Just some Harry Potter things

Wolfstar O-S

Casting a Patronus is a great thing a wizard or a witch can do. Some manage on their first try, others need more time to fully master the spell.

The Patronus is a representation of one's soul. The white animal coming out of the wizard's or witch's wand is their spirit animal. They may be as brave as a lion, as loyal as a dog or as cunning as a serpent.

'Expecto Patronum!' Nothing came out of Remus's wand.

He had been trying to conjure a Patronus for the last few hours, but he just couldn't. He had happy memories: his parents, his friends, sometimes even the full moon, when, after the pain, he felt finally free. But for some reason, none of those worked.

He sat on a desk. The classroom was empty now and he could see the Whomping Willow and, above the tree, the clear sky. He'd had a rough night the last week – he wouldn't transform now. He was safe, looking at the moon. But he still wished he could see it full without feeling pain and fear.

Remus shook the thought off. He needed to be happy, not scared, to conjure a Patronus.

He came closer to the window, still sitting on the desk. He could name most of stars on the sky; not because he paid attention in the Astronomy class, but because he had stayed a whole night awake last year to learn them for Sirius. Sirius, who woke up at six o'clock to be the first to see him after a full-moon night. Sirius, who came running to the Shrieking Shack to bring him clothes, breakfast and, most importantly, a friend. Sirius, who was the first to find out about Remus's condition.

Remus got up and stepped away from the window. He held out his wand and let the image of Sirius next to him, his arm around his shoulders, calming him down, invade his mind. A warm feeling traversed his body, but Remus didn't let himself be distracted. He closed his eyes.

'Expecto Patronum,' he said. He opened his eyes, but didn't see anything.

He sighed and sat down. They had been taught about Patronuses a week ago, but he just couldn't do it. James had assured him that he would be able to conjure a Patronus eventually, but Remus doubted he was right. And if he couldn't cast that spell, how was he going to pass his N.E.W.T.s?

The weird thing, the boys were able to produce a Patronus. James's was a stag, Peter's a rat and Sirius's a dog, but Remus, the smartest and most hard-working of the four of them, wasn't able to conjure a Patronus.

'It would be a wolf,' he muttered. 'Or maybe a werewolf.' He wasn't sure he wanted to see that, but he had to learn how to cast the spell.

He closed his eyes and thought of his parents. Lyall was a loving and loyal father; it wasn't his fault Fenrir Greyback had bitten Remus. And Hope was loving as well, the best mother in the whole world. Even though she was a Muggle, she didn't run away after Remus was changed. On the contrary, she was the most worried about that – she and her husband. And she still loved her son more than anything. They both did.

Remus wanted to stop and try to conjure a Patronus again, but memories kept coming on his mind. His first day at Hogwarts, when he had been so scared that he kept flinching at any word addressed to him. The day he befriended James Potter, with his rectangular, black glasses, Sirius Black, with his dumb, beautiful grin and Peter Pettigrew, with his smiling and plump face. The day they found Remus crouched on the bed in the Shrieking Shack, shivering and scared (Sirius was the first to do something – he went to the castle and came back with new clothes for Remus and some food, then held his friend while he was eating). The day a black dog came to check on him and Remus was feeling so lonely that he hugged the dog, only to find himself later hugging Sirius Black.

'Expecto Patronum,' he whispered, slowly lifting his wand. He was now standing, though he didn't know when he had got up.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, only to see a beautiful animal made of pure, white light running around the empty classroom. It wasn't a werewolf, but a wolf, and it reminded Remus of something, someone...