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Time: August 15th, 2000 (night)
Place: Gardener's shed
Status: Private - Remus, Sirius, Dog
Summary: It's the full moon, baby.



It was well after the party had finally died down, quite a few of (but not all) the party guests having said their goodbyes and made their way up to bed, that Remus left himself, Sirius in tow. He'd been nervous in anticipation of the full moon - edgy, as if he was addicted to crack cocaine and he was coming down from a high. Adrenaline rush, eyes glazed, low grade fever burning under his skin. No one had remarked upon it, and Remus had enjoyed himself - and seeing Sirius enjoy himself - enough to stay longer.

He left with an hour or so to spare, knowing as he did that there would be a good book, a spare warm blanket, and a lantern for him to occupy himself until the moon actually rose. With Sirius there, though, the time flew by much faster with chatting and gossiping and companionable silences.

It was their last full moon, or at least Padfoot's last full moon with Moony. After this, forever after (or as long as Severus saw fit to provide him), Remus would have full control over Moony during full moons.

And there would be almost no need for this shed.

"Sirius?" Remus spoke up suddenly, clearing his throat. "Thank you."

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Sirius isn't at all sure what to think. Of course, it's just wrestling, and he plays it all the time with Remus at full moons (and sometimes not on full moons, he thinks, remembering their odd little picnic). But there's something-- he can't quite put his finger on it, but he gets the feeling that this isn't a game anymore, and that Moony doesn't want him to struggle back. He isn't sure what he should do, but decides that it would be a bad idea to defy the werewolf until he's figured out what's going on. He lies still and lets Moony press him to the ground, hoping he's made the right choice. He can trust Moony, can't he? They're friends, and Remus is still in there somewhere after all.

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This was innocent, could be taken as such, right until Moony, acting on sole instinct, or perhaps not, with his paws and weight pinning Padfoot to the ground, humped him.

It was a quick thrust of narrow hips, followed by another, and another.

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ohshit ohshit ohshit, thinks Sirius, although it comes out in more of a surprised yelp. Putting a lot more strength into the maneuver than he generally would in his play fights with Moony, Sirius twists and struggles to try and get the werewolf off, snarling as he does so. It's very likely this will have to come to a fight, he knows, and he hates that, but, well, there's only so much Remus can reasonably expect of him, and fucking a werewolf (who is also his male best friend, he mentally adds a second later), is a bit too far even for him.

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Moony snarled, ears flattening, but backed off, letting Padfoot free. Instincts were telling him to continue, of course; but there were more things at stake, things even a wolf could divine - Padfoot's submissiveness existed already, and here, here was a playmate, that had come back after so long.

Playmates were rare.

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Sirius crawled out from under the werewolf and stands, retreating to the other side of the room with a doggy sigh of relief. He turned with his back to the wall and watched Moony, and despite the werewolf's aggressive stance, Sirius didn't think he was going to start a fight. Sirius was glad of this-- he hated to have to fight Moony, knowing that whatever harm he inflicted would also harm Remus the next morning, and Remus could hardly be to blame.

Or could he? Sirius tried to banish the unwelcome thought, but he couldn't help it. Remus' sexuality had never bothered him before. Remus had always been one of his closest friends, and Sirius wasn't going to let anything so stupid as who Remus wanted to fuck get in the way of that. Except that if Remus wanted to fuck him....

It wasn't fair to attribute the wolf's actions to Remus. Padfoot was the only canine Moony was ever around, whereas Remus had a wide variety of men to choose from. Moony and Padfoot's pack mate relationship had probably just confused Moony.

Still. Sirius can't help stay a few nervous paces away. He doesn't know how he can keep Moony distracted so he doesn't hurt himself without possibly sending the wrong signals. He'd been in awkward situations before, but this is ridiculous.

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Pawing at the ground, the werewolf whined. Moony witnessed the hesitancy in Padfoot's movements, the- not fear, exactly, but definite hesitancy - and tentatively came closer, to nudge at Padfoot's soft dark ear and lick his face.

But there was a limit to how sorry a werewolf could get - the instance was soon forgotten, and a game begun.

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Sirius felt a wave of relief and affection as Moony came as close as you could expect a werewolf to get to apologizing. He wagged his tail and joined his companion in play, put at ease. It sometimes scared him, he had to admit, playing with a creature as powerful as the werewolf was, but he always reassured himself that Remus was still in there. He'd found out the hard way that it was a creature capable of acts that the real Remus could never fathom, and Remus had warned him that the werewolf wouldn't know the difference between him and any other human if they were to meet, but as long as he was in his animagus form, he trusted Moony.

He let himself get dragged into the game, his worries slipping away, and the two canines played peacefully (or at least as peacefully as they usually played, which wasn't that peaceful at all) until morning.

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Of course: morning.

When the moon set, close to the sun's rise, so did the screams and agonies of one Remus J. Lupin, former Defence Against the Dark Arts professor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, rise above the glittery, dewy dawn.

The unbearable pain he didn't remember, when he'd wake, as the wolf could recover so much faster from the transformation there than the human could from the transformation back.

The Change left him panting and significantly less hairy and far more pale, but with some more injuries than he was used to - a bone in his leg hadn't set right on the change back and was crookedly poking against whitened skin, redness and swelling forming around it, and his left shoulder was dislocated. Other than that, the usual bloody scratches, swiftly darkening bruises, a gash where an old nail had gone through fur and another wound from a too-large splinter made up the rest, and everything was fixible.

Remus, fortunately, was still unconscious directly post-transformation.

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Sirius sat in the corner of the shed, ears back and trying not to give into his instincts to whimper as the change came over his best friend. The sounds of pain and terror from the canine throat slowly morphing to human screams tugged at his heartstrings, and it always took great effort to stop himself from rushing to Remus' side. The wolf was dangerous mid-transformation, and Sirius' presence might only make things worse. He waited until the body was completely human, until the screaming stopped and Remus went still. Only then did he transform back into a human.

He stood and picked his wand and Remus' blanket off the shed shelf, then crossed the paces to Remus' side and knelt beside his friend. He tried not to let himself stare at the sight of that pale scarred body lying across the ground-- Remus was modest, and it made Sirius uncomfortable to see him so involuntarily vulnerable. Instead, he clinically checked the wounds-- there were some scrapes and bruises that would be easy to heal, but the shoulder looked wrong, and he wasn't confident enough in his abilities to try to fix it. And the leg-- the leg was bad. Sirius winced in sympathy for his friend. This transformation looked like it was particularly hard, and Sirius was suddenly glad that there would be no more moons like this.

He set to work healing all of the little scrapes, the purpling bruises, the occasional open gashes that dared touch Remus' body. Once the skin was comparatively unmarred, he eyed the leg. It would be a very bad idea for him to attempt to fix it, so instead he muttered a little spell that would help numb the pain in that area for a bit. He considered setting it, but he wasn't sure that with a break like this, that wouldn't do more damage. Instead, he took the blanket and wrapped it around Remus' body, covering him from chin to feet.

He leant over Remus, brushing some hair out of his face. "Are you awake, old friend? This might hurt a bit, sorry." He lifted Remus' trunk, tucking the soft head underneath his neck for support, and then slid his other arm underneath Remus' legs. Between the leg and the shoulder, this wouldn't feel good, but he didn't know of a better way. Wingardium leviosa wasn't fun on broken bones, he knew, and there was no way he could leave Remus like this, even to get help (Remus had woken from this alone far too many times for Sirius' taste, and he wasn't planning to let it happen again).

Once Remus was fully supported in his arms, he apparated the two of them to the hospital wing.