Title: The Mind of a Wolf
Author: Silver Wolf Eyes
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance and Horror
Summary: Sirius can't stop thinking about him. Everywhere he turns he sees him, and he has fallen in love. He can't sleep and finds himself outside, on a full moon, staring up into big, murderous silver eyes.
Coupling: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. I am just borrowing them for my own entertainment purposes and promise to put them back when I'm done.
Warning: This story contains slash, as in a male/male relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it. Don't flame... I warned you in the summery.
Author's Note: My beta reader hasn't had the chance to beta this. She is very busy, so this might have some grammar errors.
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~The Mind of a Wolf~
The full moon beams fell upon young Sirius's features as he sat in the window of the empty, seventh year Gryffindor boy's dormitory. His face was a mass of confusion and stress, and was pale from lack of sleep. His body felt quite drained as well, he could hardly walk unless he made himself, but he couldn't relax.
For the past few months Sirius had been uptight, something that he *never* was. It was hard not to be when certain thoughts were continually running through his mind. Mostly they concerned loving someone, but not just anyone. His affections were drawn to one specific *male*, and that confused him even more.
He didn't think he was suppose to feel this way about another bloke, but he did. That wasn't even the worst, or best, part, he had fallen in love with his best friend; Remus J. Lupin.
Sirius drew up his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees in a protective gesture. He had never felt this unsure about himself. Everywhere he went he could see him. A lock of silk, blond hair, his honey-golden eyes, that cute smirk he let slip from his lips when he knew he was right about something. That wasn't all, he could hear his voice clear across a crowded room, or his scent permanently burned into his noise; which strangely always reminded Sirius of morning dew.
Speaking of Remus; tonight was Friday; the full moon. He, James, and Peter were out there roaming along the grounds, most likely heading for Hogsmeade at this very moment, and that's where they would stay for hours. Sirius still felt like kicking himself for not going, but his friends wouldn't let him, or more specifically, Remus wouldn't let him.
His friends were all deathly worried about him, always asking why he was so tense and that it was so unlike him. He'd always just shrug and say family problems, and, at that, they would drop it. The three knew what a horrible bloodline he belonged to. He wasn't exactly lying either. Remus was practically his family, besides James and Peter. They grew up together, helped each other, got into trouble together. They *were* his family. And he had to go and fall in love with one of them.
Thinking back to hours beforehand, he remembered Remus telling him that he looked positively ill and that he should rest and sleep instead of romping around in the dark. Also saying that James and Peter would be enough company until he got better.
Remus would have no 'ifs', 'ands', or 'buts' about it, so Sirius couldn't refuse. It wasn't as if Remus was acting out of character, so he should have known better. The concerned blonde always looked out for the well- being of his friends. Moony even went as far as making sure he was in bed when they left.
Of course, Sirius didn't stay there. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep knowing that Remus was about to endure an extreme amount of pain, and he wasn't there to help.
Sirius wiggled in his seat trying to get comfortable, but it felt warm in the tower. Even the open window wasn't letting in enough air, but he could feel the coolness outside.
Surrendering, Sirius drew himself to his feet and hobbled to the door feeling restless. He made his way down the stairs and out through the portrait door. Slowly, he made sure he created absolutely no sound. He would have taken the map, but he thought he saw James carrying it with him just before they left.
Eventually, he made it to the entrance hall and took a step outside. The cool breeze rushed over his body as he breathed deeply, trying to rid the smell of morning dew from his nose. Nothing could stop Remus's scent from entering his body, even when he wasn't there. It was everywhere.
Sirius sighed, giving in to the inevitable. He started walking towards the lake to sit by a tree and think even more, but something caught his attention. A rustling sound. Sirius looked around him, but couldn't see anything so he settled on it being the wind pushing a few leaves across the grounds.
Halfway to the lake, Sirius heard it again, but it wasn't rustling. It was footsteps in the direction of Hogwarts, where he just came from. He grabbed for his wand, but found it wasn't there.
"Shit!" Sirius cursed. He had forgotten it from under his pillow.
Slowly backing away, he kept dodging his eyes back and forth looking for someone to come after him.
He wasn't prepared to be slammed into at his shoulders. The force completely knocked him backwards, sending him slamming into the ground. He coughed as the air was knocked out of him.
Sirius froze when he heard a low, threatening growl. He slowly looked up staring into big, murderous silver eyes. Sirius started to shake as the huge creature leisurely began to circle him. Its caramel-blonde fur illuminated in the moon rays.
