WHO: James & Remus
WHAT: Remus needs to be filled in.
WHEN: Slightly backdated to the morning following the full moon.
RATING: PG
It had been a long, awful night that the village would surely remember for a long time. The wolf only retreated once a burst of fire was shoved toward its nostrils. The beast ran off into the thickest mass of the forest to lick his wounds. Sleep finally came as the moon gave way to dawn. The sun was bright although the morning was cold. When the man woke up, he felt groggy, but the pain and cold drew him to consciousness quickly. Remus hadn’t experienced such a traumatic transformation in several years. The year he…he could hardly stand to think about that year. In his list of regrets, that year was second only to his fifth year at Hogwarts. Sadly, he was about to find out he could add yet another year to that horrid list.
He realized he was naked, but when he reached out for the clothing he left in the shack, he also realized he wasn’t in the damn shack. When he looked down, he noticed several gashes, bite marks, and even a few burns. Biting himself wasn’t a shock, but the rest…
He knew something terrible happened. Something unforgiveable. He reached up to examine his face with his fingers. More blood. More pain. More humiliation.
There was no dignified way for a naked and bruised man to walk back to a shack for his clothes. He’d remember that Walk of Shame always.
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