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𝕽emus sighed, weakly lifting his hands up and running them through his hair, deciding whether the hospital wing was dizzier with his eyes open or his eyes closed. Open was better, he thinks, though it's just as bad either way, but he goes with open so he could stare at the ceiling rather than nothing. Another month, another full moon. Another thing he's missed out because this full moon managed to land itself on the Hogsmeade weekend, one he would have finally been able to take Willow out on a date on, but he couldn't because he's cursed.
They would have all left on the carriages for the village like he wanted them to, going for butterbeer, to Honeydukes for chocolate and sweets, he knew Willow would get some lemon drops, Zonkos for their prank supplies and maybe they might go to the book shop, or maybe not. He doesn't know, he's stuck in the hospital wing, sick, weak, aching, with a desperate hope he wouldn't feel any worse. It's wishful thinking— he always feels worse as the day progresses.
The curtain draws back to reveal Madame Pomfrey with a handful of potions, a sympathetic glance on her face as she knows he's missing out on time with his friends, a pout on his lips as she dabbed his forehead with a cold towel in hopes to help his temperature. She feels helpless when it comes to Remus Lupin, knowing what he goes through every single month because of something beyond his control physically aches her inside, even more so when she knows there's no cure, there's no remedies, she can't wholly help him, this sweet, kind, polite boy given a awful fate from nature.
"This should help with your fever I know you hate the taste but-"
"I don't want it" He mumbled, whimpering when he shifted himself, his bones in agony, probably preparing themselves for when they will be all breaking in hours of time for his transformation. He ignores the look from Madame Pomfrey, trying his hardest not to snap at this woman, his saviour as she speaks softly,
"Remus, I'd advise you take it, please-"
"That's okay, Poppy, i'll help him" A familiar voice draws him out of his gaze up at the ceiling, slowly shifting his head to see her, Willow, dressed in sweatpants, the sweater he let her borrow on Halloween and her glowing hair tied back in a pony tail. He frowns faintly, wondering if he was just hallucinating or if she was actually here with him when she's supposed to be in Hogsmeade. He knows by the look Madame Pomfrey gives, flickering her eyes between them she's real, she's here.
I sent Madame Pomfrey a reassuring glance that I can help him, her head nodding and leaving us alone in the little section of the hospital wing, my heart aching in my chest at the sight of this boy in pain, pain he doesn't deserve in the least. If I could take it all away from him, I would, If I could buy the moon and cut it in half so he never saw a full moon, I would, If I could find a cure for lycanthropy, I would. I'd do it all for him so he wouldn't have to go through it any longer but right now he does, and i'll try my best to help him in the way I can.
"You're supposed to be in Hogsmeade" He rasped out, blinking at me as I smiled gently, approaching him slowly,
"Correction, I could be in Hogsmeade, I'm supposed to be here with you. We have to stick together us beings" I replied, reaching and pushing his hair back off his forehead before leaning down and pressing my lips lightly to the button of his nose, hearing him sigh softly and flutter his eyes closed at the gesture, even more so when I whispered, "Hi"
