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"I'm scared, Sirius."
Sirius rubbed the tawny-haired man's back soothingly.
"You don't need to worry; I'll be there with you."
"I still can't believe you waited to tell me about this only two days ago." Remus muttered, glaring at the man next to him out of the corner of his eye.
Sirius flushed a little. "Sorry...I just completely forgot."
"You forgot to tell me I was a werewolf?" Remus quirked an eyebrow.
"I said I was sorry!" Sirius pouted. "Let's just go already."
Remus hesitated. "Will it hurt?" he whispered.
Sirius stared at the desperate, unsure expression on Remus' face and couldn't bring himself to tell the truth. His heart twisted in his gut and he felt sick.
"No."
Remus' expression cleared slightly, but a small amount of doubt still remained. "Okay then...That's good. How will it happen? How will I change, I mean?"
Sirius cleared his throat. "Um..."
"Well?"
"I- um-...can't describe it..." Sirius averted his eyes from Remus' curious expression. Remus frowned and opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Sirius.
"Come on, let's go!" Sirius ushered Remus towards the flames in the kitchen. Sirius had decided it would be best for Remus to transform in the Shrieking Shack rather than in the basement of Grimmauld Place.
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"What is this place?" Remus shivered as he walked up the creaking steps after Sirius.
"It's called the Shrieking Shack." Sirius whispered.
Remus swallowed. He looked around the blood- splattered walls and a shiver went down his spine.
"Are you sure it won't hurt?"
Without turning around, Sirius nodded.
He closed his eyes, trying to stop the flow of oncoming tears. Tonight was going to be terrible.
He could feel it in the air. Sirius desperately wanted to turn around and tell Remus that this was all a big prank, and that he wasn't really a werewolf, and that he didn't have to go through all the pain that was sure to come.
Sirius suddenly stopped outside a closed door. Remus almost crashed into him.
"This is it. Come on."
Sirius gently took Remus' hand and pushed open the door. The door creaked as it swung open, revealing the inside of the room.
Remus almost vomited. There was blood everywhere; covering the walls, the floor, the tiny window in the corner and even the bed sheets. And then all of a sudden, voices exploded in his head.
"How do you through this every month, Moo-?"
"....I give you Prongs, Wormtail and Pad-"
The dark stains teased him. And somehow Remus knew that his blood would soon also be on those walls. He tightened his grip on Sirius' hand, his breathing getting faster and faster.
"We're going to call you Moon-"
He lifted his free hand to his forehead, kneading it with his fingers.
"So much blood..."
"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to! I really didn't, for-"
Images of blood stained walls and floors whirled around in his brain, making him feel dizzy and sick. He leant heavily on Sirius, burying his face in his shoulder. The voices in his head, the blood, the fear and the images of the blood made his head pound furiously. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as the voices got louder.
"How could you?! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!?"
"You're a dirty, FILTHY BEAST!"
Sirius looked down at him, concerned, and gently guided him to the bed.
Remus whimpered. He felt like his head would burst in pain.
Sirius sat him down and gently held Remus' shoulders to still him. Reaching up with his hands, Sirius softly began rubbing his neck. Remus eyes fluttered shut and all the voices seemed to soften into quiet lulling sounds.
"I love you, Moony."
Remus' eyes snapped open.
And that's when it happened.
Remus screamed suddenly. He felt and heard all his bones break with a sharp snap. His back arched on the bed as his spine curved and his legs and arms elongated. His screams of pain transformed into long piercing howls of agony as his jaw grew longer into a snout with fangs. Fur sprouted all over his skin like sharp needles.
Remus' soft, agony-filled amber eyes closed and opened again, except this time with eyes that screamed hunger and rage. They were like white hot molten liquid fire, staring daggers at Sirius frozen form.
Remus was gone. The wolf had come out to play.
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It was at eight o'clock the next morning that Sirius first stirred.
He yawned and rubbed the sleep in his eyes away. Realising that there was something soft -but firm- in his arms, he looked downwards.
It was Remus. Sirius heart clenched at the sight and he cursed violently.
Remus' thin lean body was scarred and there were many fresh wounds. And as Sirius fixed his eyes on each one, he felt as though he had been stabbed in the heart.
The wolf had been furious last night. He had not paid any attention to the shaggy black dog behind him. No, he had howled and thrown himself at anything solid, doing anything to try and get out of this prison.
It wasn't one of the first times Sirius had felt completely useless.
Remus turned in his arms and snuggled into his chest.
Sirius stroked the soft honey-coloured locks sadly and sighed.
Remus' eyes fluttered open and his amber eyes landed on Sirius.
"I thought-..you said it wouldn't hurt..." he croaked.
Sirius bit his lip.
"Sorry...I just- I... thought- Um..." he stuttered.
Remus managed a faint smile. Sirius unwrapped his arms from around Remus and sat up. He then gently pulled Remus to him, so he was lying down against Sirius, his head cushioned on his bare chest. He pulled out his wand and began to heal his cuts and gashes as best as he could.
"I'm sorry." Sirius whispered when he was done, pulling the blankets over now sleeping Remus and him. "I'm sorry."
Unable to help himself, Sirius buried his face in his hair. "Sorry," He repeated, over and over again.
Remus turned over in his sleep and breathed, "I love you too, Padfoot..."
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