Over the course of the next few hours Remus completed all of Peter's homework as well as his own, he gathered the stack of completed homework, stood and handed it to Peter who promptly shoved Remus to the floor, scattering the parchment everywhere. Peter shoved him roughly to the ground and stood over him with his fist raised; Remus flinched and stared up at Peter, shaking slightly as Peter brought his fist hard into Remus's eye.
"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH OR ATTEMPT TO TOUCH ME WEREWOLF!" Peter shouted his voice cold and filled with hate.
Remus covered his eye after Peter hit him, a feeling which he had never had about Peter was surfacing…it was fear, Remus was afraid of Peter. Opening his mouth Remus hurried to apologize to his onetime friend.
"S-Sorry Peter, I won't…" he was interrupted by a hand connecting with his face hard enough to make his head swing to the side.
"No! You will not speak, you are a monster…a freak and you will NOT speak to me nor the others when they get back. If you do then I will tell everyone that you are a filthy werewolf. Got it?!" Spat Peter, anger and hatred radiating off each word as he spoke. He advanced on Remus; his hands clenched into fists as he watched the thing that had been his friend cower before him.
There was no doubt about it, Remus was afraid of Peter. Gulping as Peter spoke and his hands clenched back into fists, Remus cowered in front of his friend, quivering in fear as Peter raised his wand and pointed it at the werewolf. Rope wrapped around Remus's hands and tied them together behind his back and to the bed post, binding him so tightly that the ropes cut into his skin. He struggled against them, receiving a kick in the side which reopened one of the healing wounds from the night before. He cried out in pain earning another fist to his eye, Remus bit his lip to keep the yelp from being heard…he could feel Peter watching him so he kept as still as he could until Peter walked off to his bed, leaving Remus tied to the bed post for the night.
The next few days were some of the worst of Remus's life. Peter had always been the quietest and the second to least violent in their group, yet he was the one who was now beating up Remus, not letting him eat and keeping him tied to the bed post. It was extremely difficult to sleep sitting up with your hands behind your back…especially when they hurt from being tied so long. He was so hungry and wanted to sleep in his bed yet Peter had not allowed him to eat or untie him since the day he had gotten back from the hospital wing. He hoped that today would be different, for today James and Sirius were coming back and maybe he would be able to at least be untied; the approach of Peter's footsteps made his head come up, watching Peter's approach worriedly until he was tossed a couple rolls. Remus stifled a yelp as the ropes were cut as well as a bit of his skin, he bit his lip as he looked at his swollen and bruised wrists, he cradled his hands against his chest as silent tears fell.
Peter wrinkled his nose in disgust as the werewolf huddled at his feet and cradled its arms. How could he have ever been friends with this…this thing this monster, he absolutely loathed the freak and was only releasing it because lessons were continuing tomorrow and the other Marauders would be back today.
"Eat werewolf, before I change my mind."
Remus blinked and hesitantly reached out for the roll before grabbing it and eating it slowly, knowing that if he ate it quickly it may cause digestive problems since he had been without food for a while. Once he had finished the rolls, he didn't exactly feel better but it was more than and better than nothing. Remus watched from under his bangs as Peter left the room, he slowly got up, whimpering at how stiff he was from staying there for so long. He picked up his bag and hurried down to the common room and out the portrait hole, wanting to see James and Sirius as they came in from the carriages, coming back from their holiday. Remus kept his head low as he moved quickly through the castle, not stopping as he passed people and some called out greetings…he didn't want them to see him and see what he was. When he reached the top of the stairs to the entrance hall, he looked around and smiled when he spotted his two friends laughing and searching the crowd for someone. Remus waved when they looked up, his and their smiles fading at roughly the same time…theirs as they saw Remus's face and his when they stopped smiling, he wondered if they already knew. He watched as they charged up the stairs towards him, hoping that maybe they could remain ignorant of what he was for a while longer, but either way he was glad that the other two Marauders were back.