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Saturday, November 6th, 1976

Full Moon

The vicious sound of bone breaking, and anguished screams reverberated down the dark tunnel.

A witch flung her hand out to the side and sought out that of her 'twin', his larger hand enveloped her and he squeezed once in comfort—he understood, it hurt him to hear it as well.

Thankfully the werewolf had gone through most of his growing, so the transformations weren't nearly as agonising as they had been when he was undergoing growth spurts.

It was only after the screams quieted, and they heard a low howl race down the tunnel—pulling at their pack bond—that they all shifted into their other forms.

The fox, the stag, the grim, the wolf and the rat headed towards the end of the tunnel, only to emerge into the small room that lay in wait for them.

The sandy blond haired werewolf barked in greeting once they all filtered inside, and a chorus of various noises came in response.

For the most part it was a relaxed evening: not even an an hour later the animals had all gathered together for warmth, and were well on their way to the land of dreams and night terrors.

The fox however, lay awake from her place on top of the snow white wolf, keeping a firm eye on the brown rat slumbering in the space between the stag's antlers—until she realised that the rat was not asleep at all, but its beady dark eyes were wide open and staring right back at her.

Sunday, November 7th, 1976

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Draco rubbed at a knot in his neck as he stepped through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor Common Room—James and Sirius had dragged him off to the kitchens to get a mid-afternoon snack, but they'd stumbled across Marlene and Mary; it would be a gross understatement to say that he had been uncomfortable, especially since the former was dutifully giving him the cold shoulder.

They'd sat there in awkward silence on opposite sides of the kitchen before Draco couldn't take it anymore, abruptly standing up, clapping Sirius and James on the shoulder before he excused himself and hastily exited the warm and cozy cocoon the kitchen had wrapped them in; which is how he he ended up coming back to the tower on his own.

The tower was buzzing with activity: wix were in groups of various sizes, laughing, finishing off assignments for tomorrow that they'd put off, relaxing or simply having a chat.

Draco shoved his hands into the front pockets of his faded jeans, scrunching up his nose as he sought out familiar faces, only to spot Hermione and Remus over by the fireplace—they were extraordinarily close together, and Remus had just said something to make Hermione burst into laughter.

With a deep exhale Draco decided that he didn't want to intrude so he turned on his heel and headed back from whence he came—the desire to smoke a fag began to itch at his brain.

Draco was out of the Common Room in record time, unaware that a raven haired girl had her gaze locked on his retreating form.

Probably go down to Hagrid's for a cuppa whilst I'm out, Draco mused as quickly descended the staircase; he hadn't properly visited with the half-giant in almost a month.

Yet as he made his way through the castle, thoughts were furiously running through his mind, thoughts about someone he could not have.

Sunday, January 24th, 1999

Lupin Den

"Where the brave at heart dwell my arse," Sirius growled as he glared at the trunk in front of him.

The two wizards have levitated the trunks into Sirius's room, and had been quietly scrutinising them for the past ten minutes—as if waiting for them to burst open, as if a monstrous tongue would whip out of it, wrap tightly around them and then drag them back into its cold depths.

"Alright, this is getting bloody ridiculous. Let's just open them," Remus said, "it would probably help the search for Riley go much faster."

"Mooooonnnyyyy," Sirius whinged, lolling his head in Remus's direction and sticking his bottom lip out.

Remus dutifully ignored his best mate, narrowing his eyes at the trunk as he carefully approached it—his hand reaching into his pocket where he'd tucked the key to padlock on the trunk.

"Blood wards, that witch really is something," Remus muttered as he recalled that day in March all those years ago when she'd gifted it to him.

Remus recalled some of the poetry that Hermione had written for him, and a faint smile brushed his lips, pure as starlight, as beautiful as the rising sun as it kisses the sky and greets a new day.

He'd been fortunate to love two incredible witches in his lifetime, and he suddenly found himself extremely grateful for that fact.

Remus withdrew the key as he squatted down in front of the trunk—the metal seemed to grow hotter by the second against his skin—and with a deep breath he inserted the key into the lock, pressing his lips together as he turned the key, and a loud click echoed through the room.

"Mate," Sirius whispered, peering over Remus's shoulder as the werewolf removed the padlock, gently placing it on the ground beside him before he braced his hands against cover, twisting to look at Sirius.

"Well, open it," Sirius urged, bending down so he was level with Remus.

"Easy for you to say," Remus muttered, and then he finally did what both of them had been needlessly scared of for weeks, he opened the chest.