you make me feel stronger `REMUS

[Sirius Black!]

The entire day Sirius felt on edge. He knew what that night was, and it always made him feel excited. He wondered how much stronger Remus' anticipation was, considering that the transformation for him at the full moon was involuntary for him, whereas Sirius could just do it at any moment. Honestly, Sirius felt as if he had a stronger bond with Remus when transformed than any of the other Marauders'. It helped that both Remus and Sirius transformed into some sort of animal in the canine family, but James and Peter... well, they looked like prey. Sirius had, on the occasion, chased James around just for kicks. Sirius was faster, but James? James had a harder kick.

It had been a relatively cool day, but as the sun began to set, the temperature began to drop dramatically. He felt lucky as to have such a thick coat. He suspected that the thickness of his fur had everything to do with the thickness of his hair, and for that, he was grateful. Unfortunately, neither James or Peter would be joining them this full moon as they had both managed to get detention. It had been completely James' fault, but James had inadvertently got Peter in trouble as well. It went against their normal pact to try not to get detentions near the full moon, but it hadn't been intentional. Sirius couldn't remember why exactly they had gotten in trouble.

Sirius left the castle right after dinner as it was already beginning to get dark. Snow was falling lightly from the sky, and even Sirius had to admit it looked beautiful. For some reason, a mental image of Lena walking along in the snow with the snow falling into her dark hair flashed through his mind. Sirius felt caught off-guard by his sudden thought, and didn't know why that had happened. Yes, last year he may have had romantic feelings for her, but Sirius had decided a long time ago to not be tied down. Nothing like that had crossed his mind in ages, and he couldn't help be weirded out by it.

Covered by the Invisibility Cloak, Sirius made his way to the Whomping Willow. Remus didn't need the Cloak seeing as how he was always escorted out. In fact, he was no doubt already out at the Shack. He was admittedly running somewhat late, but there had been wings at dinner, and Sirius was very much a sucker for chicken wings. His mouth watered at the thought of it, despite the fact that he had already had his fill.

Sirius tucked away the Invisibility Cloak at the base of the tree, and then quickly transformed himself into the dog. He then picked up the Cloak with his mouth and then entered the trail under the tree. He picked up his pace once underground to a quick trot. He loved to run in dog form, it felt so... freeing. Due to his increased speed, it didn't take long to get into the Shack. When there, he jumped onto the bed and put the Cloak down at the foot of it before curling up. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that Remus was there yet, and if he was... well, Remus would certainly find him, wouldn't he?

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[Remus John Lupin]

Needless to say, Remus was also on edge - for an entirely different reason. Granted, he was no longer as tense as the first full moons of the year (the whole incident with Snape had thrown quite a shadow over the full moon nights, really), but it was still a full moon and Remus was never relaxed on nights like these, not even after all those years with his friends, who, really, made it so much easier for him, somehow.
As for Sirius' animagus form, Remus had never told him how grateful he was for it. Despite being a lone wolf, Remus knew he had a pack mentality and as he mostly lost his mind when he transformed, it was good to have something of an equal to challenge his alpha status when he was about to do something rash. Sirius had stopped the wolf from doing stupid things lots of times and that was the reason why Remus didn't feel so bad transforming only with the dog by his side. Had it been just James (or worse, just Peter), he would most likely have called the whole thing off. Despite James ability to kick viciously (and antlers could hurt a lot as well, Remus had found), the wolf was more inclined to give into Sirius. It felt more natural.

Remus was grateful that the day was cool and the night colder. Cold was nothing they had to worry about - they both had fur and were still in their winter coats. Heat was far more terrible, as it made the Shack stuffy and humid, amplifying the scent of urine and blood and dust that Remus had come to hate so. It was something scourgify just couldn't remedy.
The only bad thing about the cold was that, when still in human form, it settled in his bones and joints, chilling muscles and making them painful. His whole body always throbbed with anticipation, but especially his hips and shoulders became a problem, in winter especially. Pomfrey had once told him he did not heal as well because he did not eat a 'normal' werewolf diet (which would be meat only, preferably human flesh, actually), as especially the muscle tissue needed protein badly to recover from the strain. From that moment on, Remus had started eating meat and fish before and after the transformations, but he would not do this all month long. He would not stop eating vegetables. He was human, dammit, at least a little.

