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.

22. Feathers and hostility

I was listening to "Just like you" by three days grace and thought that it seemed appropriate for what was going through Sirius' head at the moment. I do hope that you enjoy this chapter and thanks for reading.

22.

There was dead silence upon Peter's entrance and there was no point in hiding it. Feathers floated lazily down to rest on the floor among the remains of the pillows, Remus could practically feel the waves of hostility coming off of both James and Sirius as Peter entered the room, glanced at the mess, crossed to his bed and closed the curtains around it to hide from the glares of the other two boys. They could hear him moving around in there and the dead silence of the room made each noise seem magnified somehow, making the silence even more profound when he stopped moving around behind his curtains. Sirius in particular was looking at Peter with something akin to hostility, that is until something seemed to click in Sirius' head and a grin spread over his face. That grin worried Remus to no end.

Sirius POV:

Watching the great lump walk across the room to his bed was just short of torture. How could he be allowed to sleep here after what he had done to Remus last year? It wasn't fair and it certainly wasn't right. That was when an idea struck Sirius Black, an idea that would not only pay Peter back, but it would also make sure that no one would ever cross him or Remus again.

I can be mean, I can be angry. You know I can be just like you.

I can be cold, I can be ruthless. I can be just like you.

He wouldn't back down nor would he change his mind, even if he had to exact revenge by himself. He knew that Remus wouldn't help and he could understand why, but he wasn't sure about James; he could help or he may want nothing to do with this…he would have to ask after he had thought more about this. Sirius would not allow Peter to get away with what he had done to Remus; regardless of the consequences…no one hurt his friend and got away with it. Plans were forming in his head and even though he usually tried to deny any contact that he had with his family name, this was one instance which he was glad that he was a Black, for I there was one thing that they did well, it was causing pain to others. Though for tonight, he contented himself with glaring daggers at Peter's bed and plotting how, when, and where to strike first.

Normal POV:

Remus was unaware of the death grip that he currently had one of the last remaining pillows in. It wasn't until James pried his hands open and let the pillow fall to the floor that he even realized how tight he had been holding it. Remus shook himself and attempted to smile at the other two boys, it wasn't a very successful attempt but it made him feel slightly better. He was determined not to be afraid of Peter and he wasn't going to be pushed around simply because he was something that wasn't normal. He may be a monster, but he was only a monster once a month and right now he was a boy not a blood thirsty werewolf.

Sirius was still glaring at Peter's bed and that unnerving grin was still on his face; Remus didn't really want to know what was going on his friend's head, from the look on his face, Remus knew that it couldn't be anything good. He was distracted from trying to figure out the look on Sirius' face, by a handful of feathers getting blown into his face, making him shake his head and search for the culprit. It was decided that James was acting just a little too innocent; therefore it was he who received a face full of feathers. Sirius appeared out of nowhere and dumped huge handfuls of feathers on both of them, prompting them to grab him and tackle him to the ground. Covering him in feathers and trying to make them stick without resorting to wands to do so. It may not have been quite as loud as before, but the fight quickly escalated to where the three of them were stuffing feathers down the other's robes, laughing and effectively dispelling the feelings of hostility that had surfaced the moment Peter had walked into the room.

Awhile later they were all sprawled out on the floor, exhausted and breathing hard; feathers sticking up out of their hair and out of their clothes. They talked for a bit about the pranks which they wanted to pull on the school the following week, then one by one they drifted off to sleep. For one of them it was one of the last nights he would have when he would not be plagued by nightmares, yet for now they were sleeping soundly among the piles of feathers strewn over the floor, ceiling, beds, wardrobes, and oddly enough—the walls, of the dormitory. Morning would come soon enough and with it, a return to life at school, detentions, pranks, enemies, and the learning of spells. Little did the three boys know that this was one of the last peaceful and free nights that they would have for a long while. They were blissfully unaware of the threatening figure looming over them, its eyes burning with hate and wanting nothing more than to eradicate one particular boy from all of their lives…forever.

As much as I want to kill off Peter or else render him incapable of doing more than drooling, he kind of needs to be around for the actual Harry Potter books. As such I regretfully cannot kill him, no matter how much I want to.