The Wolf

Remus quite surprised at a wolf, talking to him, and answering back, realized once more this wasn't just a wolf... but that was himself, and he could talk. Or was he just imagining this?

"Wha—Why didn't you talk before?" he asked slightly surprised and angry.

"It was not my place to talk, seeing I had no answer," he growled. Remus just got red.

"Are you just meant to pester me?" he snarled. The wolf didn't answer. He acted as if he never had talked before, but looked at Remus wisely, but confused he was still talking to him. Remus watched with complete confusion, not knowing what to say, do, or think any more. He waited a while in silence. There was no noise except the click clacking of hard claws from the wolf hitting an unknown surface. It was too silent... too boring. Nothing laid here, nothing to do, nothing to think. It was nothing here. Suddenly, he said aloud, supposedly talking to the wolf, although not knowing if he really could talk or not.

"Don't you ever... get frustrated living like this?" he asked.

The wolf just gave him a sad look as if to say yes, but didn't say so. Remus sighed frustrated. It was this wolf that had ruined his life, this wolf, which made him who he is... Remus was the one to be pitied because of the wolf, but he found himself actually pitying the wolf because of his boring self!

Before he could say or do anything, a loud crack and a boom shook him up and made him flinch. The wolf tossed his crania back and let out a howl of surprise and anger.

Before he knew it, his eyes snapped open to find himself sliding to the left of himself off of the supporting trunk he was leaning against. Putting his hand down instinctively, slightly scratching his palm on the ground to catch himself, he looked up to see that the noise had been thunder, and it was raining on him. From being snowing a few days ago, and the atmosphere being very cold, the rain came down like sharp icy cold needles hitting his back. What surprised him was that he didn't even move. The rain kept pounding, but he kept staring. It frustrated him. He had finally gotten to see his wolf, be able to ask questions... try to figure more about he side he didn't know about, like knowing the dark side of the... moon.

He sighed. Looking up, seeing the needle like rain fall down and sting his face. Suddenly, it felt as though something itchy was pounding in his head, and then went tingling down to his nose, lifting a hand to his nose to find him in a sneezing fit. After about three sneezes, he decided, maybe it was about time he left before he got even sicker. He stood up, and slowly walked inside the castle, pushing the great oak doors open into the great hall, and then lean tiredly like he'd never woke up, against the stone wall, feeling the icy feeling of the stone on his back. It was that chilly he could feel the temperature with his thick robes one. He sighed. What to do next? He couldn't keep his mind off the depressing dream and the conversation with his wolf, and the bad images that he would see tonight, eating an innocent rabbit, or something horrible that would probably make his life harder to live with. There was the Library... but it as so early, it probably wasn't open...

Then, eyeing the silvery figure of Peeves warily float by in the distance cackling evilly, he decided to leave as quick as possible, not wanting to get ticked at peeves as well as he had with Snape. He sighed seeing nowhere else to go except to the common room. Trudging up the steps gloomily, getting glances from the paintings that hung on the stonewalls while he walked up to the common room. Occasionally getting comments on if he was feeling okay form his appearance. He didn't answer, leaving the worried paintings in the dust and making remarks about how rude he was.

He didn't really give a damn about the paintings anyways.

Then, getting to the fat lady, eyes underlined with deep circles and he looked tired and worn out. The fat lady gave a concerned look, but ignored it and continued her job.

"Password?" she boomed.

Remus sighed boredly and tiredly.

"Swedish Short Snout scales" he sighed having to repeat the obnoxious tongue twister every time he wanted to get to his own house.

The painting swung open leaving the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.

He almost felt better as he entered, the fire, crackling and showing life and fiery confidence as it burned. The temperature was much more comfortable than outside. He looked around, noticing how lively the room was in scarlet and gold, so lively, and happy, unlike his mood which was grey, black and cold...

