emerge with would be broken fingers, arms, toes, jaws; if the two canines had got too rough./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px 20px 0px;"And most mornings, Remus would awake in his shack, shivering and naked on the now virtually shredded carpet. And curled beside him, his belly under Remus' arm, would be Sirius. Or Padfoot - whichever form Sirius had fallen asleep in. The first few months, Remus had pulled away, blushing in embarrassment. But Sirius didn't seem to mind. He was as comfortable in Remus' embrace as out. And eventually, Remus and Moony, began to crave the embrace of the shaggy black haired boy/ dog./p
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