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Chapter 6: First Year: Toujours Pur

Wednesday, 3rd November 1971

Remus opened his eyes slowly, placing his hand on them to get rid of some discharge covering both eyelids. Even though there were green curtains around his bed, the light was still bright enough for him to make him squint and he had to wait a few minutes until his eyes finally got used to it so that he could stop blinking chaotically. Young Lupin tried to uplift himself but the pain he felt was unbearable. He looked down and realised that his right arm looked funny – it was swollen and bruised with some weird marks on it. He tried to raise said arm, but it seemed that despite the message that his brain was sending to it, the arm would not respond and act like it wasn't there.

"Don't get up just yet, darling," a sweet, calm voice called, and a figure of Madam Pomfrey appeared out of nowhere. She looked just like she always did – wearing a dress in a claret colour and a white apron over it. She also had this weird, white veil on top of her head. "It's broken. You're going to have to drink some Skele-Gro and it will be mended within less than an hour."

Remus sighed as the witch poured some of the potion into a glass. A bottle of said mixture looked like a skeleton with a head instead of a regular wooden cork. Poppy handed him the medicine and helped him sit up, adjusting his white pillow. Remus investigated the cup and smelled the potion which seemed to have no scent. He looked up at the witch who encouraged him with a small nod.

'Maybe it won't taste like anything either', he thought and bolted down the whole portion. His throat started to burn as if he had just drunk liquid fire and Remus started coughing, asking for water. Madam Pomfrey used an 'Aguamenti' spell, and a stream of water splashed from the tip of her wand straight into the cup. Young Lupin immediately chugged it and sighed with relief.

"You trying to kill me or what?!" he tried yelling at the witch, but his whisky voice and a stuffy nose wouldn't allow it.

"I should have warned you it's not too tasty, dear," the witch said as she took a cup from Remus' hands and placed it back on the desk. "Not any potion in the world will ever taste like pumpkin juice. How are you feeling? Does anything else hurt?"

Remus sighed.

"Just regular pain, nothing new I suppose," he replied weakly, whispering. "What happened? Did I... you know. Did I turn inside the school?"

"Luckily, you did not. Now, you must come here much earlier before the transformation so that nothing like that happens ever again," Poppy pointed, whispering and stroking his hair gently. Remus tried to move his head away, but it was no use since he was sitting on a bed. The witch offered to look through his new wounds once more and helped Remus with taking off the t-shirt of his pyjamas (which he didn't know how he ended up in).

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make the cuts disappear completely," she said. "I tried researching, but there isn't much information about treating magical wounds made by a werewolf".

"Mm."

Madam Pomfrey carefully scanned through the red marks and put some ointment on them, adding some wand work to it, making them less stingy for Remus and their colour turning more pale. He sighed with relief and moved to a corner of the bed, lifting the pant legs so that the witch could treat the ugly cuts on his thighs and calves. All of the cuts were curvy, brutal and visibly made in anger. Once he was all set, he asked the nurse if he could get dressed in his regular muggle clothes hanging on a chair.

"Of course, my darling but you are meant to stay here until I say so," she smiled as Remus pulled down the material of pant legs. "As always", he thought. He put on brown trousers and a white shirt, putting the grey vest on top of it.