Characters: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin Location: Number 12 Grimmauld Place Date: April 22nd Time: Morning Rating: PG
It was one of the worst full moons Remus could remember... the truth was, going into the night he hadn't even been certain that he'd transform. After all, did dead men become werewolves? Apparently, they did... he didn't quite know what day it was, though he assumed he'd been asleep for more than a day, still hurting. It wasn't so much the cuts and bruises, of course they hurt. But they weren't the worst... they never were. The worst was the aching left by the twisting and stretching of bones and muscles. He woke up slowly, noticing the bandages that had been placed on his wounds. He couldn't help but smile a bit, realising that he wasn't alone, that James and Sirius had been there with him, had brought him in and cared for him. He always felt a pang of guilt for putting them at risk every month, but the joy he felt at having them back with him after 12 long years of solitude during those horrible nights.
He saw his book and a glass of water, placed on the nightstand carefully for him, and reached for the water first, his sore bones and muscles screaming at him. Even the small expendature of movement and energy left him in pain and exhausted, so he lay quietly once he had a small drink and replaced the glass. He closed his eyes again, curling into a position that he'd learned would ease his pain a bit and lay thinking, wishing he could read but even his favourite past time was lost to him for the moment, his body not cooperating.