I Dream of Werewolves

Remus lay in his bed with bruises and scratches all over his body. He winced every time he moved due to internal injuries and felt like crap. The night before he had undergone a nasty transformation. He vaguely remembered what happened. He could only recall scents and certain feelings. He knew he didn't kill anything because he was starving when he woke up the next morning in the shrieking shack.

He was a seventeen-year-old boy, who was scared of what life would bring him. He hated being a werewolf, always in pain and feeling ill. He hated lying to his friends outside of the marauders. He never had close relationships with anyone due to a fear of rejection.

Everyone was asleep in his dormitory. He sighed in pain every time he shifted in his uncomfortable bed. His mind was racing and it didn't seem like it would stop. Instead of trying to get himself to sleep, he decided to walk around for a little while. He wanted to try the ease his pain both physically and mentally.

He sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes awake. He put on a pair of slippers and slowly stood up, trying not to wake up his friends. If they knew that he couldn't sleep, they would question him, until he caved. He didn't want them to know that he hated his life. No matter how much his friends loved him and accepted him, he still felt something missing. His heart was missing a key part.

He pulled open the door and slipped out unnoticed. He would sit in the common room for a bit and maybe read a little. Reading would help him to calm his mind and to think of other things then the full moon.

When he came to the last step, he realized that he wasn't the only one in the room. There was a girl, who sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, staring into the flames listlessly. She didn't know that he was gazing at her with wonder in his eyes. Something about her still, pensive form intrigued him. He liked the way her long black hair cascading down her straight back into ringlets. He could see the flames dancing in her sapphire eyes. He was surprised her eyes didn't extinguish the fire; they were like raging blue waters. Her shoulders were narrow, her body slender. She looked to be average height, but Remus couldn't tell due to her sitting form. Who was this creature? Surely he would have recognized her before.

He shifted nervously on his feet, causing the girl to direct her vision towards him. She softened when she realized it was another student and not the monster that haunted her dreams.

"I s-sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you," Remus apologized nervously.

The girl seemed to look him over and found that he was harmless. She stood up and walked over to him, eventually meeting his gaze. Something about those gold eyes lured her over and she couldn't stop herself, until she stood only a few feet from him.
"Sorry? For what?" she joked. "I was startled…is all."

Remus swallowed. He had never been so nervous in front of a girl, especially one this mysterious.

"What's your name?"

"Me. Aisling Waters. I know who you are. You are the quiet, intelligent, well-behaved marauder," she chuckled.

Remus smiled, his cheeks turning red. Everybody knew who he was because of Sirius and James, but he assumed that Aisling wouldn't because he didn't know her.

"H-how come I haven't met you before?" He tried to will himself from stuttering, but her presence made him self-conscious. He had flattened his hair quite a few times already and made sure that none of his bruises were showing.

"I don't know…I am year younger than you and maybe you haven't really looked, " she bluntly replied.

That hurt, but it held truth. Remus never paid attention to his surroundings; he was always hiding his feelings and hiding behind his friends. He didn't want anybody to know the real Remus. He liked this girl already. She was carefree, thoughtful, and told it like it was.

"Er--"

"Oh, come off of it already. I know why you don't know a lot of people."

She knew why he avoided people? She knew that he was a werewolf? That couldn't be possible.

"You're shy…that's for sure and you don't want to bother with someone that isn't as introverted as yourself. Am I right?" She seemed so calm. How could she be so calm?

Aisling wondered what it would be like to talk to Remus…a marauder. To tell you the truth, she didn't think that he would be nervous, but he was.

Remus took a deep breath and sighed; she didn't know. He wondered how she would react if he ever told her. That wasn't going to happen.

"Yea you are right," he replied. He wasn't really lying because she didn't know that he avoided people because of his situation; she didn't even know he had a 'situation'.

Aisling continued to gaze into his gold eyes, completely entranced by their warm, yet wild look. She wanted to know the real Remus and why he was always sad and quiet.

"Come sit," she offered her hand for him to take. He took it and felt a tingling sensation travel up his arm.

She pulled him in front of the fire and sat down next to him.

"Why are you awake anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep," Remus wasn't really a talker.

"Can you say more than three words? You don't have to be nervous around me…I don't bite," she teased.

'But I can' he thought seriously.

"Yes I can."

"Three words again."

"Okay, okay…I didn't feel very well and my mind wouldn't stop working. That happens to me a lot and I come down here to think. It's more peaceful. What about you?" he confided.

"Well, I had a nightmare and I couldn't get back to sleep," she stated simply.

"What about?"

She finally got nervous and started to shift uncomfortably. She looked at him and felt relieved when he reassured her with a smile. "Werewolves," she choked.

Oh great, just when he starts to like someone, they have to have nightmares about werewolves of all things.

"I know it's childish, but lately I've been having a dream about a werewolf with gold eyes. He's chasing me and chasing me, but he never attacks me. For some reason he is holding back, but I just want him to attack and get all over with. I can't live with the suspense. Do you know what I mean?"

Remus nodded. He was interested to what this dream meant.

Aisling never got scared of anything, but she had the same dream for two weeks now and it has been getting worst. She grabbed Remus' hand for comfort. She met his gaze and held it.

It seemed like an eternity as they both lost each other in their gazes.

Images of the same wolf flashed before Aisling's eyes, startling her. She tired to hide her unease from Remus. She closed her eyes tightly when she couldn't will the pictures from coming. A single tear left her eyelashes unguarded. She turned her face away from him, so he couldn't see her tears.

She stood up before Remus could say anything and left. Remus looked at her retreating form in confusion. He did nothing to stop her from leaving still amazed by the feeling that went through his body from gazing into her dark blue eyes.

He stared into the fire and wondered why he never met this girl before. It seemed a bit odd…her dream. His gold eyes gazed into the fire in awe, until he fell asleep sitting up.

He didn't realize that she had been frightened by the werewolf that haunted her dreams. That werewolf was him...

A/N: I don't know this just came to me. I will get more descriptive…I promise. Please review and let me know what you think. I am going to be writing a Sirius fic soon as well! Thanks for reading!

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