Sirius couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he could do was watch as the overpowering animal circled him, like he was toying with him as a cat does before it pounces...
Eyes widened as Sirius's mind finally caught up to the shock. He backed up, still on the ground, trying to edge away from it. This wasn't just any animal, this was a werewolf. This was Remus, as Moony.
Sirius continued to back away, crawling on his palms and the heels of his feet. He tried to transform, but his body was just too weak. The wolf stopped circling and instead opted to walk straight towards Sirius, unbearably slow. Sirius could just feel the animal's hot breath on his face when, from nowhere, a stag came and butted the wolf on the side, causing it to fall over.
Sirius took his chance to run. His legs scrambled over one another as he broke out and ran as fast as he could back to Hogwarts.
He was no farther then a quarter of the way there when his shoulders bared a tremendous amount of weight. He was forced to the ground once more. Sirius scrambled away and turned around.
The wolf immediately pinned him to the ground by his left shoulder with its powerful paw. Sirius yelped and squeezed his eyes tight. He couldn't believe this was happening, not this, not to Remus or him. The worst wasn't that he was about to die, but the fact that Remus will be devastated having his most horrible nightmare come true. He won't be able to live with himself.
Sirius was forced to lay his head down into the grass as even more weight was shifted to his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw that a stag was continually trying to kick at the wolf and a rat was hanging off its left ear by its teeth.
He could hear the low growl of the wolf in his ears and feel its breath upon his face. It curled back its lips and bared its teeth preparing to attack and kill. Sirius shook from head to toe, adrenaline rushed throughout his veins, his mind was a complete blank.
Finally finding a small bit of the Gryffindor courage, Sirius looked up into the silver eyes of Moony.
Out of nowhere, his voice began to speak on its own in a whisper, "Moony."
The werewolf stopped growling and cocked its ears upright, listening.
"Moony," Sirius said again.
Sirius tensed as the wolf bent real close to his face and lightly sniffed at his hair and down toward his neck.
The beast looked back into Sirius eyes, and he saw them bleeding to a duller honey color. He took his chance, "Remus."
At that, the wolf tilted its head, sniffed greatly once again at his hair, and completely removed its weight from Sirius's shoulder. It took one last look at the deathly pale boy on the ground before turning and disappearing into the Forbidden Forest with the stag following close behind it.
Author: Silver Wolf Eyes
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance and Horror
Summary: Sirius can't stop thinking about him. Everywhere he turns he sees him, and he has fallen in love. He can't sleep and finds himself outside, on a full moon, staring up into big, murderous silver eyes.
Coupling: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. I am just borrowing them for my own entertainment purposes and promise to put them back when I'm done.
Warning: This story contains slash, as in a male/male relationship. If you don't like it, don't read it. Don't flame... I warned you in the summery.
Author's Note: My beta reader hasn't had the chance to beta this. She is very busy, so this might have some grammar errors.
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~The Mind of a Wolf~
The full moon beams fell upon young Sirius's features as he sat in the window of the empty, seventh year Gryffindor boy's dormitory. His face was a mass of confusion and stress, and was pale from lack of sleep. His body felt quite drained as well, he could hardly walk unless he made himself, but he couldn't relax.
For the past few months Sirius had been uptight, something that he *never* was. It was hard not to be when certain thoughts were continually running through his mind. Mostly they concerned loving someone, but not just anyone. His affections were drawn to one specific *male*, and that confused him even more.
He didn't think he was suppose to feel this way about another bloke, but he did. That wasn't even the worst, or best, part, he had fallen in love with his best friend; Remus J. Lupin.
Sirius drew up his legs and wrapped his arms around his knees in a protective gesture. He had never felt this unsure about himself. Everywhere he went he could see him. A lock of silk, blond hair, his honey-golden eyes, that cute smirk he let slip from his lips when he knew he was right about something. That wasn't all, he could hear his voice clear across a crowded room, or his scent permanently burned into his noise; which strangely always reminded Sirius of morning dew.
Speaking of Remus; tonight was Friday; the full moon. He, James, and Peter were out there roaming along the grounds, most likely heading for Hogsmeade at this very moment, and that's where they would stay for hours. Sirius still felt like kicking himself for not going, but his friends wouldn't let him, or more specifically, Remus wouldn't let him.
His friends were all deathly worried about him, always asking why he was so tense and that it was so unlike him. He'd always just shrug and say family problems, and, at that, they would drop it. The three knew what a horrible bloodline he belonged to. He wasn't exactly lying either. Remus was practically his family, besides James and Peter. They grew up together, helped each other, got into trouble together. They *were* his family. And he had to go and fall in love with one of them.
