Moony: Year 1

Tuesday
7 September, 1971

Yesterday was a blur to Remus, he remembered bits and pieces and mostly sleeping. Around noon he had woke up to what he thought was Lily and one of his roommates talking very loudly to Madam Pomfrey. The words he didn't fully remember except in bits and pieces.

Something about him, and checking up on him, and apparently he had gone to 'see his mother' after all.

When he woke up this morning he felt better, still sore and tired, not as hungry as he should be but it didn't matter to him. He wanted to get out of the infirmary and get back into class.

"Please, I am fine. Mum used to have me walk around anyway after a moon, and I don't want to slacking at the beginning of the year."

"Your teachers already said it is fine for you to be behind, Remus."

Madam Pomfrey carefully rewrapped the bandages around his torso, her face showing she was mostly focusing on her work and not on the request the patient was giving.

"Please, I promise I won't strain myself. If I even feel a little bit tired I will come straight back here."

The matron sighed and looked up at the boy, the dark rings under his pleading eyes were still there though slightly lessoned.

"Wouldn't you be fine with one more day, just to be sure?"

"No, not really."

Remus made his eyes bigger, he knew breakfast was already happening and it would be easy to go up, change and get his books. Maybe he could even sneak in a nap into History of Magic if the subject was an easy read.

Madam stared at him for a few more minutes before shying in defeat.

"Fine, but eat your breakfast first."

"Thank you, Miss!"

Remus turned his head and grabbed the plate with the buttered toast and eggs on it, picking at the toast first and shyly eating some of the eggs. He just felt relief that he could try and get his homework done before it was due.

Charms practice, Transfiguration essay, Potions reading, and the beginning of his star chart for last Wednesday's sky. Maybe he should just draw a big moon and label is SUNDAY'S SKY.

He chuckled to himself as he put the plate down, moving to stand up and get out of the bed. Next week he fully planned on getting out of the bed the day after the moon. If he chose to stay for the rest of the six years ahead he was going to have more classes and homework.

The young werewolf sat up and pushed the blankets off himself, swinging his legs carefully over the side of the bed and standing up. He wobbled a little but was more or less stable, though when he took a step a twinge of pain raced up the leg that he was used to chaining up.

It was normal for post-moon, and sometimes pre-moon symptoms. It had been broken, bitten, and dislocated a lot in the short time span, he would just have to be careful on it like it was sprained and it would be fine.

"Alright, McGonagall sent your school things down yesterday so when you recovered you wouldn't have to strain too much."

She laid down Remus' robes and shoes onto the bed next to him; on top were his school books and his bag that he carried them all in. Remus frowned, but said nothing about not wanting to carry all the required books for this year around.

"I suggest you get dressed, don't rush yourself if the bell rings before you get to your first class. They will understand."

Madam Pomfrey left, making sure the curtains around the bed were shut tight leaving Remus to change in privacy. The young Gryffindor putting the hair band around his wrist instead of tying back his hair so he could hide how tired and worn he looked.

By the time he gathered his books, breakfast was nearing an end. The halls of the school were starting to fill with the chatter of students already hurrying to their first class or at least the general vicinity of it.

Remus pushed back the curtains and made a slow, and slightly limping, journey toward the door only stopping when Madam Pomfrey called to him.

"I want you back in here in the evening so I can look at that side wound. I know it is healing faster than some bites, but it still was pretty bad."

"Alright, I'll come around dinner."

He didn't wait for her to change the time before pushing the doors open and leaving. He left just as first period began to start, and hurried as fast as his leg would allow to the Charms classroom.


Lily found herself sitting with Pandora, a Ravenclaw with great knowledge but on nothing that could really be used in a Charms classroom. The girl kept leaning over and whispering something to her equally Ravenclaw, blond, and weird Xeno…Xeno-something. Lily had decided to just call him Xeno.

They were nice, just very distracted at times.

The class was currently taking notes as the small as ever Professor Flitwick talked in his high, squeaky voice about the basic charms and their practical purposes. His talk was cut off with the classroom's door opening and a figure limping in slowly; brown hair mostly hiding his face from view.

"Sorry 'm late, Professor…jus' got in…" Remus mumbled, looking away from the eyes that were now on him and looking at him like he was something really interesting.

"It is alright, my boy. Find an empty seat, I am sure your seat partner will be happy to give you the notes if not just come talk to me."

Near Lily, Black seemed to huff at that. He had come into his class five minutes late because he got lost and got a detention slip, and here was Lupin coming in and getting off for nothing.

Eyes watched as Remus moved over and sat down in the first seat he saw, right next to Peter Pettigrew, and started to go through his bag to find his parchment.

"Alright, where was I?"

Flitwick brought everyone, but a few wandering eyes, back to him and started back up on his talking. Lily went back to her notes but glanced at Remus ever so often.

He looked even worse than when she and James had left him in the infirmary, and was limping when he walked. Something wasn't settling right with her, and she couldn't put her finger on it.

Remus scratched out what he could onto the parchment, though the exhaustion of the walk was starting to get to him. His house was much smaller than the castle he was currently residing in.

He didn't let it bother him though and pushed on through the notes, ignoring the eyes that he knew were still watching him, those green eyes filled with concern.

He was fine, like always. He could conquer this problem like any other problem, ignoring all signs of pain so no one will know of his discomfort.