Sirius
"And that one there is Dyo monestrite, it only blooms when there's a full moon, it's awfully useful but once in bloom it grows a large ring of thorns around the edges so that it's really difficult to pick. Oooh! And that one there is a miga migora its juice is often mistaken for dragon blood, but it's really good in soup!" Sirius Black was walking with Mia Browning a very dull yet pretty fifth year, along the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. It had just chimed seven pm and even though it was early the winter sun had just hit the horizon shedding the sky in an array of purple and orange.
The grass beneath Sirius' feet was covered in a light dusting of snow. He'd suggested the Forbidden Forrest to perhaps finally get a kiss from Mia but instead she'd just droned on about magic winter plants for a half hour. Hufflepuffs. Nice to look at, boring to date. Just as she was rambling about something that could make your skin go an awful shade of puce, a howl interrupted.
It rolled through the trees and made the marrow in Sirius' bones turn to ice. "Right lets go, Mia. These forests are way too dangerous." Sirius grabbed her hand and started walking towards the castle. Mia pulled back. "Ow! Sirius! What are you doing, it's probably not even dangerous!
Let me go!" Sirius huffed. "I'm just looking out for your safety dear; you can look at silly little plants in Herbology tomorrow." Mia shook Sirius off. "I'm not four Sirius, and they're not silly! Plants are very important in learning how to be a good witch! Madame Langstine said so herself!" Sirius rolled his eyes, Madame Langstine was the Herbology teacher and Mia, like the majority of the girls at the school, all aimed to be as perfect and proper lady as her. Madame Langstine never had dirty nails, or fly-away hair. She always had her hair in a neat bun and told the girls that they didn't need boys. Boys were just an accessory. Stuck-up old bint. She probably had her heart brokern and now thinks that every boy is evil.
"What would Madame Langstine know? She doesn't even know how to cast proper charms! She tried to levitate a flower pot the other day and smashed it! Imagine that!
A full grown witch! She's probably a squib in disguise!" Once the words were out of Sirius' mouth he knew he couldn't take them back, so he stood there red-faced in his anger.
"You arrogant little bastard! Rot in hell! Lily warned me not to go out with you!" Mia shouted then ran up the slope towards the castle.
Lovely Lily, of course she would've. Sirius sighed then sat down on a rather chilly rock. A second howl sent shivers up Sirius' spine. Nah, Remus couldn't get out. There were charms against it. Dumbledore himself had set them. But then the third howl stop abruptly with a whine. Remus? The air shook and the forest trees creaked. No, just get up and walk to the castle. No need to rouble yourself.
Remus would be better by tomorrow, all nice and non-hairy, no sharp teeth to tear him apart, no bite that could kill him. A branch snapped. The woods were eerily quiet. Sirius did a full turn and whipped out his wand. A shadow was at the edge of the forest. Remus, no this wasn't Remus, not when he was like this. The creature snout came first, followed by his body, hunched shoulders, thick black hair, yellowed eyes and teeth. But something was wrong. The animal limped, blood dribbled from its snout, a gash across the side. Blood from another wound in the arm. Remus was hurt.
Sirius knew the spell. It was taught to him first year. Everyone in the school was taught it. As the creature turned to face Sirius, its pupils contracted and a low growl emanated from its throat.
Sirius in an almost trance, pointed his wand and shouted "Lycan Totalis!" At once Remus, no, the werewolf keeled over unconscious. Sirius was panting even though he didn't know why.
But seeing Remus like this. Sirius knew his condition was bad, James and Peter knew too, but he didn't know it was like this. Sirius lowered his wand but didn't pocket it. He inched towards the creature; it was almost as big as Hagrid. Almost. The bite marks were worse up close. Who would bite a werewolf? Immediately Remus realised it could've been another werewolf. A more powerful one. The thought made almost all of Sirius' Gryffindor courage disappear
but then a thought came to Sirius; he's once asked Remus about the scars on his arms, where'd they come from? Sirius had asked if they'd come from other animals, Remus had only snorted. Remus had only snorted. Maybe, they were self-inflicted. Despite this, Sirius reached out and touched the hair that was matted with blood, water and mud. Sirius knew the spell would last until sunrise but he couldn't stand to leave Remus alone. What if they were from another werewolf? Remus was vulnerable. Fuck it, Sirius thought. With a flick of his wand, he conjured some firewood from the trees and clearing the snow, he lit a fire. Next Sirius flicked his wand and imagined he's sleeping bag. Once opening his eyes it was in front of him, rolled up on the snow. Sirius unzipped the bag and got in, snuggling close around the fire, he lied down and drifted to sleep.