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Remus woke the next morning in the same spot as he usually did. He was naked, alone, and in an intense amount of pain. In fact, as he tried to move, he realised that this was his worst transformation since starting Hogwarts, the worst one in as long as he could remember.

He could feel the blood slowly trickling down his arms and legs. As he registered the sensation, he realised that it was all over him, the feel of the trickling drops that made him feel the need to scratch and claw at his skin, yet he couldn't move. His brain was trying to register something, but the daze he was in meant he couldn't think straight.

He blinked a few times and could feel dried blood on his face, some still slowly tricking down, tickling his nose.

He was sure his nose was broken too.

After a couple of minutes of him laying there, although with his head spinning, it could have been longer, he heard Madame Pomfrey come in. He tried to move, to look for his blanket, but he was unable to move his arm to reach it. He was glad that he was facing away from the door as he heard her open it and call his name.

Remus felt the blanket drape over him quickly, and registered her soft tones asking him what injuries he could feel, and which parts of his body that he couldn't move.

"Leg broken..." he whimpered. He tried to move his arm and winced. "I think my arm or shoulder has been dislocated, my ribs... I feel like I'm bleeding everywhere. My face, my nose... My head is pounding. I feel dizzy, I can't see properly."

Madame Pomfrey nodded, her eyes filled with sympathy. She took a look at his shoulder.

"Dislocated shoulder, you know how this goes," she told him.

She poured a pain potion into his mouth and gave it a moment to work. Remus nodded when he was ready.

"On three. One... Two... Three." Madame Pomfrey counted down, and she gave a hard pull, and his shoulder was back in place. Remus swore loudly and grunted in pain.

"I'm going to put your leg in a splint and heal what I can, but most needs to be done back in the hospital wing."

Remus nodded and Madame Pomfrey put the splint on his leg, and fixed his broken nose.

She quickly pulled a shrunken stretcher out of her bag, enlarging it and levitating Remus onto it. She ignored the stream of curse words coming out of his mouth as each moment caused him pain, no matter how smooth the transition. The potions could only help reduce the pain, not completely take it away, and as she hadn't expected him to be in such a bad state, she hadn't thought to bring much else. She placed a Disillusionment Charm on the stretcher and Remus.

Once he settled onto it and the stretcher was lifted into the air, he apologised for his language.

Madame Pomfrey gave a small smile. "I've heard worse, Remus. Plus, you go through so much each month, I'm surprised when you don't swear."

He pulled the blanket around himself, and she waved her wand, making it thicker and warmer, enough to keep him warm outside even given time of year, and started moving him down the tunnel.

They started walking again, and Remus felt concern build up inside himself. Something was wrong, something was very wrong, his skin was buzzing with it, he could feel it in his bones. Madame Pomfrey stayed silent for the whole walk, and Remus' nerves grew. She had never turned up early or stayed silent. He took a deep breath and froze.

The tunnel smelt different. He could smell the faint trace of perfume... and at least two other scents. The smells hadn't been there the day before when he first entered the tunnel so that could only mean one thing. Someone had been in the tunnel, maybe even the shack whilst he was a werewolf. He breathed in again and another smell hit him. He could smell blood. He could almost taste it.

The coppery smell of blood made him feel dizzy. It could mean so many things – had he hurt someone? Maybe he'd bitten them? Could he have killed someone? There were three people in the tunnel that he could smell. How could anyone face a werewolf and come out without being bitten or dead? Was that why Madame Pomfrey was rushing?

Remus ran his tongue over his teeth and couldn't taste blood, but that didn't mean that he hadn't done anything.

He started to feel dizzy as thoughts bombarded him. He was a killer, he had made it as a cursed werewolf for almost thirteen years, and now... now his life was over, and not just his – whoever his poor victims were as well. He deserved whatever happened to him now. He tried to sit up, to ask Madame Pomfrey what was happening, when the wolf reared up in his head. He started shaking it, trying to get the wolf to go away, so he could focus, when Madame Pomfrey's hand grabbed his jaw, and forced a potion down his throat, one to make him fall asleep.

His last thoughts before he lost consciousness to the potion were that he had become a murderer, and that the victims smelled very familiar.

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It took a week for him to wake up properly. He hadn't been aware of how much time had passed, until Madame Pomfrey handed him his clothes to get changed and informed him of the date. He was told that his leg would take a bit more time to heal and he would need to rest it as much as he could.

He was also told to keep the scars on his face clean and was given something to put on them. He would always have the scars, but with the cream, they wouldn't look as severe.

He nodded absently. He had killed people, why would he be concerned about some scars? Once the Ministry was called, he would be put down like the animal that he was. His only thought was why they hadn't collected him already? Maybe they weren't kind enough to kill him in his sleep, they wanted to bring him to the ministry and make him face up to what he had done first, maybe even tell him the names of his victims, make him suffer first. He deserved to suffer for what he'd done.

An hour after he got dressed, Professor McGonagall walked in the room.

"Poppy, has Mr Lupin woken up..." She saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into space. "Ah yes, Mr Lupin, you're finally awake. The headmaster wants you to come to his office. Are you able to make it up there alright, or do you need assistance?"

"I can manage," he said softly, wondering who she would have called for assistance. He stood up and put weight on his leg, testing it out. It still hurt, but was far from the pain he had felt when he had transformed back.

As he walked, he was aware of the limp, but he didn't complain, as Madame Pomfrey gave him a walking stick to help him. He'd only have to deal with it for a few hours before the Ministry took him away. He would be lucky to still be alive tomorrow.

The walk to Dumbledore's office felt extremely long, and so many times he wanted to ask Professor McGonagall who he had hurt, who he had killed, but he was scared to know. He was scared it would be that much more real when he had the names of his victims.

He had let Dumbledore down, and he had proven to his father that he was indeed the monster that his father thought he was.


Sorry to everyone who wanted to know what happened in the tunnel. That will be in the next chapter.

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