𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊

40

Remus slowly begins to stir, hearing muffled voices from the next room over in the Shrieking Shack. He can't quite work out what they're saying, but from the stressed tones he can tell that their conversation isn't about anything good.

"James, we can't just not tell him." Circe replies to whatever the raven haired boy just said. Her voice is stern, much sterner than Remus has ever heard it before. "We need to make sure that he doesn't tell anyone."

A loud huff comes from the other room. "We can do that... we can..." James trails off.

Remus scrunches his face up in confusion as he gets up off the ground. He gets the spare clothes he has hidden away in a hole in the wall so that he doesn't have to return to the castle grounds in the nude.

Circe scoffs at this. "We can what? Kill him?" The sandy haired boy can practically hear her eyes rolling from the next room over. "The guy may be a prick, but we aren't exactly the judge, jury and executioner around here."

Remus winces as he tries to walk into the next room, realising that he has a bit of a limp. He notices the dozens of tiny scratches around one of his ankles, the pain matching the soreness of his back. They don't feel like Moony scars, unlike the one cut on his arm- had Circe done those? What happened last night and why are his friends trying to cover something up?

"I'm not saying we should kill him... but maybe we could wipe his memory." Sirius adds, agreeing with James.

All four sets of eyes widen why the lay eyes on Remus, who's stood in the doorway and using the frame for support. None of them know what to say to the boy because just a few moments ago they were talking about messing with someone's head for his sake.

Remus looks at them all in horror. Sirius shirt is being used as a makeshift sling to hold his broken arm until they get him to Madame Pomfrey- or until Circe gets around to him. The girl seems to be doing a decent job at healing the large bruise around James' chest with the odd spell or two, the boy appears to have at least two ribs broken and a giant slash mark across his chest.

Circe looks the worst off out of them all. With her wearing a t-shirt, he can see all of the dark purple bruise littered up and down her arms, along with a few cuts. On her head sits a massive lump, with dried blood surrounding it. "Hey, pretty boy." She says slowly, moving away from James and over to Remus. "How are you feeling?"

"How am I feeling?" He repeats, horror flooding into his tone. He had clearly done all of this last night, he'd hurt Circe and all of his friends. "What happened to you all? Did I really do all of this?" He brushes Circe's hair out of her face and she winces when his hand accidentally touches a sore spot.

Circe grabs his hand when he goes to retract it, knowing all of the self-deprecating thoughts running through his head. "We're all fine, don't worry." She tells him. "Things just got a little out of hand last night."

"A LITTLE- a little out of hand? I hurt you." Remus says sadly. "What if I had killed you?"

The brunette quickly shakes her head, not wanting him to go there. "Moony would never, I got him to calm down- like I always do." She promises, hating to see him so upset with himself.

"When he thought you were dead." Peter adds, remembering the pure horror he had felt when they saw the cat lying limply on the ground. They had all also thought that she was dead, it was terrifying. He's never been all that scared of the werewolf until last night, if that had been him in rat form he would surely be a goner.

Circe narrows her eyes him. "You're not helping, Petey." She tells him softly, before turning back to Remus who is trying to pull away from her but she won't left him. "Listen to me, love. We're all okay."