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Comfort for Christmas

Word count: 2200

Remus and Sirius had been sharing a dorm room for five years, and after that amount of time separation can be difficult, so when Sirius went home one Christmas to try and resolve family issues, Remus couldn't help but feel slightly abandoned. Sirius hadn't taken much of his stuff, just a few outfits really since he wasn't intending on staying past Boxing Day, so most of his quidditch jumpers, band tees and pyjamas remained.

On the first day he managed fine, he kept himself busy with study and reading, but when nightfall came it got more difficult. He and Sirius slept in different beds, but they would often chat late into the night until one of them fell asleep, and the absence of his voice made it hard for Remus to drift off. Around 1am, he crept out of bed, being careful not to be too loud in case he woke Peter. James too had gone home for Christmas, as he usually did.

Remus spent about a minute rummaging around Sirius' trunk at the base of his bed before settling on a quidditch jumper which was recently worn by Sirius before he left. Remus crept back into his bed, clutching Sirius' jumper close to his chest, and finally feeling able to fall asleep.

The second and third days were severely worse than the first one, Remus began to miss his best friend deeply, and it didn't take a genius to notice, which was proven when Peter approached him and asked if he was alright.

"I'm fine," Remus spoke quietly as he stared into the fire of the common room "it's just a full moon's coming."

Peter continued pushing "normally you're okay before though." Remus sighed and said nothing, though in his mind he thought 'well normally I know I have Sirius to keep me safe. A rat is hardly going to be much help.'

Peter eventually realised he wouldn't get a reply and scampered off to the library to return his overdue books, leaving Remus alone with his thoughts. He didn't entirely lie, the full moon was on Christmas Eve, three days time, and since second year after his friends found out about his condition he had never gone through one without Sirius, who wouldn't be back until the 27th at the earliest.

He spent the day sitting by the fire, not really doing anything, just sort of staring and thinking. He didn't retire to his bed until about 2am, and even then he didn't sleep for many more hours. That week was torturous, and it only grew worse on the 24th, Christmas Eve and he had to spend it as a hideous monster. It was easily one of the worst transformations, he woke up covered in cuts and bruises and everything ached, he was able to move slightly in his bed to grab Sirius' jumper from underneath his pillow.

And there he laid for hours, he had a few short naps but the stinging of his wounds didn't allow him to sleep properly. It was Christmas Day now, and instead of opening presents, joking with his friends and stuffing himself with turkey he was curled in a ball, blood and tears mixing on his body and sheets.

He finally managed to get to sleep properly, and for the first time since he awoke he looked peaceful. He was clutching Sirius' now bloodied and somewhat soggy jumper to his face, his stained duvet wrapped tightly around him. This was how Sirius found him, he returned back early after Peter wrote to him expressing concern for Remus. 

He sat down on Remus' bed and moved a stray piece of hair out of his closed eyes. He placed a gentle kiss onto the boys forehead before laying down behind him and placing an arm gently over him, careful to avoid fresh wounds. Remus woke up not long later, and upon feeling an arm clasping him, he immediately jumped up which caused his whole body to ache and forced him to seethe through his teeth.

"Are you okay?" Sirius asked, sitting up to be level with remus and check him over.

"What are you doing here? I thought you wouldn't be back." Remus asked, completely ignoring Sirius' question.