A/N: Everything after the title, "Night of the Scar, 1997" is dedicated to BrennaM. After all, it was her idea. :) Also, the things in italics (in the first part) are from the future. And, when Remus transforms, I imagine that this clothes morph into him, so he still has them when he changes back to human. My rules, I know that it isn't that way in the book/movie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Night of the Scar, 1979
Remus entered the Shrieking Shack, followed by a dog and a stag. He was very confused. Why wasn't he as tired as he usually was? Why didn't he have the usual sense of foreboding? He stared out the window, preparing for his transformation. He didn't have to wait long. The full moon peeked over the horizon. Remus felt the usual blood rush and skin hardening as he changed into a wolf. He waited expectantly for the usual losing battle to keep his mind. But to his surprise, it never came.
Moony turned around, staring at the dog and the stag. (Sirius and James) he thought, recognizing them. He wagged his tail, eyes brightening. He watched as Sirius turned back to a human. "Nod if you recognize me," said Sirius cautiously, ready to transform if he couldn't.
Moony nodded eagerly. James turned to human. "And me too?" At Moony's nod, the humans grinned ecstatically.
"It worked! It worked!" said Sirius, jumping up and down in excitement.
"What worked?" wondered James.
"The potion!" At that, Sirius's skin turned black, and he resembled a rotten raisin. "Oh no, bloody hell, I wasn't supposed to say," groaned Sirius. "Where's Her-Katie?"
"Use the mirror," suggested James.
"Good idea. Lily has it right now, doesn't she?"
"Yes, shout good and loud though, they might be sleeping," suggested James.
Moony was shaking his head no very emphatically, but Sirius ignored him, leaving the room. Moony was about to chase Sirius when a voice no one wanted to hear was heard behind them.
"So we meet again, James," Voldemort hissed.
James turned around, wand out, eyes wide in horror. "Whatever you want, you won't be getting from me," said James.
"Exactly, I don't want anything from you," said Voldemort, turning to the furiously growling Moony. Moony leapt at Voldemort, jaws snapping. Oh, if he could bite Voldemort, that sure would mess up his regime!
Volemort conjured chains and flung them at Moony. Moony dodged them.
Remus sat in his study, tracing his scar. Voldemort had given him it eighteen years ago today. To his amazement, the scar which he'd carried for so long, faded smoothly away, leaving bare, unmarked skin in its place.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" shouted James in a fury. Voldemort conjured a shield, which deflected the spell back to James. James dodged it and tried again. "PATRIFICUS TOTALUS!" Voldemort, in response, stepped aside, leaving the spell to crash into the wall, conjuring chain after chain to fling at Moony, while the wolf managed to dodge each one.
Sirius heard the commotion. Recognizing Voldemort's voice, he frantically shouted into the Mirror for help.
Lily appeared, looking very annoyed. "Sirius, what do you want? Filch is after you, isn't he?" She raised an eyebrow at Sirius's raisiny appearance.
"NO! IT'S VOLDEMORT! GET DOWN HERE! HE'S AFTER MOONY!"
Lily's eyes widened in horror. "I'M ON MY WAY!" She pushed the Mirror back under her pillow and shook Katie awake. "Come on, it's an emergency! Voldemort is after Moony in the Shrieking Shack! Let's get James and Sirius's brooms!"
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. The pair frantically scampered to the boys's room, got on the brooms, and used a spell to open the window. Hermione hated flying, but right now she was too worried about Remus. (He never told me about this) she thought to herself. (I wonder why?) They used a spell to open a window in the Shrieking Shack, and hurried downstairs.
When Moony saw Katie, he froze, momentarily forgetting about Voldemort. (She knows) he thought, this heart breaking. She looked angry. Voldemort, seizing his chance, magically wrapped several chains around the werewolf.
"NO!" shouted Lily and Hermione. Hermione was in a rage at Voldemort, also feeling a bit of irony. Just when she'd thought she was done battling the dark lord, here he was again.
Voldemort drew out a knife and a cloth, hurrying forward. James, Lily, Sirius, and Hermione all at once shouted spells to release Moony. As the chains loosened, Voldemort cut Remus's paw and swiped the cut with the cloth. Moony yelped in pain and leapt at Voldemort, jaws wide.
Voldemort dodged the teeth and claws, running for the exit of the Shack. He conjured things to be thrown at Moony and the others as he escaped. When he was gone, Moony gave a sorrowful look at Katie, whined, and ran upstairs, limping on his injured paw.
Remus felt a strange sensation on his hand. Looking down, he saw a scar appearing there, longer than his original scar. (It still happened) he realized, disappointed.
Hermione flicked her wand at Sirius, setting him right, then ran after Remus. The others were about to as well, when Lily stopped them. "Let her take care of him. We need to go to Dumbledore straight away," she urged.
Hermione stumbled into the bed room after Moony. She heard whining coming from underneath the covers of the bed. "Remus?" she said. The whining turned into a low growl. (I think he wants me to leave. I'm not going to, his paw needs tending to!) "Remus, let me see your paw." The growling grew louder.
