Remus's Secret revealed

by Cuchulain-Setanta

Our story begins during the Christmas holidays in second year, Remus and Peter are the only ones from Gryffindor there. When Peter finds out Remus's secret and tells the others upon their return, will Remus be accepted or not? And will that be the end of his troubles? This story is not Peter friendly. Please rate and review.

9. Anger

9.

Sirius was furious; he had woken up to find an unresponsive and frozen Remus. He still wouldn't wake up and he could tell that the boy was barely breathing,Sirius's wand was pointed at Peter and both he and James could feel the waves of anger radiating off of his friend. James was extremely grateful that he was not at the other end of that wand and that he was not the one to which all of Sirius's anger and frustration was aimed. Sirius glared daggers at the rather large boy in front of him, seething and letting his anger flow off and out of himself, willing Peter to feel the waves of anger directed at him and allowing himself a smirk as Peter cowered before him.

"I know that you had decided to be cruel to him, and I am aware that I didn't say anything against it but you CANNOT kill him. I will NOT let you kill him!" Sirius's voice shook with anger, his wand emitting sparks as his temper attempted to channel his magic on its own.

Peter actually had the nerve to look unfazed as Sirius growled at him and threatened him with his wand; he glared up at the taller and stronger boy, his voice hard and full of malice.

"I don't recall asking for your permission to do anything to the monster, you didn't want to be a part of it. I haven't killed it anyway, why is it my fault if the freak won't wake up? If you are so concerned for the filth that shares the dorm, why don't you warm it with that spell we learned last term?" Peter's voice dripped with scorn as he looked at both Sirius and James with contempt and shot a hate filled glare at Remus.

Sirius continued to glare at Peter while motioning for James to cast the spell on Re-…the other boy. Sirius knew that his own parents were cruel and cold hearted but he couldn't understand why Peter was so cruel when Peter had always been quiet, shy and well honestly rather thick. Was it simply because the boy was a werewolf or was it because he had lied to them in order to keep his secret? Sirius didn't know and he didn't care, he wouldn't let Peter kill the boy even if he was a werewolf; he spoke coldly to Peter, making sure that he was not misunderstood in any way.

"Although I don't interfere with your tormenting him, I will NOT let you kill him Peter. If you do then be sure that I will do everything that you have done to him ten times on your own sorry hide, so listen closely if you value your own life DO NOT KILL HIM!" Sirius turned and stormed out of the dorm, James following a moment later; leaving a rather shocked Peter and a slowly warming Remus alone.

Remus was slowly becoming aware of himself again, he could feel his limbs and his fingers again; he was no longer freezing and he could hear raised voices though he couldn't distinguish what they were saying, he only knew that they were very angry. As he became aware of his body he also once again became aware of the burning in his body, it seemed to have spread and intensified, he clenched his hands as he became aware of the rest of the pain that had been inflicted upon him. Remus heard the door slam and then silence before he heard the angry breathing of someone quite close by, he slowly opened his eyes and noticed Peter. A very angry Peter who was advancing on Remus with surprising speed and with his wand out. Remus scrambled backwards as fast as he could, tumbling off the bed and scurrying under it before Peter could get to him and backing against the wall, as far out of Peter's reach as he could get. His hands clutched around the leg of the bed as his ankle was grabbed hold of and he was being pulled out from under the bed, his fingers slipped and he was brought out and in front of Peter who grinned maliciously down at him. Peter kicked and hit him repeatedly while holding onto his ankle with one hand, Remus tried to cover his head as best as he could even with his twisted hand; after Peter stopped he carefully looked out from under his hands only to see Peter bring one of the tools from the fireplace down on his leg.

Remus would have been screaming had he been able to make noise, as it was his hands were clutching at his leg as Peter twisted it and then healed it wrong with a spell he had learned. Remus was still in agony but the moment that Peter left for something, he bolted. He ran as fast as he could even though it was more of a hopping-limp-stagger movement that was nowhere near comfortable nor efficient, yet he had to get away…even if it was for only a little while. Remus ran as long as he could before collapsing in a corner of one of the many corridors, clutching his twisted leg and his mangled hand as he allowed some of his tears to fall where no one would see or want to hurt him.

Thank you for reading, I do hope that you are enjoying the story so far. Please R&R.