Our little story begins with three boys sitting in the second year dormitory. One was pacing up and down while simultaneously pushing his long black hair behind his ears. The second was glancing towards the door so many times that it was obvious that he was waiting for someone. The third (rather large) boy was trembling in a corner, determined not to speak.

"Well, maybe we're wrong Sirius," The second boy, James, said. "Maybe he really is just a member of a very ill family."

"James, you and I both know that Remus wouldn't have to see his family every month if that were the case. I mean, look at the evidence. He always goes away around the full moon, he won't let any of us see his skin, and he always avoids the subject of his family, whenever we ask. It must be because he can't remember what lies he's told. I mean, what if he slipped up? That would be just as good as telling us he's a werewolf straight out." Said the long-haired boy, Sirius.

Just as Sirius said the word 'werewolf', a boy who was just returning to the room stopped dead, right inside the doorway.

"Hello Remus." James said. But, the boy stood still, with fear etched on his face.

"Remus, say something, say anything." Said Sirius.

"I-I'll just be leaving then," said a very scared werewolf. "Let me just get my things…" And with that, he rushed to his trunk and began throwing things into it. All the while, he kept saying things like, 'You won't have me bother you again' and 'Please don't tell anyone'.

"REMUS!" Sirius finally yelled. "You're bleeding."

"Wha- huh?" Remus looked down to see his shirt covered in blood. "Oh, shit." And with that, he dropped down to his knees. Sirius ran across the room to Remus and steadied him. As this was happening, James and Peter could only watch in horror. Remus grabbed some potions and bandages from his trunk, and quickly ripped off his shirt. As was expected, he had scars criss-crossed across his chest, and the blood made it look worse than it was. Immediately, he poured the potion on his smallest wound. The wound started smoking and Remus screamed. Sirius took the bottle and bandages and grabbed hold of Remus' hand.

"Just squeeze my hand when it hurts, ok?" he soothed. "Don't worry about hurting about me." With this he started working on Remus right away, cleaning the wounds and patching them up. All the while Remus had tears rolling down his cheeks, his hand tightly clasping Sirius's.

"It will be alright Remus, shhhh, calm down." Sirius kept saying. "It's ok, I'm not leaving you, I'll stay."

"Really?" Remus asked tearfully. "You don't…don't care that I'm… I'm a freak?"

"You are NOT a freak, Remus! I mean, reading all those books, maybe. But definitely not because of this, you can't help this!" Sirius said fiercely.

"You don't care? You mean it?"

"Yes. It's ok.." Sirius smiled at him, and for once, Remus actually believed it.