Competition/Challenge Block:
Written for/Stacked with: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Term 12); Monthly Challenges for All (Year 3)
House/Role: Ravenclaw; Prefect (Hogwarts)

Term (Assignment): Term 12 - Assignment 10
Subject (Task): Religious Education - Esbats: Task 1: Write a story from a werewolf's pov (note: the werewolf must be in wolf form for a majority of the story)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: IPC: [588] (Windy); 365: [36] (Branch); Seasonal; Quarterly; Camp Hogwarts; Writing Month; Writing Club

Other MC4A Challenges: Spring Bingo; Chimera Creator; Link Maker; Scavenger Hunt; Shipping Wars
Representation: Werewolf Remus Lupin
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Spinning Plates; Tomorrow's Shade; Second Verse (Nontraditional); Chorus (Machismo; Wabi Sabi) Demo (Easy Zephyr; Dog Star; Esbat) Demo (Toto's Tribute; Creature Feature; In The Trench)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Toad)

Word Count: 575 words (per Google Docs)

Dedication: HecateA

Summary: It was a full moon, but Remus wasn't going to let it tarnish the joy of being a new father.

Rated: K

Genre: General

Warning Tag: N/A

Moon Glistened Rain

Remus only had a few hours to give to his newborn son before he had to tear himself away and flee to the woods several miles away for the safety of everyone. Though the dark clouds started to slowly gather above, Remus knew that it wouldn't stop the moon's control over him even if he couldn't see its face. It's rays teased him as it started to peek over the horizon, but Remus continued to move through the thick woods, stripping himself of his clothing as he weaved between the branches. The makeshift den he built himself came into view then, it was not as comfortable as the Shrieking Shack, but safer than it was now since the war peaked. Fenrir hadn't found him here yet.

Placing his folded clothes in the suitcase he stashed there, Remus watched as the rays slipped through the trees and touched the ground beside him. His spine shivered involuntarily at its sight, even when the dark clouds danced over the moons face, temporarily obscuring its taunting light, he took in a breath and looked up to the sky to meet its gaze. The transformation happened in what felt like a blink of an eye now, though his body still burned once it was complete. The Wolfbane kept him aware of himself, and he was tired from the trauma his body went through, but all Remus could think of was his son.

He sniffed at the air, picking up the scent of the newborn off his hidden clothes. It was a comfort almost being able to have that with him for the night.

The relief he had seeing that Teddy took after Tonks was elating; his boy will never have to be a slave to the moon like he was.

Despite these comforts, Remus was restless anyway, and instead of curling up on the pile of old bedding, he decided to go for a run despite his lack of energy. He knew it would be safe where he was, not a soul would be out around the untouched woodlands, and after giving his limbs a brief stretch, he sniffed the air once more before taking off at full speed. The breeze of the oncoming storm brushed across his hindquarters, the fading moonlight gripped against his silver-brown fur, desperate to cling to its captor and not be swallowed by the storm.

Remus could smell the rain before it started to fall, the trees protected him from the worst of it as he circled back around to his den. The moon's light glistened off the falling rain before it was completely swept away by the wind-driven clouds. The small celebratory dance under the rain-covered full moon was exactly what was needed, it seemed. By the time he returned, his fur was soaked despite the extra protection. He panted heavily as he walked around a few times to regulate his breathing. He gave himself a firm shake to get what he could of the water off him, stretching his lanky limbs out before curling up on the makeshift bed. Snorting once, he looked to the darkened skies, almost smiling at the absence of the moon. Even though he remained affected by it, it was a small victory to not have to gaze upon it for a change.

There was a lot for him to celebrate tonight, and he wasn't going to allow his lycanthropy to get to him this time.