Having left his wand and clothes at the hospital wing as per usual, Remus trodded through the snow next to Madam Pomfrey - who looked like she felt increasingly sorry for Remus, as she knew his shoes were soaked by snow, his feet cramping up. Remus just had his mind set on getting into the Shack on time, though, they were late and no pain was going to stop him from speeding up his pace. By the time they reached the tunnel, he could tell Sirius was already in - not just because of foot- and pawprints in the snow, Remus mostly relied on scent by this point. There was a subtle shift from human to animal that he could smell - and yet it was unmistakenly Sirius. Something deep inside him did a summersalt, got excited at the prospect of rumping through the snow with his friend - he didn't try to suppress it this time, he had to admit it felt rather good to have at least something fun to look forward to tonight, in a way.
Saying goodbye to Pomfrey, he descended into the tunnel, following in Sirius footsteps (or pawsteps, probably), albeit a lot slower than the canine before him. He had to hunch a little, as he had grown taller over the past year, but he didn't mind so much. The earthly damp smell in the tunnel helped him relax a little, gave him a moment to gather his thoughts before entering the Shack. He was so glad Sirius was already there - the only thing worse than transforming was waiting for it to happen and even though there wasn't much time, he'd rather wait with a friend.

Opening the door to the bedroom (which was, really, only a bedroom because there was a bed in it), he found Sirius on the foot of the bed, near the invisibility cloak, and scratched him behind the ears for a second, just because he could, and sat down next to him. "Hey." Quite the contrary to when they had first told him about that they were animagi - when he had almost gotten into a serious fight with Sirius - he now felt more at ease with his friends in their animal form. The fact he wasn't alone had made things better than he could've dared to dream and he smiled at Sirius slightly.
He was pale and his eyes seemed hollow, but there was also a strange kind of brightness in them, a sparkle that didn't seem to belong to the thin almost naked boy sitting huddled on the bed. It wouldn't be long until Remus would ask Sirius to leave the room for a bit so he could transform on his own. As much as he trusted his friends, he didn't want them to see that, it probably looked terrible and he didn't want them to pity him. It was great that they were there for him, that they were like a pack to him, but pity was one of those things that Remus Lupin detested.
"Don't fall asleep, you lazy mutt," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through Sirius' furr, the dog's warm weight comfortable against his leg as Remus teasingly added: "You'll have to entertain me tonight."

[Sirius Black!]

Not eating veggies may be something that Remus wasn't willing to do, but if Sirius was in the same position, he would no doubt have no issue with not eating them. It was all so disgusting anyways. Beans had a weird texture with their stringiness mixed with the random bursts of the things inside, corn was just gross, carrots were okay if cooked properly (which was rare). None of it was appetizing for Sirius, and if it weren't for Remus' occasional reproachful looks when Sirius had nothing on his plate other than a carnivorous diet, he wouldn't eat them whatsoever.

It didn't take long for Remus to appear, and Sirius couldn't help but notice how terrible Remus looked. He didn't know how he managed to avoid suspicion every month. People had always noticed that Remus was a little strange, but how many of them guessed what he truly was? He couldn't help but fear that a few people had guessed or noticed that he wasn't in class around the full moon. Luckily, Remus wasn't as sociable as James or Sirius, but he was still somewhat in the spotlight, and teenagers tended to notice stupid things like that.

Remus seemed to relax a bit when he noticed Sirius was in the room. Sirius felt tempted to go back into human form for a bit, but judging how quickly it was getting dark, he knew he wouldn't be the best judge as to when to transform back. Even a split second could be dangerous, and he was honestly not willing to risk it. Besides, he could be a good friend in either dog or human form. Who said dialogue was necessary for a good friendship?

