A/N: I swear I haven't forgotten about this fic! It's a combination of not knowing where to go and school starting. But I'm working on it now, I promise. :D

The next day in Charms, Sally decided to ask Remus about it. The two sat nowhere near each other in the class, thanks to how the seating was arranged. The two relied on paper birds to communicate. She was terrified to ask him to his face, so the notes seemed like a much better idea.

When she was sure she could send a paper sparrow across the room without being caught, she pulled out a piece of parchment. She inked her quill and quickly scribbled:

'So, you're a werewolf, then?'

Sally tapped her parchment with her wand. It folded itself into a neatly made sparrow and fluttered towards Remus. It landed in front of him and he glanced around before unfolding it. Sally watched him, biting her bottom lip, hard. He went very pale and put the parchment back down on the desk. He looked over at James, who gave him a concerned look. Remus pushed the note towards his friend, who scanned it, gave him a confused look and then gave Sally the same look. She gulped, looking from James to Remus, who was looking anywhere but at her.

Sally didn't get a response during the duration of the class. Usually, their practice time was when most of the messages got sent, but there was nothing back from Remus. In fact, it didn't seem like he was even trying to master the spell at all. The whole situation was making Sally nervous and she couldn't wait for the lesson to be over so she could talk to him.

When the lessons were finally over, Remus was the first out of the room. Sally scrambled to get her things into her bag and then ran out to catch up with him. At first, she didn't see him. Then, someone grabbed her arm and she saw it was him. He pulled her along a corridor, pushed a tapestry aside with his free hand and led her into the corridor behind.

"Remus, what is going on?" asked Sally, pulling her arm out of his grip and rubbing it. He turned to face her with a grave expression on his face.

"How did you find out?" he asked quietly. She looked at him for a moment, and then her jaw dropped slightly.

"It's true, then?" she asked, her voice squeaking. He sighed heavily, and then nodded. Sally made a noise and took a step back. A hurt look momentarily appeared on Remus' face but quickly left to be replaced by a blank expression.

"Run, then," he sighed, "I wouldn't blame you." He ran his hand through his hair. "Just…how'd you find out, Sally?"

"I…" she trailed off, thinking of Severus, but remembering what he said, "Had suspicions. Research and…I just guessed." She looked at him, shaking her head. "Remus, this is kind of a big deal. When were you going to tell me?"

"I don't know, Sally. I was trying to figure out how," he explained. "It's kind of a hard thing to tell someone. Especially someone you're really attached to." He gave her an uncertain look before looking down at his feet. "You hate me now. Afraid of me."

Sally looked at Remus. He looked like a child who had just been chastised for tracking mud through the house and was now being told his father would deal with him later. He looked nervous and scared and there was no way Sally could see this boy as a monster. Remus was her boyfriend. The same person she spent countless hours in secluded corners of the castle with; the same person who helped her with all those assignments. She'd be the first to admit, the idea of him being what he was scared her and she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to see him in such a state. Yet how he was at that moment…That was Remus. That was her Remus.

Sally licked her bottom lip, looking at him. She shook her head and went to close the space between them. He took several steps back until he met the wall behind him. She gave him a slight smile before taking his face in both of her hands, pulling him down to her height and kissed him. When she pulled away, he had a surprised look on his face.

"So…does this mean you still…" he trailed off, clearing his throat. "Want me?" Sally giggled, giving him another kiss on the lips.

"Yes, I do," she told him, "But you've got a lot of explaining to do." He nodded slowly.

"Fair enough," he sighed. "You might want to sit down, then. This might take a while." She stood two steps back and Remus slid down the wall into a sitting position on the floor. Sally sat herself next to him, slightly angled so she could see him better.

"So, what do you want to know?"

"Everything," said Sally shortly. "The scars, why you told your friends, how you get away with such a thing in a place like this." He nodded and smiled.

"I figured as much," he said. "Well, the scars are from when I was attacked as a child…"

Remus went on to explain everything Sally wanted to know. He was afraid to go into detail about anything at first, but at her pressing for more, he told her everything. At times, Sally made a face and he'd stop and tell her it was alright to leave at any time, but she would just shake her head and tell him she wasn't going anywhere. When he was finished, Sally sat there and thought for a while. It was a lot to take in and a lot more to try and be okay with it, but for Remus, she would try.

"Do you want to run yet?" questioned Remus after a few minutes of silence. Sally shook her head and leaned over to give him a kiss.

"I'm not going anywhere, Remus," she told him. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere." He smiled and grabbed her hand.

"Thank you, Sally. Thank you so, so much." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"Thank you for finally being totally honest with me," she said. She looked down at their hands and then back at Remus.

"You realize we just skipped an entire lesson, right?" she asked. He shrugged.

"I don't really care, Sally. Not at all." He leaned over and kissed her again, perfectly content with staying with his girlfriend, and enjoying the newfound harmony between the two.