Noctuabundus
by: TeenageFaery
Author's note: 'noctuabundus' means 'night-wanderer' in Latin.
Main character relationship: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13 for minor slash
WARNING!: minor slash! m/m! guys with guys! No sex, but implied slash! Don't like, don't read. Don't say I didn't warn you.
P.O.V: Changes between Remus and Sirius.
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SIRIUS BLACK'S POV:
I felt so incredibly bad for Remus. He's my best friend and I can't help him! I became an Animagus, but it doesn't seem to help. I'm sitting here in the Shrieking Shack, in dog form, watching my once human, now werewolf, friend try to sleep.
He looks so helpless, clawing at himself and moaning like he's dying. It hurts me deep inside to know that no matter what I do... He's never going to get better.
Maybe I should go sit with him. When I finally get the courage to go sit by him, he growls and lashes out at me. Then he just looks at me with his sad, deep eyes, giving me a silent apology.
REMUS LUPIN'S POV:
I can't believe I did that. Sirius has been kind enough to stay with me, and I jump at him and scare him. I hate this so much! And I'm never going to get better. I know they're just trying to help. But nothing Prongs, Wormtail, or even Padfoot do could help me. I'm a werewolf.
Now he's licking the wounds on my back with his rough, sandpaper-like tongue. It's strange, we can be close like this is in animal form, but never human. Not that I want the human Sirius to lick my back, but it's just the feeling of closeness that is lacking when we're human.
SIRIUS BLACK'S POV:
When I reached the deep gash on his neck, he fliches in pain howls. I immediately back away, wondering if the werewolf instinct is going to kick in. But it doesn't, and he just lays down in the corner and curls up into a ball.
I automatically, not even having to think, go and curl into a ball on top of him. I give him a reassuring lick on the top of his head, and close my eyes, his heavy breathing lulling me to sleep.
REMUS LUPIN'S POV:
Dear Sirius. I've dragged him into an awful situation and he's still trying to comfort me. He's such a good friend.
Now he's kicking in his sleep, quietly barking like a regular domesticated dog, sitting happily near his master's fireplace. Maybe he's dreaming about rabbits. Or girls. I wonder if the Sirius or dog part of him is dreaming.
I hope James and Peter don't walk in in the morning while we're still asleep. It will be awful hard to explain to them why Sirius is sleeping on top of me while they're laughing hysterically.
Oh, well. No use thinking about it now. I might as well just go to sleep like Sirius...
by: TeenageFaery
Author's note: 'noctuabundus' means 'night-wanderer' in Latin.
Main character relationship: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG-13 for minor slash
WARNING!: minor slash! m/m! guys with guys! No sex, but implied slash! Don't like, don't read. Don't say I didn't warn you.
P.O.V: Changes between Remus and Sirius.
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SIRIUS BLACK'S POV:
I felt so incredibly bad for Remus. He's my best friend and I can't help him! I became an Animagus, but it doesn't seem to help. I'm sitting here in the Shrieking Shack, in dog form, watching my once human, now werewolf, friend try to sleep.
He looks so helpless, clawing at himself and moaning like he's dying. It hurts me deep inside to know that no matter what I do... He's never going to get better.
Maybe I should go sit with him. When I finally get the courage to go sit by him, he growls and lashes out at me. Then he just looks at me with his sad, deep eyes, giving me a silent apology.
REMUS LUPIN'S POV:
I can't believe I did that. Sirius has been kind enough to stay with me, and I jump at him and scare him. I hate this so much! And I'm never going to get better. I know they're just trying to help. But nothing Prongs, Wormtail, or even Padfoot do could help me. I'm a werewolf.
Now he's licking the wounds on my back with his rough, sandpaper-like tongue. It's strange, we can be close like this is in animal form, but never human. Not that I want the human Sirius to lick my back, but it's just the feeling of closeness that is lacking when we're human.
SIRIUS BLACK'S POV:
When I reached the deep gash on his neck, he fliches in pain howls. I immediately back away, wondering if the werewolf instinct is going to kick in. But it doesn't, and he just lays down in the corner and curls up into a ball.
I automatically, not even having to think, go and curl into a ball on top of him. I give him a reassuring lick on the top of his head, and close my eyes, his heavy breathing lulling me to sleep.
REMUS LUPIN'S POV:
Dear Sirius. I've dragged him into an awful situation and he's still trying to comfort me. He's such a good friend.
Now he's kicking in his sleep, quietly barking like a regular domesticated dog, sitting happily near his master's fireplace. Maybe he's dreaming about rabbits. Or girls. I wonder if the Sirius or dog part of him is dreaming.
I hope James and Peter don't walk in in the morning while we're still asleep. It will be awful hard to explain to them why Sirius is sleeping on top of me while they're laughing hysterically.
Oh, well. No use thinking about it now. I might as well just go to sleep like Sirius...