It was strange to Sirius, as well, how far their trust had come since they had first come out as Animagi to him. He remembered the rage he had felt when Remus hadn't appreciated all the hard work that they had done for him, and how petty it seemed now. Sometimes Sirius wished that his patience was better. He should have known that Remus - smart and logical Remus - would have eventually come around. Instead, he had gotten angry like he always did. Honestly, the memory embarrassed him somewhat.

Sirius admittedly didn't mind being pet. No, he wouldn't have allowed this kind of behaviour if the other Marauders were around, but it was just the two of them, and therefore it didn't seem as strange. It actually felt good to have behind his ear scratched or to have fingers run through his fur. It felt like someone running their hand through his hair when in human form. It was something that everyone loved, whether male or female. Besides, Sirius didn't really have any female to do it for him in human form, so this really was the next best thing. Besides, petting an animal Sirius knew was calming. Therefore, he wasn't going to make Remus stop, especially if it was therapeutic.

Sirius let out a bark to let Remus know he wasn't going to fall asleep, no matter how tempting it was while having his fur touched. He didn't really know how to keep Remus entertained as long as he was being pet. Sirius looked over his shoulder at the crack in the window and knew the transformation wouldn't be too far away anyways.

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[Remus John Lupin]

Remus didn't really especially like all veggies, either (though he did think most of them weren't so bad) - it was a matter of principle to him. Besides.. sod protein. Soy, milk, eggs, beans, and peas and things had loads of protein, too. Not quite the protein his werewolf metabolism craved, but Remus didn't- well, he didn't exactly care.
Maybe that was the reason why he looked like death warmed up, really. Remus knew he looked like a zombie. During the day, though, there were spells and glamour to keep others from noticing. Not a transfiguration sort of spell necessarily, more like a perception filter around him. He wasn't quite invisible, he was just less noticable, a blend-in-wall-flower-sort-of-thing. Remus knew he could never be invisible, not with the friends he had, but it helped him sit trough class without people staring too much. Of course, it was only a weak perception filter - those who wanted to see him could, but you know teenagers: they're the center of their own little universes. Remus simply wasn't that interesting.

Sitting on the lumpy mattress, Remus relaxed a little (or tried, at least), exhaling slowly and closing his eyes for a moment. He didn't want Sirius to transform back into his human self, this was better. He didn't want to talk, forming words was too much trouble right now. Although Remus usually was one for words rather than actions, he was the complete opposite around full moons. Thoughts had been reduced to impressions, scents, feelings without associated words or letters or the literary intertextuality he usually liked so much. It was just feeling and although Remus didn't like the circumstances it occurred in, he had to admit that it made life blissfully uncomplicated in its own way. Unfortunately, it also made him forget to think before he spoke and made him more easily annoyed, which made him lash out sometimes - but his friends knew him, they didn't blame him. (They didn't. Not really, right?)
He had forgotten it was Sirius whose fur he was running his fingers through. It seemed so natural, somehow, to pet him - not for a moment did Remus realise that had Sirius been in his human form, he would absolutely not be touching him like this. Remus wasn't incredibly touchy-feely (though, admittedly, since he'd gotten together with Annelise, there was some change), but running his fingers through Sirius' fur coat somehow calmed him, granted him a physical sense of security that he needed right now and it didn't feel awkward.

