-1 Me don't own. Except Moony's feelings of course. :P
His eyes were locked on the moon shining above him, and he was relieved to see that it was only a mere silver tonight. Remus was fiddling with the edge of his shirt, twirling it around his fingers, as he looked at his best mates that were sleeping in their beds. Sirius was scratching his face with his right hand between loud snoars, James was grinning, and Peter was tossing and turning back and forth around his bed. Remus was the only one that wasn't asleep, and for once it didn't bother the Marauder like it usually would have. He stopped fiddling with his night shirt, and placed his hands on the cool window surface.
The moon...it represented everything to Remus good and bad, and with it came great pain, struggle, and friendship. The moon was his curse, his fear, and inner demon, and each month during the full moon he would transform into a hideous beast, and destroy everything around him with his claws. But with the moon, and its transformation, it brought him and his friends closer. They didn't run away from him like his parents had, no, they had stayed by his side through it all, and even broke some pretty hefty rules in the process.
So the nicknames were formed; Moony, Prongs, Wormtail, and Padfoot, and each one was related to their transformation. Moony, was Remus himself of course, werewolf and relating to the moon of course. Prongs, because he transformed into the stag. Wormtail because, his transformed into the rat, and Padfoot transformed into a black dog.
Looking up at the silvery slice of that moon brought Remus to a simplistic conclusion about his life. It wasn't the moons fault nor was it his fault for his curse...he would live with it for maybe the rest of his life, but he wouldn't let it control him like he let it did earlier in his life. With his friends by his side, he would be able to live through it, that much was for sure.