A/N: It has been brought to my attention that I've been switching tenses.  I'm really sorry about that.  I'm the only one who reads this before I post, and I'm not great at picking out my own mistakes.  On the subject of Living Dreams, I made them up, so I guess that I own them.  The spell is very bad Latin.  Some of its properties were explained in the last chapter and the rest will be explained in this one.  All dreams will be in italics.  Thanks to reviewers, enjoy.

Remus' POV

          I am standing on a barren plane.  There is nothing around me except for suffocating whiteness.  The light is so intense that it burns my eyes slightly, making them water.  Suddenly a dark shape appears on the horizon.  It advances slowly towards me, becoming clearer and bigger as it comes.  Soon the figure is level with me and I can see that it is none other than Severus Snape.  He punched me right before I came here, my fogged brain recalls. 

          "Hello Lupin," he says to me in a rather sinister voice, "and welcome to your nightmare.  You are inside a Living Dream, created by me, and you cannot escape until I release you.  Not even your boyfriend can save you now."

          What is he talking about?  What's a Living Dream, and what does he know about Sirius?  "What are you talking about Snape?" I ask.  "What's a Living Dream?" 

          He laughs cruelly before saying, "Seeing as you're a half-breed I wouldn't expect you to understand.  A Living Dream is a spell that has been passed down through generations of pure blood families.  While you are under the spell you are under my complete control.  All physical damage that happens to you here will happen to your unconscious body.  But you cannot die.  There is no release for you until I let you go."  I stare at him with wide eyes.

          "How long?" I manage to choke out. 

          "Three days," comes the reply.

          "But that means that I'll be like this for the full moon!" I gasp. 

          "Yes that's true," he says.  Then he laughs.  It is a cold laugh with no humor in it.  "I picked this day because of that little fact."  He really is evil.  "Oh, and Lupin, I wouldn't attempt revenge when you wake up unless you want the whole school to know about your and Black's relationship."

          "How…what…," I stammer.  How does he know about Sirius and me?  Maybe he's bluffing and he knows nothing.

"I walked in on you two snogging the other day," he sneers, "so if you don't want everyone to know I suggest that you put a leash on Black."  That had to just be an expression.  He can't possibly know about Sirius being an animagi too!

          "But that's blackmail!" I exclaim.

          "And I thought you were the bright one of the group Lupin," he says sarcastically.  This is too much for me to take.  I reach for my wand, ready to hex him into next week, but it isn't there.  Instead I hurl myself at him.  It doesn't work.  He stops me with a spell, and throws a punch in my direction.  Instantly I feel a stinging pain in my face where he hit me. 

          "Why," I manage to pant, "Why are you doing this to me?"

          "Why," he snarls, "I'll tell you why.  This is revenge. Revenge for everything you and your little group has ever done to me.  And because you're a werewolf, a queer werewolf who really doesn't deserve the hospitality that this school has given him.  Go back to your forest creature."  I can feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes as these words, along with a series of punches and slaps, are thrown at me.  I won't cry; I mustn't. 

          Then he leaves.  As soon as his figure disappears over the horizon, the images start.  They are horrific, out of my worst nightmares.  In between, there are beatings.  They are painful, but not strong enough to do serious damage; just hurt me a little.  I know that he is doing this on purpose.  He doesn't want to hurt me bad enough to seriously hurt me, just cause me a bit a pain.  Why does he hate me so much?  Doesn't he realize that I didn't choose to be this way?

          The time for my transformation comes.  It is one of the most painful transformations in my memory.  But being in my wolf form doesn't stop the terrible visions that are being sent to me.  I kill my friends and some of my family.  Then I come upon Sirius.  I try to tell my wolf side that he is a friend, not food, but it pays no attention. Sirius begs me to spare him, for me to recognize him, but the wolf refuses listen.  I tear him to bits. 

          This has been going on for what seems like an eternity.  I beg for release, but he doesn't pay any attention.  When will this hellish torture end?

Sirius' POV

          It has been three days since I found Remus on top of the Astronomy tower.  After I took him to the infirmary, I told the story to Peter and James.  We have started plotting revenge.  As soon as we are sure that Snape really attacked him we'll put our plans into action. 

          Yesterday was the full moon.  Since we didn't know what the effects of the spell would be on a werewolf, I had to help carry him down to the Shrieking Shack.  I know that it was a bad night for him because this morning when I went with Madam Pomfrey to get him he was very battered.  She cleaned him up as much as possible, and every hour she force feeds him a healing potion, so that when he wakes up he won't be on the brink of death.

          Now I'm sitting by his bedside.  I was kicked out earlier, but I snuck back under the Invisibility cloak.  I know that I won't be able to sleep tonight, so I might as well keep watch over him. 

          I lay my head down by his hand.  An hour later, just as I'm starting to feel sleepy, something brushes past my cheek.  I sit up abruptly to see that Remus is waking.  He opens his eyes slowly and brings his hand to his head.  He then attempts to sit up, but he is too weak, and he falls back down onto the pillows. 

