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"That boy, take me away, into the night,

Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest,

I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark,

Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask."

–Daughter 'Candles'

Chapter Twenty-Seven:

No matter the amount on times Remus calls himself a mindless monster, it was never through those eyes that I viewed him, because theoretically, yes, he was a monster; The Werewolf-Remus had teeth like jagged glass, a menacing snarl and true, he did come out in the depths of night with the pure intention of creating chaos. But that being said, how could I see such a monster while I watched my dear friend in such a state that he is?

Remus writhed on the floor; he clutched the closest thing to him – a broken chair leg, and hurled it at the opposite wall, making a small but well-fed, rat-formed Peter scramble out of the way, as his back arched to an impossible angle and I heard the snap and crackle of bones stretching and shrinking, growing and morphing, popping in and out of different sockets trying to find the correct ones to settle in. His skin stretched and his usual features took on wolfish properties, Remus's usual kind blue eyes turning cold and merciless. The eyes of a killer. But still, there was an edge of sadness etched into them; a pathetic, helpless look that I'd always told myself was the Remus part of the animal… I guess I've always just needed to know he'd come back, that he was still in there, hidden deep down inside the wolf.

From across the room Sirius gave me a hard look, then he and Wormy left into another part of the house. And so we waited. The wolf whimpered as it slowly found its feet, the rest of us remained still and silent… waiting as we all knew what came next.

Violence.

Blood.

Pain.

Yes, there were distant friends, ones we'd grow closer to in the future, and hate with all our hearts – but that was not now. Suddenly, Remus let out a strangled howl, arching himself up into the moon, no longer scared of its bright shine. He began sniffing the air, and I felt the tension grow as his gaze swept the room.

The werewolf took its first few steps, cautious steps they were, and I could see Remus in the beast. His usual humble composure was now savage and torn, yes, but it was there. Somewhere inside, I could see it, in the faintest glimmers in his eyes.

A tall stag brushed up beside me, giving me a slight nod. Remus began sniffing though the rickety shack, trying to find even the smallest trace of human sent. Like always, I hoped he'd find something – a faint hint from a few days ago, maybe. The longer he's distracted with the smell of human; the longer we can delay him causing himself harm.

The wolf crept into the next room where Sirius and Peter were, and we followed, my claws scratching on the dry wooden floor loud against the stark quiet.

Remus kept wandering, searching.

It would be any second now he'd snap. He'd lose it. He'd turn wild. And I waited – we waited – teetering on the edge as we sat still and quiet, knowing soon it'd all come crashing down soon enough.

And then it did. Like it always did.

The werewolf stopped near the front door and started scratching at the floor. That was where the trail ended. That was where the pain begun. He started panting, scratching at the door, the wall, the floorboards. Confused, frightened, driven by bloodlust.

He needed something to rip.

Remus's breathing began to quicken and a strangled whine escaped out of his throat. He looked confused and desperate for something to tear apart. He started to claw at his paws, swirling in circles, chasing his own feet. Growing more agitated and restless with each step, Remus's whining grew louder alongside his disorientation.

The wolf didn't know what to do; it was born of pain, brought of plain and it would end in pain. That was all it knew; it knew how to feel it, survive it and cause it.

Because in the end, all there's left is a pool of blood and a shattered friend.

It was when Remus began to dig his claws into his shoulder until blood pooled and bleed down his forearms that I decided it was time to act. The scene was horrific… I just had to do something.

Slowly I creep towards the sad creature, quick and sharp, my paws making minimal noise on the squeaky floorboards. I saw my friend's give me grave looks, Sirius's grey eyes boring into mine. But still the wolf took no notice of me – I am an animal after all – that was until I pounced in his tail.

The effect was immediate.

He thrashed around, swiping his claw at me and I leapt away with a yelp. The wolf's cold eyes stared into mine, like icy fire, but still so sad… he crept forward.

I backed away, not breaking eye contact. No, I wouldn't dare.

Because any second now, he would snap.

Any second now, my friend Remus would try to kill me.

And so he lunged.

I darted out of the way with my sharp reflexes and elegant agility that came alongside the fox body of my favourite form – but his strides were longer than mine and I could feel hot breath prickling the hair on the back of my neck, so I darted under the table for cover. I was panting, when I realised that Remus had given up on me and was stalking James now. While the other had his busy, I crept out of my hidey-hole.

The wolf was growling and thrashing, both at itself and us, in confusion more than anything. We didn't act like normal animals, yet it could see we weren't the human flesh it needed to rip. We puzzled the poor creature more than it liked to acknowledge – more than it knew how to acknowledge.

I watched as Remus pushed James away and lunged at Sirius.

Time seemed to slow through those few seconds, as the wolf's claws snapped at Padfoot – I did the first thing that came to mind.

I morphed human.

At that very millisecond the werewolf turned to me, and the last thing I remember was the gleam of silver fangs before the world spiralled into darkness…

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