Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Good enough? I'm sick of writing these things.
The common room was dark and silent. The fire burned low, no students awake to enjoy it's meagre flame. No house-elf to keep it burning strongly. It was nothing like the day.
The day was a time of laughter and brightness. A time of pranks and lessons and adolescent rivalry. It was nothing like the night.
The night was their sanctuary. In the night, they could share kisses without being cast out by their classmates. In the night, they could warm each other with the soft heat of their bodies. In the night, they could be together.
It didn't matter if it was deep in the winter: Sirius kept the chill away. It didn't matter if the growing darkness prevented a restful sleep: Sirius kept him safe. It didn't matter when the curse took hold: Moony had a pack now.
There isn't a pack any more.
