Vulnera Sanentur

Chapter 8: Night

A/N: This chapter has been long in the plotting. The wolf scene is blocky. Enjoy anyways.

Disclaimer: I'm but a lowly mudblood of the fan fiction community. I don't own these characters as JKR does.

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Seamus sat in Defense Against The Dark Arts, writing his essay on Veela. He was identifying the age at which Veela come into their powers.

"Mr. Finnigan, please join me in my office. I need to speak to you." Lupin gestured towards the staircase. "Now, please."

Harry and Dean shot him a look, telling him to go. Seamus stood and entered Lupins office with him. Lupin silenced his door.

"Tomorrow's the full moon, are you nervous?" Lupins voice was laced with worry. He embraced Seamus in a hug. "I'm sorry."

Seamus knew he couldn't imagine the regret the man was feeling. He hugged him back. "I'm nervous, but I'll have Harry with me as Jet. It's not your fault, I should have talked with you earlier that day."

"Thank you for being so kind. You'll be fine, I'm sure. Tonight and Tomorrow night, remember not to resist the change. It lessens the pain."

"Thank you for the advice, Professor." Seamus released the hug and their eyes met.

"You can call me Remus, don't think I haven't noticed. You've mated with Harry. He's like a son to me."

Seamus smiled weakly.

"Don't fret over classes. Enjoy the day and get to the Shrieking Shack early."

"Okay, thank you Prof-- Remus." Seamus opened the door behind him and rejoined the class in time for the bell to ring. Time for Charms.

Harry, Dean, and Seamus entered the classroom and took their seats in the lecture hall. The room was circular and made to fit the students in the edges. The short teacher would stand on the podium in the middle and teach, so everyone could see him.

"Today, we will be examining your current skill level concerning the Repairing Charm. Please take a crystal goblet from the storage shelf and smash it. When I get to you, you will repair it. Go on." Flitwick's squeaky voice resounded around the room. Students rose throughout the class and got goblets. Dean got one for all 3 of the boys. Seamus smashed his with a book, Harry used his bag, and Dean used his foot. Many other students broke their goblets in similar ways, and Flitwick rounded the room, watching students as they muttered Reparo. Dean managed to repair his fully, only faint outlines of where it cracked and broke. Harry repaired his just a decently, but it was chipped on the outside. He wasn't always the most precise. Then it was Seamus' turn.

"Reparo." He waved his wand in the triangular motion and the goblet repaired itself. There wasn't any indication that it was broken.

"Excellent, Mr. Finnigan! Not even a flame! I remember your fifth year as if it were just yesterday, when you melted a cup trying to use Aguamenti. Perfect! Full marks." That raised Seamus' nerves a bit. He was still fretting over the moon tonight.

Class ended, and potions was canceled. Slughorn must be brewing Lupin's wolfsbane. The afternoon passed and Harry and Seamus went to dinner at 5. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Dean, and Blaise were already there. They gave the Irishman an encouraging look. Seamus looked at them with a sad smile.