✰SIXTY-SEVEN✰

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HEY, BABIES! THERE'S A LOT GOING ON IN THIS CHAPTER SO PAY ATTENTION LMFAO xx

I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO x10000 MUCH <3333

TW: LOTS OF BLOOD/WEREWOLF TRANSFORMATION SO...SCREAMING.../SCHOOL STRESS

(BEEN EDITED SINCE ORIGINAL PUBLISH)

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✰ You, boyfriend, lover, star to

my moon. James might

as well be my mum.

Peter is the keeper of chocolate ✰

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The white moon's light etched out beautiful patterns on the hardwood floors of the Shrieking Shack, winding and curling over shelves and tables and cobwebs. There were no storming winds, but a sky of peace, the only sounds outside being owls and leaves. On a night of such characteristics, you would expect calm and love, not pain and screams. Yet, Prongs found himself cowered in a corner, as he did each month, his eyes not leaving the sight of his friend's distress before him.

Padfoot stood strong beside him, Wormtail hidden in the fur on his back. Padfoot had always been the strongest on these nights. 'If Moony is able to go through such misery, then I am more than capable of watching it'.

Prongs' eyes fell closed as his head sank. He could not stand it. He could not.

A deep cry of pain emitted from the hollow of Moony's throat. He's coming back. Remus is coming back. Prongs tried and tried to comfort himself, but it was difficult. So, so difficult. He wanted to help, he really did, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. Remus had always reminded the boys of how grateful he was for what they did for him. For instance, they'd spent the whole night out in the Forbidden forest, running around, hunting, playing. It was fun. Moony loved it. But that did nothing to ease the hurt at the end of the night.

A soft bark sounded from his left and he turned to see Padfoot rubbing his nuzzle into Prongs' side, a form of consolation. Wormy squeaked.

Prongs' eyes didn't leave the ground for the rest of the transformation. Not once.

It was only when he heard the familiar groan of discomfort and the heavy, heaving breaths that he pulled himself together. Remus.

Padfoot became Sirius. Wormtail became Peter. Prongs became James.

"Sirius-" Remus tried to speak but cut himself off with a deafening scream as the incredibly deep gash on his chest ripped. Peter winced and hid his face in the crook of James' neck with tears in his eyes.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." Sirius sprinted over and fell to his knees beside his lover, rubbing his hair softly. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." He repeated over and over again, beginning to sob, his forehead dropping to Remus'.

James pulled Peter even closer and gave him a huge bear hug. This was never easy. Not for any of them. He made the mistake of facing Remus' limp body as the hug persisted, the boy's fingers turning white as he clawed at the floor. His face disappeared in Peter's hair, yet he could not remove the sight from the insides of his eyes. So much blood. Too much.

In a sudden act of adrenaline, James let go of Peter and tore off the shirt which clung to his chest and ran over to Remus. "Hey, buddy. This is gonna hurt like hell, but it'll be worth it. I promise it will."

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