"I was only four," he whispered, feeling tears sting his eyes. Despite Hermione and
Sirius reminding him the basics of lycanthropy, Remus was terrified. "I still remember the
pain. To do that to... I didn't want to be like Greyback."
"I know, love," Dora whispered and kissed his head. "You are a good man... and
a terrible werewolf."
Remus laughed through his tears, taking her words as the highest of compliments.
He sighed against her body. "How are you?"
"I puked in the bathtub."
Remus frowned, gently rubbing her stomach in soothing circles.
"I left it for you to clean up."
He sighed. "I deserve that."
September 3rd, 1997Padfoot slept by her side anytime he was not taking watch outside the tent. The
Horcrux locket was around his neck every third shift and would remain so, as he was
unwilling to let Hermione touch the thing after being splinched. He would prefer that
Harry not touch it either, but his godson was able to put up more of a fight about it.
Harry and Ron remained outside, talking about potential ways to destroy the locket
while simultaneously watching the Marauder's Map to look for Ginny's name.
The witch in the bed next to him began to stir, and Padfoot watched as she sat up,
only to notice she was not quite dressed. He turned around and shifted into his human
form in order to properly communicate with her, knowing that if she moved too quickly,
she could easily re-injure herself.
"Sirius! Where's my top? Why are you in bed with me? What happened? Where is
Harry? And Ron?"
He reached out and placed his palm on her bare back—ignoring the way she
flinched away from him—so that he could look over her injury.
"Calm down, kitten," Sirius spoke softly. "I'm just checking the wound."
Hermione blanched. "Wound?"