Remus smiled slowly (as though the signal from his brain to his lips had been delayed) as Sirius barked. Of course his friend wasn't about to sleep. Knowing Sirius, he would be far too excited about tonight to sleep.
His smile died instantly, though, as he felt a lurch somewhere deep inside him - as though a bungee-elastic had been tied to his guts and he'd been pushed off a bridge, a sickening and almost painful feeling, deep inside him, somewhere behind his ribcage. His hand in Sirius' fur stilled. "Time to go," he muttered, a shake in his voice. He still felt sick, trembling slightly. Remus felt like on the verge of vomiting, shaky and all shook up on the inside, as though his organs had turned liquid, saliva going sticky in his mouth, goosebumps. Gently, he nudged the dog off the bed. "I'll see you downstairs in a few, okay?"
Part of him was always afraid that at some point, Sirius would refuse to leave him when he transformed. Honestly, if Sirius decided to stay, he couldn't exactly stop him, either, not in the state he was in now. He just hoped, every month, that his friend would just go downstairs and wait, like he always did.

Still trembling, he moved to the floor, like he always did. It was no use trying to lie down on the bed. The mattress was rotten, anyway, and he'd fall off in the end, which was more than unpleasant. Breathing up at the ceiling, Remus could feel the dust and dirt on the wooden floorboards creep into his hair, tickle his neck, and he could not suppress a shiver. This was what he was reduced to every month - and he found it abhorring. In the dirt, in the filth, on the floor, changing into something mindless - the stuff nightmares are made of.
He glanced at the window, the cracked glass. It almost seemed as though he could easily break throuh - it was only a single pane of glass, wasn't it? But Dumbledore had warded the place well. Remus would not be able to get out on his own once he was transformed. The sky was dark and Remus imagined the air outside was cool. He was so hot, sweating, feverish, cool air would be fantastic right now - or better, water. Uncomfortable, he squirmed, dirt and sand sticking to his clammy skin - disgusting. This was always the point he hated most - waiting and wishing for it to be over, and yet afraid (always afraid) for the first bone to snap. He was halfway through a deep breath (a deep breath before the plunge, he told himself) when the first joint popped - his left shoulder. Remus screamed. He remembered trying to hold back the sounds the first time his friends had accompanied him, but by now, he found it didn't help it he tried to be quiet, it slowed the progress, it hurt more. (His spine cracked and lengthened, Remus voice broke.) Plus, by now, he was pretty sure that Sirius was used to it. His skin quivered, a million, billion hair piercing it like needles, screams and cries turning to howls and (eventually) whines.

A little unsteady on its legs, as always after the transformation, the wolf got up, shaking the dust out of its fur.

[Sirius Black!]

Sirius always wondered what it would be like to be a werewolf. It wasn't like he wanted to be one, but he was curious. Realistically, out of him and Remus, Sirius was aware that he had gotten the better deal. Whereas Remus was forced to go through painful transformations once a month which took days to recover from, and even more time going through hormonal changes, Sirius was able to change at-will. Sirius also didn't have to go through the nasty bit of having to look like he was half-dead. He could also keep his own mindset. He didn't have to worry about attacking his friends or anything of the like. Everything about being an Animagus was so convenient, while everything about being a werewolf was so not. The only thing they really had in common was that they were changing into an animal. The only drawback for Sirius was that after he returned back to human form, he usually felt fatigued due to all the running around. To him, that was hardly a price to pay.

Seeing Remus as he was now was probably the most emotional anyone could ever see him at once. It was like he was trying to fight off different thoughts or feelings, and was losing. He doubted that even his precious Annelise wouldn't be able to see Remus like this. No doubt she would sit next to him and stroke his hair and whisper how everything was going to be alright. Sirius didn't understand when people said that. How was everything going to be all right? Especially in this situation? Sirius could sometimes not be the most logical person in the planet, but even he realized the severity of Remus' condition. He would have an extremely hard time finding a job, and therefore making the ability to live normally impossible. Having to go through this every month for his entire life would probably be enough that if he were Sirius, he'd probably consider suicide. It wasn't something Remus had to go through once a month for five years, it was lifelong. Annelise had only been with him for about a year and a half - that was hardly anything. She may see him before or after the full moon, but before the full moon Remus was merely grumpier than usual, and afterwards Sirius always found him to be near-comatose. It was so much more intense now, and she would never be able to understand that. Maybe she would care for him enough to become an illegal Animagus, but Sirius highly doubted that she had enough intelligence about her.