Thinking back to hours beforehand, he remembered Remus telling him that he looked positively ill and that he should rest and sleep instead of romping around in the dark. Also saying that James and Peter would be enough company until he got better.
Remus would have no 'ifs', 'ands', or 'buts' about it, so Sirius couldn't refuse. It wasn't as if Remus was acting out of character, so he should have known better. The concerned blonde always looked out for the well- being of his friends. Moony even went as far as making sure he was in bed when they left.
Of course, Sirius didn't stay there. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep knowing that Remus was about to endure an extreme amount of pain, and he wasn't there to help.
Sirius wiggled in his seat trying to get comfortable, but it felt warm in the tower. Even the open window wasn't letting in enough air, but he could feel the coolness outside.
Surrendering, Sirius drew himself to his feet and hobbled to the door feeling restless. He made his way down the stairs and out through the portrait door. Slowly, he made sure he created absolutely no sound. He would have taken the map, but he thought he saw James carrying it with him just before they left.
Eventually, he made it to the entrance hall and took a step outside. The cool breeze rushed over his body as he breathed deeply, trying to rid the smell of morning dew from his nose. Nothing could stop Remus's scent from entering his body, even when he wasn't there. It was everywhere.
Sirius sighed, giving in to the inevitable. He started walking towards the lake to sit by a tree and think even more, but something caught his attention. A rustling sound. Sirius looked around him, but couldn't see anything so he settled on it being the wind pushing a few leaves across the grounds.
Halfway to the lake, Sirius heard it again, but it wasn't rustling. It was footsteps in the direction of Hogwarts, where he just came from. He grabbed for his wand, but found it wasn't there.
"Shit!" Sirius cursed. He had forgotten it from under his pillow.
Slowly backing away, he kept dodging his eyes back and forth looking for someone to come after him.
He wasn't prepared to be slammed into at his shoulders. The force completely knocked him backwards, sending him slamming into the ground. He coughed as the air was knocked out of him.
Sirius froze when he heard a low, threatening growl. He slowly looked up staring into big, murderous silver eyes. Sirius started to shake as the huge creature leisurely began to circle him. Its caramel-blonde fur illuminated in the moon rays.
Sirius couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All he could do was watch as the overpowering animal circled him, like he was toying with him as a cat does before it pounces...
Eyes widened as Sirius's mind finally caught up to the shock. He backed up, still on the ground, trying to edge away from it. This wasn't just any animal, this was a werewolf. This was Remus, as Moony.
Sirius continued to back away, crawling on his palms and the heels of his feet. He tried to transform, but his body was just too weak. The wolf stopped circling and instead opted to walk straight towards Sirius, unbearably slow. Sirius could just feel the animal's hot breath on his face when, from nowhere, a stag came and butted the wolf on the side, causing it to fall over.
Sirius took his chance to run. His legs scrambled over one another as he broke out and ran as fast as he could back to Hogwarts.
He was no farther then a quarter of the way there when his shoulders bared a tremendous amount of weight. He was forced to the ground once more. Sirius scrambled away and turned around.
The wolf immediately pinned him to the ground by his left shoulder with its powerful paw. Sirius yelped and squeezed his eyes tight. He couldn't believe this was happening, not this, not to Remus or him. The worst wasn't that he was about to die, but the fact that Remus will be devastated having his most horrible nightmare come true. He won't be able to live with himself.
Sirius was forced to lay his head down into the grass as even more weight was shifted to his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw that a stag was continually trying to kick at the wolf and a rat was hanging off its left ear by its teeth.
He could hear the low growl of the wolf in his ears and feel its breath upon his face. It curled back its lips and bared its teeth preparing to attack and kill. Sirius shook from head to toe, adrenaline rushed throughout his veins, his mind was a complete blank.
Finally finding a small bit of the Gryffindor courage, Sirius looked up into the silver eyes of Moony.
Out of nowhere, his voice began to speak on its own in a whisper, "Moony."
The werewolf stopped growling and cocked its ears upright, listening.
"Moony," Sirius said again.
Sirius tensed as the wolf bent real close to his face and lightly sniffed at his hair and down toward his neck.
The beast looked back into Sirius eyes, and he saw them bleeding to a duller honey color. He took his chance, "Remus."
At that, the wolf tilted its head, sniffed greatly once again at his hair, and completely removed its weight from Sirius's shoulder. It took one last look at the deathly pale boy on the ground before turning and disappearing into the Forbidden Forest with the stag following close behind it.