A Different Kind of Magic
The frost bitten grass crunched underfoot and the ghostly blanket drifted slowly over the lake.
Pink stained clouds danced across pale blue and orange kissed skies as dawn peeked shyly between scattered trees.
A young man sat, naked and exhausted, with his eyes on the lake as it swayed to the gentle song of the waking.
Sighs, creaks and small wails softened as the orange orb grew higher in the sky to kiss his face, neck, shoulders, body and most secret of places; it warmed the boy's entire being. He knew that he should have left with his comrades to the safety and warmth of their beds but, the best part of yet another unbearable week was the dawn played out across the Hogwarts grounds.
This moment told him life is beautiful, and that the terrible disease that runs through his blood wasn't all that bad as long as he could gaze upon this peaceful image each and every time after his body was broken back into its rightful place.
Remus Lupin rose, robe now wrapped across his sun blushed skin, he headed towards the comfort of the dorms knowing that this is one magic that a wand couldn't mimic.