Sirius would never admit it, but he didn't know why Remus hadn't gone for someone more... intelligent. Someone like Lena. Not Lena, Sirius thought rather quickly, merely someone like her. Lena would probably be able to become an Animagus if she wanted to. She probably would have discovered his condition earlier (maybe that was why Remus had chosen Annelise? Because she wouldn't be able to figure it out?), but she would probably understand it better. Naturally, Sirius had no idea that Annelise's brother had been murdered and that her childhood friend had been a werewolf as well. Not like Sirius bothered asking Remus much about his girlfriend.

Sirius felt happy that Remus smiled, even if it were only momentarily. Anything to break the tension was always good.

Sirius didn't hesitate to leave when Remus said that it was time to go. As much as Sirius was curious about the transformation, he didn't want to see his friend undergo it. He wouldn't mind seeing a stranger or something, but not Remus. He was too close. He knew how personal it was. It was not only like reading someone's diary, but like getting someone to read their diary out loud while being spread-eagle naked. Not something that he wanted to see. Everyone was entitled to some privacy, even if there wasn't really that much privacy left within the Marauders.

Sirius slipped through the door and pawed it shut behind him. He merely stood there for several moments before he heard the first whimper of pain. That alone caused Sirius' fur to stand on end. He wanted to just wait, but another part of him caused his paws to move seemingly of their own accord and down the stairs. He waited there, and when Remus screamed, Sirius put his head to the ground and put his paws over his ears. It wasn't good enough. He was still able to hear, and as much as Sirius refused to ever admit it, Remus' screams often filled Sirius' nightmares.

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[Remus John Lupin]

Remus would never switch places with Sirius. Not that he wouldn't like a full moon of sweet relief from transforming, it was just that he would never willing let Sirius experience the pain that was transforming. (In fact, had he known that his screams haunted his friend's dreams, he would feel terrible about that and almost suggest that Sirius no longer came along (even if he knew Sirius would never do that and possibly get mad at him for simply suggesting that).) He cared about his friends a lot, so no surprise there, but in fact he would probably not even wish it onto his enemies - it was too painful, too stigmatising, and especially too irreversable. Remus liked to think that had he been a normal boy, he'd have like to be an animagus, and he sometimes fantasised about what his animal would be, what it would be like to be carefree in another form that was not forced upon him, but rather his own choice.
It was true that Remus' emotions and thoughts were more visible the moments before the full moon. The fact that Remus, in general, was a bit of a secretive person only emphasised that. It wasn't that he was quiet or shy, per se, because he could laugh and joke around as any teenager (even if he did seem to have more of a feeling of responsibility than most of his classmates), but when it came to personal secrets (anything more personal than 'I don't like cats' or something) Remus kept to himself. Only his closest friends reallyreally knew him. His closest friends being the Marauders, of course, but Annelise was also close behind, and that was only because (as Sirius thought to himself) she had never seen him so close to full moon yet.
Lena.. well, Lena was a good friend too, of course, and Remus had confided a lot of things to her, but not everything, not his biggest secret, and he sort of didn't want to, either.. Not that he didn't trust her, he just didn't want to ruin what they had, he didn't want to risk it - it hadn't been like he had felt with Annelise, he didn't feel as bad for keeping the truth from Lena, for some reason.
Would he want Annelise to be there? Right now? Probably not. His confession was still pretty new, she needed to ease into it first, maybe, and Remus didn't want to scare her away. Then again.. he would definitely not mind an Annelise here right now, stroking his hair and telling him thing would be fine. Of course they wouldn't be, not quite, but it would be a good thing to hear. Sometimes it wasn't about telling the truth, it was about making people feel secure and giving them hope.

