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Warning: Slash! (male/male situations) I dunno about you, but I enjoy slash. If you don't, go elsewhere.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not J.K. Rowling or affiliated with Warner Bros. Inc. If I was J.K. Rowling, Wolfstar would be obviously canon and there would be a book entitled "Harry Potter and His Gay Godfather and His Sexy Werewolf Boyfriend"
This was my first-ever fic so it's a bit poorly-written. My sincerest apologies.
"Urg", Ron grimaced. He flopped onto the dusty bed at 12 Grimmauld Place with the grace of a hippopotamus; rousing his black-haired friend from his slumber.
"Mmmmnnnhh? ...Wha time's it?" Harry croaked as he rubbed the sleep from his green eyes. He groped on his bedside table for his glasses, and pulling them on, he squinted at the clock.
"Ron! It's three-thirty! AM! ...In the morning!" He cried. "What do you want?"
The red-haired boy shifted uncomfortably. "I saw something... unsettling." Harry rolled his eyes at this. "Hey! Listen!"
"...This better be worth it.." Harry grumbled.
"So," Ron began. "I was walking outside; an early-morning stroll to enjoy the lovely full moon..." He stopped as he was interrupted by Harry's unconvinced scoff. "Okay, so what reallyhappened was, I couldn't sleep, and I heard noises outside. I thought it was Kreacher up to something-that foul git!-so I went to investigate.
"Kreacher can't leave the house without instructions to do so." Harry pointed out.
"Yes, maybe if you'd let me finish," Ron glared at him. "you'd find out what I actually saw."
"And just what is that?"
"...I was getting to that." Harry shrugged and gestured for Ron to finish the story.
"Anyways, when I got outside and didn't see Kreacher, I turned to go back inside. But then... I heard... noises, like, a low growling. It was coming from the bushes, so I tried to get a look at what was over there."
Harry raised his eyebrows in mild interest.
"And so... I saw two dogs... shaggingeach other." Ron made a disgusted face as he said the last three words. A different look, one of puzzlement, was on Harry's face. He swore there was something that reminded him of... what was it exactly?
"Ron.." he said slowly. "Just what did the dogs look like?"
A bit confused as to why his friend wanted to know, Ron looked at him curiously and replied, "Well... there was a big, black dog, and another big, silvery one.. In fact, it looked quite like a wolf.."
Harry's eyes opened wide in horror. "SIRIUS! PROFESSOR LUPIN!" He roared, as he scrambled out of bed and vaulted down the stairs, straight out the house as fast as his sleep-addled legs could carry him. A few minutes later, a very disgruntled-looking Harry reentered the room.
"Well?" Ron said. "What was that about?"
Harry sighed impatiently and briefly wished that he was as ignorant as Ron. "The dog, Ron. A big, black, dog. And the other one. That you said looks like a wolf? It's a full moon."
Slowly, realization dawned on him. His face mirrored the facial expression that Harry wore just moments before.
"Wa-was that... a-and and and and... that... was...? An-an-and... and they were...?" Ron spluttered, using ridiculously excessive hand motions.
Harry nodded grimly. "Sirius bothered to turn back to his normal self just long enough to tell me to bugger off." He sat down on his bed and crossed his arms, sulking like an angry child. "'Doing it doggy style' my arse."