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Who: Remus and Sirius
Where: Sirius' place
When: Backdated; Oct 18 afternoon
What: Remus and Sirius discuss the full and Teddy.
Status/Rating: Incomplete, moderate



Remus was sprawled out in their bed. One of his arms was splayed across his face and his body was only half covered by the blanket. He couldn’t seem to find a comfortable position. Every time he went still, something seemed to cramp up. Right now, it was in his right foot, right in the heel; it felt as if the bone was about to split apart. He couldn’t stand it. It was utterly ridiculous, because he knew he had been through far worse, but everything ached right now, was pulled and frayed apart by the impending full moon. The pain promised a bad full. Moony was too pent up.

He knew there were quite a few things to be positive about though. Snape, for one, which was odd. But there hadn’t been any problems with their new living situations just yet for which Remus was obscenely grateful. He tried to be patient, but Snape’s snide and rude comments wore away at his own demeanor. He knew that if anything happened now, he would barely be able to stomach it.

He knew that Victoire would soon be working on the potion that Sirius had said was so effective as well. He knew that he was lucky to have found someone who had purportedly brewed it before. She was a friend of Teddy’s as well. It was someone they could trust.

“Remus?” Searching through the kitchen and sitting room, and turning up nothing of the bookish, tawny-haired variety, Sirius shifted his quest to the upstairs. Dutiful as ever – and perhaps a little traumatised by their temporary separation – Sheeba followed right behind him.

A glance down the hall showed the loo was empty, because the lights were out, and that left him with the bedroom. Sirius poked his head into the darkness. He couldn’t imagine Remus still being at work, or jaunting out and about on Brooms, but there was some inkling of doubt as he asked, “You in here, Moons?”

He wasn’t surprised at all when Sirius started poking around. He heard footsteps before he actually heard Sirius’ voice and was incredibly relieved when it turned out not to be Snape.

“Yes, Pads,” Remus answered without taking his hand down from his face. His voice sounded rather hoarse, although he couldn’t exactly say why. He idly wondered what time it was, but wasn’t exactly sure. He couldn’t really bring himself to care for the time being either. “You need something?” he asked after a moment.

“Other than you?” Sirius padded across the room, knowing instinctively where their bed. His eyes would need a bit more time to adjust to the darkness. Feeling for where Remus was first, he sat down on the bed before properly falling back on a pillow and stretching his limbs out. Sheeba settled down somewhere by their feet.

“Can’t say I need much else,” he replied, sliding an arm around Remus and bringing their bodies closer. “You all right? Sounds like you’re knackered.”

He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised when Sirius and Sheeba both joined him in bed. That didn’t stop the way that the pain seemed to ricochet through his bones and muscles when Sirius slid an arm around him, causing him to move. He exhaled a little unevenly, the air practically stuttering out of him.

“Full,” Remus said, not elaborating any further. He knew that Sirius would understand; Sirius had been with him - grown up beside him - for so long that it seemed hard to imagine that he wouldn’t know how close to the full he was getting. And he knew how these things went some time. He didn’t turn into Sirius’ touch for the moment, because he was trying to find a new center of balance, a new position that partially quelled the pain that was tearing away at his insides.

It took all of a beat for Sirius to realise Remus wasn’t tuckered out because of a full stomach. The moon. It would be full within a matter of days. “Aches?” he guessed, frowning. His whole flopping on the bed and tugging Remus’s body to him probably hadn’t helped with those. Carefully, almost tentatively, Sirius moved his hand from Remus’s side and rubbed his arm. “Tell me how to make it better, Moons.”

“Yes,” Remus murmured, feeling that he didn’t really have to elaborate more than that. It wasn’t as if Sirius hadn’t seen him like this plenty of times before. The worst had been when he’d had to try to hide it, when they were back in first year and the others hadn’t quite pieced everything together yet. He’d have to somehow fake something else, fake something that was going to precede whatever other fake illness was going to come on the full. He’d hated, because all he’d wanted to do was curl up and cry because it hurt so bad and it hadn’t helped that he’d had to lie to everybody on top of it.

He wished he could tell Sirius how to make it better. He wished that Sirius had that power. “That feels good,” Remus admitted when Sirius started to rub his arm.