This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Full Moon
Harry stared up at the large orb hanging in the sky, his eyes filled with sorrow. The full moon meant many things. It meant that Remus was out there somewhere, trapped as a beast and miserable. It meant that countless other people were staring up at the moon, basking in its glory as they forgot about their own sad lives. Their lonely lives.
Strong arms slid around Harry's waist, drawing him back against a firm chest. Harry couldn't stop a small smile from sliding onto his face as he relaxed against his lover. He knew he should feel bad for those out there who were lonely, upset, or even werewolves, yet he couldn't – not when he was safe in Marcus's arms.
Beneath the full moon.