Why had Remus 'gone for' Annelise? Remus honestly didn't quite know. Well.. Of course he knew what he liked and loved about her, not a doubt about that, but he couldn't quite pinpoint when he had started to see those things. It had just sort of happened, it hadn't been a conscious choice, and to be honest, he couldn't be happier with how it had worked out in the end. He didn't need someone intellectual, per se, he needed someone kind and caring, someone with a sense of humour, who knew how to have fun when needed. Someone to love - not someone to have intelligent conversations with. Besides.. even if Annelise wasn't as magically skilled, that didn't mean she was stupid. (And anyone suggesting that better watch it.) More importantly: she loved him back.

Luckily, the transformation didn't last much longer than it usually did and although the wolf felt a little sore in the beginning (he always did), he soon pawed at the door to open it. Trodding downstairs, the animal's tongue lolled out of his mouth and once at the bottom of the stairs, he barked once. By now, he knew what to expect downstairs - friends, pack, and not the dreadful frustrating solitude that had been there before. Spotting Sirius, he pounced at him playfully, every physical reserve that Remus would sometimes exhibit gone, and he was so engaged in enthusiastically saying hello to the other canine that it took him a few minutes to realise the others weren't there with him. Cocking his head, he gave a questioning whine - where were the rest?

[Sirius Black!]

Sirius was eternally grateful that he was not one to talk in his sleep, or move too much or yell out due to his dream's contents. If so, his little secret would surely be given away to Remus. It actually wasn't overly uncommon for people to wake up due to some sort of night terror, but Sirius never usually asked them why. It was their business, not his. It wasn't their fault that they had a dream about something that haunted them. Remus' presumptions were correct, however. If Remus had dared suggest that Sirius didn't come along, he would be absolutely furious. He did not learn to become an Animagus just to be kicked out. Besides, nightmares did not make him weak. He had nightmares all of the time. Sometimes it was about his home life, his personal life, or yes, Remus. The difference with Remus, however, was that Sirius cared for him and therefore sometimes when Sirius looked at Remus, all he could hear in his head were the shrieks. No, the initial transformation at full moon was not something that Sirius enjoyed hearing, but he did enjoy running around and having fun in an animal form. It was something that he was unable to experience with anything else, and Sirius truly believed it made the Marauders' bond stronger. Sirius was there for Remus when he needed him, no questions asked, and Sirius wouldn't have it any other way. It was what friends did, and Sirius believed what separated him from his family.

Sirius, as well, always wondered what Remus would turn into, but Sirius was blinded by the fact that his friend was a werewolf. All he could imagine was a wolf. He honestly couldn't imagine him as anything weak - not after some of the scuffles that the two had gotten into. Initially, Sirius thought of some kind of cat, but then laugh about it. No, Remus would be no cat. (He knew Remus hated cats, too, but couldn't help but see it, mainly because of his bookwoomish type of personality.) Besides, his name had a very strangely wolf-like story behind it. Sirius had once asked if Remus had a brother named Romulus. (Yes, Sirius did have some knowledge of some things that weren't entirely wizarding related).

Sirius soon realized he didn't hear anything anymore. He removed his paws from his ears and could hear the familiar light trod of the werewolf coming down the stairs. Sure enough, just as Sirius got to his feet, a loud bark indicated that Remus was all finished and ready to go. Sirius immediately jumped up and did a more-than-enthusiastic lap around the room, finishing by lowering his upper half in front of Remus in a playful manner with his rear-end up in the air and his tail shaking madly. This was the sort of thing that he absolutely loved at this time of month, especially with Remus. In human form, yes, James was his best friend, but Sirius had to admit that Remus was his favourite in animal form.

When Remus didn't reply to his playful actions like expected, he realized that Remus was confused to why it was just a dog instead of a dog, stag and rat. Honestly, looking at Remus, Sirius felt like the image was strange. It wasn't something that most people would notice, but Sirius swore that he saw Remus' eyes staring at him in that wolf body. Considering that Remus wasn't really in his right mind while transformed (hence everyone else having to learn to transform into an animal), Sirius found this particularly strange.

