Author's Note: So it seems I have decided to continue the story after all. I haven't finished the 3rd chapter, but I do have a premise written down, so it should be posted fairly soon. I don't know how long the story will be, but I think at least two or three chapters will be added... I'm not even sure how to end it yet. But things will get interesting. And by interesting, I mean awkward! Yay! (clears throat) Anyway, there have been about two weeks in the story between the prologue and this chapter. Please enjoy into clean hair from the roots up and review thoroughly! Repeat as needed.

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…Padfoot ran his fingers through Moony's ear-length hair, and rested his hand on the back of his neck. Moony looked up at his face, and Padfoot leaned down to kiss him in the musty darkness of the closet in which they were standing. Without knowing what he was doing Moony parted his lips. Padfoot, who knew exactly what he was doing, pulled Moony closer and sought his tongue. When they met under the roof of Moony's mouth, Moony gasped a bit. Padfoot moved his body forward, pushing Moony's back to the wall behind him. He wrapped his arms around Padfoot's torso, allowing his tongue to be guided out to the middle between their pressed lips. The closet expanded and became a room, still dark. Finally, the kiss ended, and Moony realized they were in the Shrieking Shack. He tried to run to the door before the full moon, but Padfoot held him in place. "Don't you want me, Remus?" he asked. Moony couldn't answer. He wrenched free of Padfoot's hold and fell forward onto the floor. He hadn't felt any of the signs this time; he began transforming completely without warning. The process was much quicker than usual. He howled. Padfoot stayed where he was, and Moony wondered with his last shred of sanity why he didn't turn into a dog as he ought to have. Good thing, though, since werewolves don't feed on dogs. Moony approached his prey and grabbed its arm. Using his other paw he tore at its throat. He threw the human onto the floor and pounced, ripping every limb that he could find. This was unprecedented. This…was satisfying. Prey that wasn't furniture, walls, or himself. Food. He howled again with bloody teeth…

"Oi, Remus! Wake up!" Someone was shaking his shoulder. "Wake up, mate!" someone was urging him in a hushed voice. Remus stopped thrashing, and the voice continued, "That was some kind of nightmare you were having there, Moony. I thought it best to wake you out of it." Remus let his eyes adjust to the darkness. It was Sirius.

His dim nighttime vision suddenly became much brighter with flashes from his dream replacing the boys' dormitory: Sirius looking down at him tenderly, Remus himself being pushed against the wall with an escalating heartbeat, the dark splotches on the floor, the overwhelming aroma of blood escaping Sirius's paling skin. Remus felt his stomach churn. The sight of Sirius now was too much. He was leaning over the edge of Remus's bed, his hair disheveled and his eyes concerned. Remus turned over onto his other side and did his best to pretend that he had fallen back asleep, even when Sirius tried to ask what was wrong. He stood there for another minute, and at long last gave up and returned to his own bed.

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It was about 3 A.M. Sirius reentered the boys' dormitory after an emergency late-night trip to the toilet. Wiping the side of his face with a sleepy hand, he shut the door behind him as quietly as possible. He heard Remus moan in his sleep. Sirius smirked and wondered if Remus's dream self would be moaning too. Sirius stumbled over to his own four-poster already forgetting why he was even awake, but stopped in his tracks at a somewhat louder sound coming from Remus's bed, which was accompanied by a rustling of sheets.

It reminded him of the sound that a sleeping dog would make when it was trying to bark with its mouth closed at something in a dream. Except this sound was much more drawn-out and had a vague, inexplicable chill to it. He knew he had heard something like it before, but his brain hadn't woken up enough to remember exactly where.

Sirius crept over to Remus's bed and pulled a curtain aside. Remus was kicking and sweating and twisting. Sirius watched out of curiosity and wondered how he wasn't waking himself up with all that activity. It finally occurred to him that Remus was in the middle of a nightmare, and he started when Remus made another one of those eery sleep-sounds. He reached out and gave his thin shoulder a good shake. "Oi, Remus! Wake up! Wake up, mate!" He kept his voice reasonably low to keep from waking his other dormmates. Remus stilled. Relieved, Sirius said to him, "That was some kind of nightmare you were having there, Moony. I thought it best to wake you out of it."

Remus stared blankly up at him for several full seconds, but suddenly his eyes widened and lost focus. And then he blinked and turned away from him without a word. Sirius, thoroughly baffled by this point, wondered if he had done something wrong. "What's the matter?" Remus wouldn't answer.

Sirius tilted his head to the side. This wasn't the first time Remus had acted strangely toward him. It had started a few weeks earlier, when he began avoiding Sirius's eyes and dodging his touch. It was subtle, and he hadn't noticed immediately, so the behavior may have lasted longer. But Remus had never just ignored him completely like that. What could he have done to deserve it? He decided to talk to James about it.

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Author's Note: I like using Sirius's POV. I will probably do a bit more of that later. Hope you enjoyed reading him die again! Sorry about that. Sorta. Review now! Suggestions are welcome. They may just get the story posted faster.