AN: I'm so so sorry everyone. This chapter was being stubborn and I had to fix a lot. It's a bit different. I won't keep you waiting like that again (hopefully).

I was in a room, I couldn't tell where because it was dark. Not normal dark, either. I'm a werewolf, so my senses are a bit better than the average wizard's. No, it was so dark that I couldn't see my hand waving in front on my eyes. I was panicking. Nothing good ever happens in pitch blackness.

"Remus Lupin, you have been called by Lord Voldemort. He desires an audience with you. You would be a most wonderful addition to his ranks." I turned around quickly to try and find the source of the voice; there was nothing. Even if there was, I wouldn't be able to see it.

A crippling fear seized me, grabbing me by the stomach and wrenching me through the darkness. A cool, wet sensation dripped down my spine, like someone was pouring ice water down my back. I choked on broken attempts at words. Finally, they stumbled out.

"I will never join!" As soon as the words exited his mouth, a loud cackle vibrated through the air.

"We will see, Messr Lupin. You will find the Dark Lord to be very persuasive." Suddenly, a searing hot pain shot through his body. Remus screamed, all the while shouting. The laughing continued.

"Never!"

Remus shot up in bed, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his body. He was dizzy, and the room seemed to be spinning violently. He retched violently over the side of the bed, not even giving thought to the fact that that was probably where he'd thrown his clothes the previous night. Once he'd gathered his bearings, he reached for his wand and magicked away the sick.

Still feeling slightly unwell, he stood slowly. Satisfied that he could maintain his balance, the werewolf boy shakily made his way to the bathroom the Room had supplied for him. He was so focused on his goal of getting woken up, he didn't see the dark-haired boy sitting on one of the large armchairs in the corner of the large room. He had his trousers halfway on and his toothbrush was poking out of his mouth when he finally noticed the other boy. He nearly choked on the toothbrush when he began talking.

"Reg? What the hell are you- When did you- What the fuck?" Remus sputtered, toothbrush in one hand, and covering his exposed skin. Regulus chuckled and looked at the violently blushing werewolf with a single raised eyebrow. The dark-haired boy enjoyed making the werewolf blush, he looked positively adorable.

"Sorry," Regulus stated,clearly not apologetic, "I figured you were sleeping in here so I stopped by to say good morning. The sandy-haired werewolf looked at him incredulously, causing the other boy to sigh. The two boys awkwardly regarded each other until Remus shuffled back into the bathroom to finish preparing for classes.

By the time he was actually ready, Regulus had redecorated the room in black, silver, and green. He had also charmed the Gryffindor banner so all of the lions were pictured being strangled by the serpents. Remus walked into the room, frowned for a moment, waved his wand, grabbed his bag, and walked out the door.

"Yes, Remus, I'd love to join you for breakfast." Regulus muttered before irritably grabbing his own bag and following the werewolf to the ground floor, only to see him continue to walk.

"Uh, Remus, I hate to break it to you, but the Great Hall is the other way." The sandy-haired boy spun around with a smirk in his face.

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Shame, I was so looking forward to sitting with all of my friends. Oh, that's right, I don't have any!" He said all of that in a perfectly calm voice, his eyes being the only thing that betrayed his raging soul. Instead of their normal olive green shade, they were a feral gold. The tall boy took a slight step back, only mildly shocked. The wolf noticed the step back and contributed it to fear. He bared his teeth to the younger Black sibling, glaring angrily with golden eyes.

"Remus, calm down, mate. I'm not going to hurt you. Relax, breathe." Remus inhaled deeply, smelling no pheromones. He slumped to the ground, burying his face in his hands. His breathing was uneven and his eyes were swimming with tears. Regulus grabbed him and pulled him into an empty classroom nearby. As soon as the door was shut, Reg put up wards and silencing charms. Remus let a low wail escape his lips. The noise frightened Reg, seeing as he had never seen the werewolf cry before. Nobody had.

Remus began sobbing, his body trembling violently with the force of each heart-wrenching tear. The other boy knelt beside him, pulling him into a half-embrace. He rubbed the werewolf's back slowly until the sobs slowed and ceased.

"Reg, I don't know what's going on. It's like the wolf knows I'm losing control of my life. My control over him is slipping. The littlest things have been setting me off and I don't even know what to do anymore. I don't know who to talk to because it's not like anyone is actually willing to help a werewolf."

Reg shook his head. "I am." Remus stopped.

"I'm always here, Remy. Never ever forget that." Reg held out his hand to help him up. He lead the exhausted Remus back to the Room of Requirement. He took him back into his bed.

"I'll drop word that you aren't feeling well. Please, Rem, go to sleep." Remus nodded half-consciously and buried his face into his pillow. Reg stayed until the sandy-haired boy's breathing slowed. Then, he kissed the boy on his forehead.

The next few days for Remus were some of the worst he'd had since first year. He spent his days either alone or with Peter. The wolf was getting more out of control, and Remus's behaviour would imply that the full moon was near. Reg wasn't able to spend much time with him, stopping by just after curfew for half an hour to check on him.

