Status: 11/15
Word Count: 217
Theme: Guest
It was the night of the full moon again. Remus sat quietly on the hard floor of the Shrieking Shack, staring off into space, waiting for the inescapable transformation.
It was so lonely, so painful, and so unfair that he had to go through this. Alone, every month. It was for the better, in the end, so no one else would have to be in danger of being torn apart.
He sighed, and then jumped when a cold wet nose hit him in the side. He scrambled across the floor to his feet and found himself staring into the dark eyes of a black dog. He smiled.
"Well, hello there, fellow. How did you get in here?" He reached forward and patted the dog on the head gently. The dog showed its gratitude by leaning into the touch and began to wag its tail feverishly.
The small moment of peace ended when the pale light of the moon spilled into the room. Remus withdrew his hand as the pains began to set in.
The dog inched forward and rubbed his nose against Remus's cheek. The werewolf smiled weakly as the dog whimpered softly in an assuring manner.
For the first time since he could remember, Remus realized that tonight he wouldn't be alone during the full moon.
