The rising sun poked in through the torn curtains that covered the windows in the Shrieking Shack. On the floor was a fourteen year old boy, who had numerous injuries from the night before. This boy was Remus Lupin and he was a werewolf; the full moon had been last night. It was only a few minutes before three other boys came into the shack, underneath James Potter's invisibility cloak. Sirius was the first to duck out from under it and rush over to Remus' aid, pulling the boy carefully into his arms and stroking his hair. It pained Sirius to see Remus like this, and he held on tighter, leaning forward to place a kiss on the werewolf's forehead. "Don't worry Remus…" he whispered, as the boy's eyelids fluttered and a pained noise escaped his lips. "We'll be with you soon, and then you won't get hurt anymore…"