"You seem to be doing much better." Reg commented one evening, about two weeks after the incident. Neither James, nor Sirius had tried to talk to Remus, although it was noticed that the two seemed to be fighting a bit with each other as well.

Remus considered what his friend had said and decided to agree.

"I'm doing much better. My control is getting stronger and every day I get a little less depressed." Here, Remus smiled brightly. Reg copied him. It was rare to see the werewolf smile anymore so it truly warmed the youngest Black to see his friend smile with such ease. When he smiled, the corners of his gorgeous green eyes would wrinkle and shine brightly and his nose would crinkle slightly in the most adorable way. When he laughed, which was a rarity, he would throw his head back and his gorgeous dirty blond hair would catch the light in a beautiful way. The boy was so gorgeous and didn't even know it.

Regulus looked at the clock. "Bloody hell, it's late. I'm going to head back to my room. I'm exhausted. Go to bed, you've finished all your work." Remus smiled at his friends attentiveness. It meant a whole lot to Remus that Reg was there for him in his time of need. For that reason alone, Remus continued to lie to him. He cared far too much for this boy for his own good. Reg leaned over to hug the werewolf, inhaling deeply as his arms wrapped around the sandy-haired boy's waist. Remus's heart stumbled. With a wave, Reg exited the Room of Requirement.

Remus laid back on his bed and let the tears he'd been holding back fall down. As if his life hadn't been troublesome enough, he just had to fall for Regulus. As far as he knew, Reg wasn't even gay. His sobs grew heavier the longer he thought about it. His chest was aching with the love he held for the grey-eyed boy. When his tears finally ceased, his eyes were burning and his breath was heavy and deep. It did not take long for sleep to claim him.

The next morning Remus woke slowly. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over. He felt a thick piece of parchment and squinted through sleepy eyes to read it:

Dear Remus,

I've been called home for a few days. My father is ill. I should be back by Thursday. Keep calm and I will see you soon.

Reg

Remus sighed heavily and fell back onto his bed. This was awful. As much as Remus pretended he was acting better in front of Regulus, he really and truly was. Everything seemed at least slightly better when he was with the other boy. His smiles came easier and his laughs were far heartier and frequent. Nobody else even saw a fraction of that much happiness radiating from him these days.

Sighing heavily, Remus got up and got dressed. He made his way to the kitchens, where he ate every morning. The best thing about having been a Marauder: he was familiar with all of the house elves and they left him a plate out each day. He ate and then made his way to class slowly. His first class was History of Magic so he pulled out his DADA essay and went over it to make sure it was correct. He sat in the back, away from everyone else. Every now and then, Sirius would raise his head and look at Remus. His expression was unclear, and the werewolf did everything he could to ignore him.

After class ended, Remus quickly made his way to his DADA class to hand in his essay. Of course, the moment he walked in, he was faced with one of the people he least wanted to see.

"Oh, hello Remus." Never before had Remus heard a salutation sound so menacing. Being far more mature, the lycanthrope replied politely.

"Hello Severus."

"I'm surprised you're still walking freely about the castle. I was so certain that your honor would cause you to actually think of others and leave Hogwarts. But I suppose spending all of your time with Black and Potter may have tipped your moral scale a little more to the selfish side. Such a shame."

Remus shook his head softly. The wolf growled inside him harshly. Remus was slightly frightened, his resolve was already weak and here comes Snivellus daring the wolf to rip every greasy black strand of hair from his pale and over-inflated head. Remus clenched his fist, growling lowly. The sickening grin on the future potion master's face slid off, replaced by a look of terror when he realized what was happening.

Although he was a vindictive arse and damn hypocritical to boot, Severus Tobias Snape was a very smart man. Understanding the danger he was in, he backed away slowly, once calm step at a time. He was careful to exude no fear of the situation or wolf in front of him. Meanwhile, Remus was fighting an internal battle.

He deserves punishment. The wolf growled.

Not from us. We don't punish humans, Moony. Remus painfully whispered back.

Why not? What have humans done for us? Force us into hiding? Even our so called 'pack' betrayed us. The human in them overrides the animal.

The wolf was getting angrier, and Remus was trembling violently. He was so absorbed in his internal dialogue, he never even saw Severus raise his wand.

"Stupefy! Sectumsempra! " Severus smirked as the sandy-blonde haired boy collapsed. Remus hadn't even seen it coming. However, James Potter and Sirius Black did. And they handled it accordingly.

Remus awoke slowly and groggily. All he could remember was arguing with the wolf and then blacking out. He could vaguely taste blood and he could smell old blood, as if he were cleaned of it. Remus sat up in a familiar Hospital Wing and sighed. He heard ragged breathing and turned to see the source. He saw a bruised and bloodied Severus Snape.

His head swam for a moment before he leaned over the cot and emptied the contents of his stomach. He didn't look at it, for fear of seeing blood mixed into it. He fell back onto his bed and began to sob. What had he done?