Four To The End (prev Shifting Lines) Book Three (Marauders Era)

Chapter Seventy - The Werewolf Lesson

Author's note: Oh my GOSH everyone thank you so much for the incredible amount of love and excitement for coming back!! All the comments and messages have made me so happy!!

CW emetophobia (quite a bit), unintentional self-harm (scratching)

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"I feel sick."

"It's okay. We'll be okay."

"We're gonna die."

"We'll be fine."

Peter and Remus stood in a side corridor, peering out at Mulciber and Avery who were hassling a second year Hufflepuff. They were shoving her back and forth between them, and taunting her for her bloodline.

"Let's go."

"I'm gonna be sick."

Remus took Peter's hand and yanked him out. "St-stop hurting her!" he shouted, trying to sound braver than he felt.

The Slytherins stopped and looked at them, while the girl ran off crying. Hopefully she wouldn't get a teacher... that would be a very airtight alibi for the Slytherins.

"What do you want Loopy? Pokey?"

"Why do you hurt kids who've d-done nothing to—to you?" Remus demanded, heart feeling like it would leap out of his throat.

Mulciber and Avery exchanged looks then faced them fully, going for their wands. A really nasty smirk curled along Avery's face. "Pretty brave for someone who doesn't have Potter and Black with them."

Peter gave a whimper at that, which made the Slytherins laugh. "He looks like he's gonna wet himself," Mulciber said.

Avery twirled his wand. "Maybe we should help him with that."

Remus drew in a deep breath. He didn't want to do this, he felt as sick as Peter looked. James and Sirius better damn well appreciate their help! "Still trying to do-do—to d-to-to do that sp-spell after two years?"

"Dodododo what?" laughed Avery. "Tell you what, Loopy. I'm in a generous mood. If you can say one full sentence without st-stu-stuttering then we'll be on our way."

"G-g-g-good luck!" crowed Mulciber.

Remus swallowed, fingers curling around his wand. He felt his tongue thickening, but wanted desperately to say something to them without a stutter. To insult them clearly. However, he knew if he tried to say almost anything he'd stutter. Except for spells, he was good at saying spells.

"Pedesium Vivarras!"

Avery's feet were yanked out from under him and he landed on his bum with a loud 'ooof'. Mulciber nearly dropped his wand in surprise but managed to keep hold of it to shoot out a spell.

Soon the four of them were fighting, Remus doing his best not to simply set them on fire and finish it quickly. They needed time. They needed to keep the two of them held up for at least ten minutes, and it had only been two or three.

I could have just put the full-body bind on them and released them after half an hour, he thought as he ducked under one of Avery's spells and shot one back at him. Blasted Merlin's beard, why did I just go along with James's plan to fight them instead of trying to think of something else like that!

Peter went down pretty quickly, an invisible hand pulling hard at his hair and almost dragging him across the floor. He howled in pain, thrashing and kicking, trying to get free. Remus couldn't help him since it was two on one now and he was being backed up against the wall. Mulciber was doing a jig but somehow managed to keep a decent aim, while Avery's non-dominant hand was flapping all over the place from being jellified.