He shook his shaggy head lightly and tried to think of a way to express to Remus that they were in detention. He looked around the room, and in the corner spotted a very old and worn book. It was probably one that Madam Pomfrey had brought in for Remus to read while he waited for his usual changes. Unfortunately, the book was no longer readable as half of it was missing. Sirius picked it up in his mouth, brought it over, opened it, and then began placing his paw on one of the papers repeatedly in a row, trying to indicate that the two other boys were writing lines in detention. He looked up at Remus expectantly, hoping that he understood.

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[Remus John Lupin]

I think, secretly, Remus is also rather glad that he doesn't know about his friend's nightmares. It would really put him on crossroads of sorts - deny Siri coming along and have a fight or let him come along and feel guilty. No, it's just as well he doesn't know about it. He didn't suspect he was the cause of his friend's nightmares, either - Sirius had different things to have bad dreams about, after all, and besides.. Remus himself had the odd nightmare here and there as well and he didn't like being asked about it, so he didn't ask Sirius about his either.
No, the transformation was no fun, but the running and mucking about with his friends did make things a hell of a lot easier. The more energy the wolf used playing around, the less it was busy destroying itself out of frustration. And, indeed, it was great for their friendship, specifically between Sirius and Remus, who often seemed to be so different personality-wise and yet so very similar.

The wolf was glad to be greeted so enthusiastically and for a moment he lost himself in play with the other canine and didn't realise Sirius was the only one there. Playfully, he pinned the dog down, strangely dominant in wolf form, but this was nothing new. True, most people knew Remus as quiet and would most likely describe him as submissive, but he could be surprisingly dominant sometimes. Quietly dominant, sure, and only in certain situations (like situations that required the fact he was a prefect and didn't involve telling off his friends). I think it's sufficient to say that Remus is selectively spineless.

As good as Sirius was at thinking on his feet (or, rather, paws), the wolf had no idea what detention or writing lines even was, so instead he thought it was some sort of fun new game. A destroy the silly rustly artefact game. A little too enthusiastically, he jumped at Sirius, taking up the book between his jaws and threw it up into the air, catching it as it came down again and throwing it over at Sirius again like some strange game of catch.

[Sirius Black!]

Sirius sometimes wondered why between all of the Marauders, why he was the one who had become a dog and most like Remus. Was it merely coincidence, or did it really have to do with their personalities? If so, Sirius would have assumed that his Animagus would have been more similar to James'. Sirius always sort of assumed that their transformed animal would be related to their appearances. Sirius had black hair and therefore was a black dog; Peter had a mousey-look around him and he was a rat. This whole theory was blown off by James, who looked nothing like a stag. It was all rather confusing to Sirius, but he didn't feel like putting the research into it.

When Sirius was tossed onto his back by the wolf, he wasn't too worried about it. He playfully flailed his paws around in mid-air, pretending to throw Remus off, but didn't intend to. Even if Sirius had the ability to get Remus off of him (which sometimes he could, but rarely), he didn't dare try to be dominant to the werewolf. He didn't know how the wolf part of Remus would react to being overthrown as 'pack leader', so to speak. It could potentially be a dangerous situation that Sirius wouldn't know how to deal with.

There was no recognition in Remus' eyes, and Sirius would have sighed if he had the ability. He had forgotten that Remus wasn't really Remus right now, unlike what all of his other friends would have been if they were around. The wolf charged towards Sirius, which made Sirius jump back slightly in nervousness. There hadn't been a truly bad interaction between the two in their transformed states yet, but Sirius knew that there could always be a first time for everything. However, Remus was not going for Sirius, and was rather going for the book. Sirius barked in what would have been a laugh. Remus tossed the book from his muzzle, and Sirius grabbed it in his own teeth before throwing it again. A bit too roughly, however, as it went flying right past Remus and into the wall.

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