          "S…Sirius," he whispers groggily, "is that you?"

          "Yes," I whisper back, "It's me.  How do you feel?"

          He pauses for a second before saying, "Remember those hangovers we had after my sixteenth birthday party?"  I nod and he says, "It's like that everywhere on my body."  "And I'm freezing," he adds as an afterthought. 

          "He put you in a Living Dream didn't he?" I ask quietly. 

          "I think that that's what he called it," is the reply.  Then, "what is a Living Dream Siri?"  I know that he likes to know the history of things so I figure that I might as well give it to him. 

          "Well," I start, "Living Dreams are a spell created a long time ago by a healer by the name of Matilda Sanders.  This was in the dark ages when war was always raging.  Her intention was to create something to keep soldiers alive until a healer could get there.  You cannot die while in a Living Dream, and since anything that physically happens to you while in the Dream happens to your body, they could get basic healing.  It saved a lot of lives.  But then the wars became less and less frequent and the spell was forgotten for a while.  But a few centuries it was found again and it has been used by the pure blood families; for rewards and for punishment."  I shudder slightly at the end of this speech, I have felt the effects of this spell more often then I would like to recall.

          He nods slightly and then shivers.  Of course, he'll be freezing, that's one of the aftereffects how could I have forgotten.  I mutter a quick heating spell and his shivering decreases. 

          "You know I'm still a bit cold," he says slyly and he lifts up the corner of the blankets.  That's all the invitation that I need.  I kick off my shoes and climb onto the narrow bed.  It's tight, but we manage. 

          "There's a healing potion on the bedside table," I say.  "It should help with the pain a bit."  I help him into sitting position and hold the cup up while he drinks.  I also give him the water that is next to it to get rid of the bitter aftertaste.  I ease him back down and gently encase him in my arms.  He sighs and snuggles closer.  I close my eyes and soon his breathing becomes regular.  Mine soon joins his as I slip into the dark of sleep. 

                   ~*~

          I awake to the very early morning sun streaming through the curtains that surround our bed.  It was a rough night.  I had to wake him many times because of nightmares.  Beside me Remus is also stirring.  "Good morning sunshine," I say in his ear.  He flips around slowly and smiles at me.

          "Good morning to you too," he answers softly.  I love his voice.  It's not too high and not too low.  Even the cruelest of insults are softened when he says them because of his gentle voice.  It's like music when he speaks; the music of the angels.  He's speaking again, "Thank you for being with me last night, I know that you probably didn't get very much sleep."

          "Do you think that sleep would keep me from being here when you need me?" I ask.  "My dear Moony, what do you take me for?"  He laughs his musical laugh and I cannot stand it anymore, I reach over and press my lips to his.  His mouth is warm and inviting and I'm quickly lost in it.

          A gasp and a crash bring us both quickly back to reality.  I pull away quickly and look up to see Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Dumbledore standing over us.  Madam Pomfrey looks shocked, Professor McGonagall a mix between serious and amused, and Professor Dumbledore very amused.  Oh shit.

          Madam Pomfrey was carrying a tray with food and medicine on it when they came upon us and that is what dropped.  She quickly mutters a spell and the tray reassembles itself.  "Well it appears that Mr. Lupin is feeling better," says Professor Dumbledore cheerfully.  I wonder if anything has ever fazed this man. 

          "Well I assume that you're hungry," says Madam Pomfrey.  Her face is a bit pink, but other than that she seems to have gotten over the initial shock.  Remus nods and I help him sit up.  Then I start to feed him.  This earns me a small smile from Professor McGonagall and a grateful look from Remus.  I know that he hates feeling weak, so I just do it.  He would have been mortified if he had had to ask for help.

          Suddenly Remus says, "You're not going to tell anyone about this are you?"  I can see the fear in his eyes and I feel something similar. 

          "Only if you want me to," says Dumbledore. 

          Remus breaths a sigh of relief and I mirror his actions.  "No, please don't," Remus says. 

          Remus yawns widely.  He must be tired after last night and after three days under a Living Dream for it is not true sleep. 

          "One more thing before I give you a Dreamless Sleep potion," says Dumbledore, "do you know who put you under this spell?"

          "Yes," he says, "it was Snape."  I knew it.

          "I'll let you sleep now," says Dumbledore.  To me he says, "I suggest that you get to your dorms Mr. Black, classes will be starting soon."  I groan, but carefully get out of the bed.  Remus shivers so I pull off my robes and wrap them around him.

          "Good night love," I whisper as I lean in and kiss his forehead.  He smiles at me and returns the sentiment. 

          He is given the potion and just when he's on the brink of sleep he says, "Sirius, don't… don't."  But he never finishes his sentence.  He has fallen into a deep sleep.  I shrug and walk out of the hospital wing.  He can tell me when he wakes up.  Right now I have some revenge to carry out.

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