6.
Pain. Burning. Fear.
Pain, such a trivial word to describe the agony that coursed through his body and made all the bruises and cuts feel as though they weren't there. The fire ripping and burning its way through his body, twisting and pulling at his insides every minute of every day and it only got worse. He slowly opened his eyes, only managing to open them a little as they were both swollen nearly shut from earlier, biting his lip and shifting silently to try and relieve the pain in his knees. Remus could hear Peter coming closer again, he swallowed hard at the uneasy lump in his throat and the way his tongue felt in his mouth after Peter had used a sticking charm to ensure that Remus couldn't talk or really make any noise at all. He was currently tied at the wrists and ankles to the bed, his hands and legs behind him around the bedpost that had become the spot he slept as well as where Peter liked him to be. Though he couldn't see very well he could still hear and smell much better than normal people could, at the moment he could smell something that was metallic coming closer with Peter's footsteps.
"Ready for some fun half-breed? I found this spell that I thought you would find most…interesting and I should at least get some entertainment from this." Peter said rather cruelly.
Remus clenched his mouth shut in preparation for whatever Peter would do to him this time, he wanted to tell one of the teachers… to answer them when they asked what was going on and if he was alright, he wanted to run away and not come back; yet every time he was about to leave or somehow tell one of the teachers, he would remember that he would have nowhere to go and no way to get back to his home unless he stayed until at least the rest of the year was over. They were keeping his secret after all so he should be grateful and just accept that this was his life now and how things were and should be.
Remus whimpered quietly as his head was yanked back by his hair, stretching his neck tight and making his mouth open a little. He felt something force its way between his lips and open his mouth farther then Peter was tilting something into his mouth and the substance was poured down his throat. The agony was instant and consuming, he had never had pain like this when it wasn't the full moon, he screamed and twisted against the ropes, trying to fight against the agony as it moved through his body. He felt as though he were on fire, it consumed him leaving no room for any other feeling as he felt the flames rising and completely envelope him. He could hear Peter laughing at his reaction, felt the kick to his side and the feeling of drowning as well as burning.
"Thought you might like that freak, found it special for you, didn't think it would be this much fun to give you liquid silver, I should make you put on a show for me werewolf." Peter kicked him again and again, each one harder than the last.
"Stop it Peter, you are going to make him bleed internally if you keep kicking him like that." James's voice seemed far away and almost concerned.
"Fine James, I will find a different way to awaken it next time."
Remus opened his eyes warily, lifting his head slightly and trying to figure out why he was still burning even if it had been a dream. He knew it was a dream, for one thing James had told Peter to stop and as James hadn't done that before…why would he do that now; it must have been part of the dream. He moved cautiously up from the floor, keeping his head down to hide the wince of pain as he stood, his arms wrapping around his abdomen to attempt to contain the agony that was there and hadn't been part of the dream. His fingers finding a grip under his ribs which stuck out somewhat, he shook his head slightly as he realized he was losing too much weight, he had always been skinny but now he was nearly far past skinny and into dangerously so; Peter didn't let him eat much and seemed to think that Remus was better off the weaker he was. As he trudged through the corridors he tried to remember what he had last said to anyone before Peter had placed a sticking charm on his tongue, he froze as he realized that he couldn't remember…he hadn't said anything in a long time and now he couldn't. Remus stumbled on his way to Charms, catching himself against the wall and desperately trying to avoid the concerned and inquisitive gazes of those whom he passed in the corridor. Finally reaching the classroom and taking his seat in the back, getting out his wand, book, parchment and quill before class started, Remus lowered his head and ignored the stares, copying down the instructions and taking notes as Professor Flitwick spoke.
Halfway through class, a note landed on his desk. Remus glanced up at the teacher before discretely opening it…his eyes wide as he read the message on the paper and felt the first spark of hope that he had felt in a long time. For the rest of the class period Remus wondered who among his classmates here would want to and be willing to help him, the werewolf and almost more importantly…who else knew Remus's secret?
I will help you, you don't have to be hurt or afraid anymore Remus.
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