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Just a Bite

I swing Remus into my arms, humming a song while dancing around with him on the beach outside our cottage in Hawaii. There's an old muggle radio here, and it's playing one of my favorite songs- Take the Money and Run. Great song. Remus giggles as I spin him around, crooning out the words to him and kicking sand everywhere. He joins in, his beautiful high tenor voice mixing with my slightly lower voice.

"Take the money and run!" I shout, grinning at Remus and snatching his "money" (aka a hunk of Honeyduke's chocolate) and running away like the dickens down the beach, cackling like a lunatic the entire time.

Unfortunately for me, Remus is a cheater. I'm sprinting along, thinking I'm doing so well because I'm nearly halfway down the beach, when Remus blows right by me, voice gleefully laughing in the beautiful morning air. Stupid werewolf... He's able to run extremely and deceptively fast, another effect of the werewolf curse.

He runs at me, smacking into me to bring me down, which he is successful in doing. His hands grab at the chocolate, reaching hungrily for it, but I'm not to be swayed that easily. I pin him down with my legs, practically sitting on his chest with a look of delight on my face, waving the chocolate in front of his face.

"You want this Rem? You want it?" I ask him like one would ask a dog and he growls against me, struggling harder against my vice-like arm restraints. I start tickling him, tickling him mercilessly and not stopping. I cant tell, but instead of laughing, he's starting to panic. His breath is coming in slamming huffs and he's wiggling around and making a strange keening noise. I reach the chocolate down to wave by his nose, but instead of seeing Remus laugh I see his face contort into a snarling mask and he's growling and I stop in my tracks- why is he acting like this? Before I can pull my hand back he lunges at me like a caged animal, sinking his sharp teeth into my arm.

"Ow!" I cry, dropping the chocolate and pulling my arm away from Remus's absolutely horrified gaze. I watch at the bite mark on my arm, a bite mark that looks so much like the bite mark of a dog, not a human, slowly ooze four drops of bright red blood that trail down my arm and fall onto Remus's shirt.

Remus is watching this with the most self-loathing and pure horror that I've ever seen on his face. His breathing speeds up and he starts struggling against me wildly, thrashing around on the sand until I fall off of him with a thump. He scrambles up and backs away from me, eyes huge and terrified. When I start to get up he turns around and takes off, running down the beach faster than I've ever seen him run before.

I get up and shake the sand out of my clothes- what's wrong with him? It's just a bite mark. I've bitten him loads of times before and he never gets upset like this. I look at the bite on my arm again quizzically, wondering why Remus reacted this way. It's not like he really hurt me or anything... I prod one of the teeth marks and wipe away the droplets of blood with my shirt. It's really not bad at all- it barely broke the skin. I start jogging after Remus, knowing I'll never catch up to him, when I stop and hit myself on the head.

"Sirius Orion Black, you're so bloody STUPID!" I shout, now running after Remus. Of course Remus was going to freak out. Werewolves who bite humans are either thrown in Azkaban or executed. That's one of Remus's worst fears, and he probably thinks now that he bit me he'll be dragged off to Azkaban and murdered. As if I'd ever EVER let that happen to my Remus. I don't care that he bit me. And I think that the Ministry only have that warning for werewolves when they are transformed- when Remus is back to his human self he's completely harmless and he can't transmit the disease.

I'm sprinting now; I have to catch up with Remus and tell him it's okay and convince him he's not going to die or be executed or have to go to Azkaban. I follow his light footprints almost all the way down the beach, and they lead to our cottage. The door is thrown open, and a stack of papers on the table has been knocked over. I walk through the small little house, looking around for Remus and listening for him.

"REMUS!" I shout, peering into our bedroom and the bathroom.

"REM! WHERE ARE YOU?" I hear a choked little sniffle coming from our closet. My heart breaking for my husband, I get on my hands and knees to peer through the wooden slots near the bottom of the door.

"Remus?" I whisper, staring into the darkness to try and find him. He snarls, and I see two wide eyes appear in the gloom, their golden irises huge with fear.

"Go away!" he sobs out, eyes disappearing as he backs further into the closet, choking cries ripping out of his chest. I go to open the door, desperate to comfort him, to make him stop crying, to make him feel alright.

He slams his body against the door, preventing me from opening it, shrieking "GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!" I jump back from the closet, shocked that Remus is losing his control like that. Getting up and brushing off my shorts, I cast one last upset glance at Remus's hideout and hurry towards the fireplace.

I throw some Floo powder in and step into the green flames, shouting "JAMES POTTER'S KITCHEN" as I get whisked away. I rumble head over heels out of the James's fireplace, getting soot all over Lily's rug.

"Sirius?" Lily asks, poking her head in from the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon in Hawaii, not here back in England.

"Lily, you have to help me!" I beg desperately, hopping up and dragging her over to the fireplace again.

"Remus and I were playing on the beach and I freaked him out and he bit me and now he's hiding in the closet and he thinks he's going to die and it's all my fault and... And..." I manage to get out, still clutching onto Lily's arm. She brushes thick red hair out of her way, laying her other hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay, Sirius. Breathe. It's okay. Where is he? I'll try to talk to him." she tells me as I try to get my breathing under control. She grabs a pinch of Floo powder from a little vase on a shelf over the fireplace and throws it in, both of us stepping in.

"He's in our closet in that cottage we rented. But he's really freaked out and he screamed at me to go away." I say, and Lily's eyes are sad. She hates seeing Remus upset, almost more than I do, because no one can ever feel anything like the horrible, gut-wrenching anguish I feel when Rem is upset about anything.

"Sea Breeze Cottage!" Lily yells into the fire, and we're spinning through the Floo network to crash onto the floor in me and Remus's rented house. Lily gets up and rushes into our bedroom with me close on her heels, throwing the closet door open and dropping down onto her knees.

"SIRIUS! GO AWA-" Remus stops his shout abruptly.

"Lily?" he asks, voice tiny and scared. Lily holds out her arms to him and Remus nearly throws himself at her, burying his face onto her shoulder with great heaving sobs. I sit behind Lily, aching to be the person that comforts Remus. Lily wraps her arms around him securely and kisses his hair while he cries onto her shoulder.

"L-lily, I-I-I b-bit hi-i-im! I b-bit him and h-he'll n-never forg-g-give m-me and I'm g-g-onna g-go t-to-o Az-zkab-ban!" he wails, stumbling over his words as he gets more and more upset. Lily just strokes his hair, letting him cry it out before she talks to him.

"I d-don't w-want-t to-o d-die, L-lily! I w-want-t to St-t-tay w-w-with S-sirius-!"

"Remus..." Lily says softly.

"Honey, you're not going to Azkaban. Sirius is fine. He's here right now. It's okay, it's okay... Shh..." He lifts his head off her shoulder, and his eyes are bloodshot, tears dripping down his cheeks and off his pointed little chin.

"Aw, Rem..." I murmur, scooting over next to Lily and gently removing him from Lily, letting him sit on my lap and hide his face in my hair.

"ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorry." he blurts out, and I feel hot tears drip down my neck and slide onto my shirt. I just hug him tighter, and Lily rests her arm on his shaking back.

"Love, there's nothing to apologize for. I'm perfectly fine. It was my fault. Just stop crying, it's alright! There's my Moony." I say softly when he sniffs for the last time and curls his knees up to his chest, trying to make himself as small as possible. I have a seventeen year old werewolf sitting on my lap, pressed up against my chest and shaking like a leaf. I brush a kiss onto the smooth skin of his forehead and will him to relax.

I'd never let them take him to Azkaban. I'd volunteer to go in his place no matter what.