Hermione marched over to the bed, forcefully pulling off the covers. Moony cowered there, licking his paw. "Don't do that! Here's my handkerchief." She used magic to gently wrap her handkerchief around his paw so the bleeding would stop. Moony whimpered, not looking at her. He felt deeply ashamed to have her seeing him in this condition.
"Remus, it's ok. I don't care that you're a werewolf. In fact, I think it makes you special."
Moony turned towards her, scarcely daring to believe his ears.
Seeing the vulnerable look in his eyes, Hermione couldn't stop herself from spilling out what she'd been wanting to say. "You know the potion you've been taking? I made it so you could keep your mind when you transform. I figured out that you're a werewolf for myself, and I wanted to do you that favor. I - I really like you, Remus." Hermione smiled, gingerly reaching out to his ears and scratching them.
Moony closed his eyes in bliss. He'd never felt so happy since Sirius, James, Peter, and Lily had accepted him as a werewolf. Shyly he setting into her lap as she massaged his back. Since he was a wolf, Hermione didn't feel it was strange to be doing it. She gently picked up his injured paw. "Does it hurt much?"
Moony shook his head. Voldemort hadn't cut too deep, since he'd been in a hurry. Hermione softly set his paw back down. She leaned back into the pillows behind her, feeling quite comfortable. (I wonder what Harry will be doing without me) she thought. She tried to blink back her tears, but found she couldn't hold them anymore. She sat there, petting Moony and crying softly. At first, Moony didn't notice, but soon his sensitive ears picked up the sound of sniffling. He looked up, concerned. He could see her eyes look overly bright, and realized she was crying.
He sat up, cursing his lack of voice. What could he do? He saw a tear trickling down her cheek, and hesitantly licked it away. Hermione smiled. He did that for every tear, and soon she was giggling a little. He placed a paw on her shoulder, whined a little, and tilted his head, with an expression that clearly said, 'What's wrong?'
"Are you asking me what's wrong?" inquired Hermione. When she saw him nod, she sighed. "I miss Harry, Ron, and most of all - my parents - " with that, her tears broke out anew.
Moony began licking her all over her face, sending her back into giggles. "You know you're not allowed to do that as a human, right?"
Moony's eyes crinkled, his eyes holding a mischievous look, and Hermione guessed he was smiling. It was rather comical to see that expression on his face. When physically he appeared so vicious, he really had the temperament of a harmless puppy. He nodded slowly and laid himself back down on her lap. Hermione closed her eyes. She'd just be here, just a few more minutes...just a couple more...Before they knew it, they were both asleep.
Night of the Scar, 1997
Snape glanced over at Weasley, a sadistic smile on his face. He'd managed to find a reason to give him detention, and currently he was cleaning up frog guts without magic. Unfortunately, Harry had behaved himself, so he wouldn't be able to join his friend the lovely activity. How disappointing.
An odd sensation on his arm interrupted Snape's thoughts. He pulled up his sleeve to investigate. Just in time, he caught the Dark Mark fading before his eyes. A rush of a powerful memory entered his mind.
Voldemort approached Severus in the Hog's Head, appearing to be in quite the dangerous mood. "Severus, you fool," he griped, his voice low and dangerous.
"Did I not do well?" questioned Severus, confused.
"Do well? You insolent brat. I used the blood, but it didn't work. He wasn't a werewolf, he was an animagus."
"I can assure you, he is most definitely a -"
"You will pay for your treachery! Imperio!" Voldemort hissed. He ordered him to leave the Hog's Head. Snape dazedly went out to a remote place. "Crucio!" spat Voldemort.
Snape had never been on the receiving end of an Unforgivable before. He'd never known such pain in his life. He began crying a little.
"I never want to see you again, Snivellus." With that, Voldemort left.
Snape frowned. He knew he was perfectly sane, and he hadn't taken any potions that would make him go off his rocker. What could have possibly affected Remus so that his blood wouldn't have worked? (Wolfsbane potion would, but that hadn't been invented yet) Scowling, he decided the matter wasn't worth debating. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were gone. Besides, thinking about Remus was hardly the way he wanted to spend the evening.
Suddenly a volley of other altered memories consumed him. During all the times he would have gone to Death Eater meetings, he spent at home instead, skulking and brewing potions. He saw a small scar appear on his left hand. His eyes rather narrow, he remembered how he'd gotten it. He was cutting up dragon tongue for a potion, when he'd cut himself pretty badly instead. (But no, I was at a Death Eater meeting at the time) Sighing irritably, he wondered if this was some sort of prank done on him by Harry. (Unfortunately, I can't prove that.) Shaking off the incident, he decided to amuse himself more by watching Weasley for the rest of his detention.
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Preview of next chapter: "Hi Remus," she said. Remus took her hand in his, gazing at the fire thoughtfully.
"So, Remus," started Sirius. Remus looked at him with a worried expression. Sirius had the kind of grin on his face when he was about to start mischief. "You and Katie are going out now."
Remus gave him a puzzled expression, wondering where this was leading. "Yes," he admitted cautiously.