He was going to just walk right out seeing no one here, when he noticed how inviting the squishy plump scarlet couch looked right then. Right by the fire too... it was too much. He couldn't sleep all night, and he was feeling so horrible then, he just wanted to lie on the couch all weekend and lay there with no feeling and no trouble, but yet, that wouldn't happen. Legs getting tired form standing so long, he finally plopped down in the couch and his bones ached form sitting up and being so tired in the morning, and at the thought of the full moon making him feel uncomfortable on how it felt to change. He then sighed, looking into the fire, head leaned against a pillow. No one was in the common room; it was empty... just how he wanted it. No one... No one at all...

Except for the wolf, howling inside his head.

His eyes began to close, and his ears began to stop pounding from the howling that was going on in there and he actually felt peaceful unlike what he was just feeling seconds ago. Right when he was actually feeling like his life would turn around—

A Loud slam of the portrait door swung open and some one hopped I rather in a happy bouncy mood. How could some one feel so happy when Remus felt so horrible? He bolted up, his ears twitching in a wolf like way at the noise and he covered them at the loud appearance. Who else could it be but one of the most mischievous one he knew?

Sirius Black.

He waltzed in as if he owned the world and sighed looking rather happy indeed, a mischievous smirk stamped across his face that Remus took as the sign 'Busted' from doing something stupid or something Remus knew he could ask "What did you do now?" and get a foolish answer.

What was he doing out so early anyway? It must have been 4 AM!

He walked into the common room, not noticing Remus until he gave a rather loud cough as if to gain his attention. Sirius stopped his proud happy walk with the bounce in his step when he saw the very gloomy ill looking Remus just sitting there staring into the flames. Sirius knew this look... he knew what was on his mind. His mischievous smirk disappeared and replaced itself with a grim concerned face.

Remus ignored him completely, but looked half dead and hypnotized staring in the fire. Sirius gave him a pat on the shoulder, which brought Remus to life. He turned his head slowly to Sirius, eyes closed, but opened them as he looked at Sirius's startling icy blue eyes giving him intense attention, only to give three supporting words, or so he thought.

"Its okay Moony..."

What was that? No... it wasn't okay. Sirius didn't know how he felt. He felt outraged, annoyed at everything happening with his life. He couldn't help what came out of his mouth then. It wasn't just Sirius that ticked him off... it was everything that had happened to him. Every thing that he had to live with and still was living with.

"No..." he mumbled at first sadly and like a depressed child. Its okay? How did he know? He had no idea. Memories filled his head of the accident of Sirius playing a trick on Severus, he, practically killing him, only using Remus's dezies to advantage—No. No, he didn't understand!

"No! No Sirius it's not okay!!!" he shouted outraged. He was actually surprised at his sudden shout. He hadn't talked all day, and the first words were in anger? In hate of his own friend? He wished Sirius could of lived the way he had to live, to understand how he felt, how he lived, how hard it was. These words that came from Sirius's mouth were false. If only Sirius knew! If only he could switch places with one as happy as him, show him how his life was, how depressing, how painful.

"You have no idea what I feel! No idea how I live!!! How I think!!!" he shouted outraged. "WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH! WHAT I'M STILL GOING THROUGH!" he shouted, now hot tears stung at his eyes as he shouted this, but he didn't cry, that was the girly thing to do. He just sat there outraged at his whole life...

Sirius just stared with shock at this outburst. Groans and complaints were heard form the boys and girls in their dorm above. Sirius just opened his mouth stunned.

"Moony I—"He tried to say reaching for Remus's shoulder to pat him affectionately but Remus stood up.

"I... I'm gonna take a walk" he said weakly, voice trembling at his own outburst and behavior and leaving Sirius there with his hand sticking out to pat him, but now patting nothing as he watched Remus leave. Dark brown, almost black hair messy from probably just getting out of bed to go out and find some random girls to bother for the day. So Remus left him standing there like the idiot he was. As he left, He could have sworn he heard James walking over to Sirius and say -


"Oi, Padfoot, let him go..." as if he had heard the whole thing. He heard Peter rush after him and try to follow him calling his name and waddling as fast as he could to the portrait hole. As soon as he caught up and reached for him, Remus slammed the portrait shut in his face, not even realizing it. Every one had heard everything.

So what...

((Ohhh, some one needs anger management-- er... sorry... Review. yay... None yet. Well, I DID just start. Hope you like it so far.))