Even when the bricks all fell away and was left was bare, naked earth; he held his ground. His knees were locked in place and his fists at his sides, his gloomy eyes towards the distance. Crows flocked around him, cawing and scraping at the dirt. The full, pregnant moon hung over head, golden.
He turned his eyes towards it, staring in anguish. Ripples of pain raced down his spine and screams of pain escaped him. He dropped to the floor, clutching his blonde hair. His green eyes squinted in anguish as the transformation took place. Claws ripped out of his fingernails, eating up his nails. Dark grey hair sprouted from all pores. Jagged teeth burst from his gums, spurting blood out with all the pain eroding away his sanity.
The howls called upon an onlooker, who pulled out his wand and peered closer.
"Lumos…" He said quietly, peering into the beam of light that flourished from his wand tip. When it hit the growling creature before him, dripping saliva, he thought he knew who it was. "Remus?"
The beast howled and scraped up dirt, running away. The man rushed after him, and stopped short, brushing his mangy black hair from his eyes and bending down to a shred of clothing—purely muggle. It wasn't Remus, not at all…
He tucked the shred into his pocket and followed the werewolf, finding that the beast had hidden himself in a barn, barking madly. Some sort of sentience remained in that canine brain of his, telling him enough to hide himself away from all the others.
Sirius tucked his wand away and left, feeling pity on the man, but not enough to warrant more than that.