Snogging Pox

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The next people who came by were muggle doctors, who thought they found three barely conscious short pudgy, furry, but bald men with huge thick eyebrows, and had them admitted to the hospital a few steps away.

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"I ... what?" Remus blinked in confusion.

Harry chuckled despite the soreness, "Look in the mirror." He said.

After everyone left to do their own things, Severus went to test the new potential method of saving Harry only letting Harry apply the parcel magic based runes to the lab floor before making him rest. Now both Remus and Harry found themselves alone together. Of course, that meant Harry had to point out the one thing Remus had yet to notice. The werewolf didn't believe it, but when he looked in the mirror, or technically the reflective surface of a tray that Dobby brought food on, as instructed he finally saw the huge difference in his appearance. It went beyond just looking healthier! He truly did lose nearly 20 years!

"How?" Remus squeaked in shock.

"Severus is bloody brilliant, that's how!" Harry laughed, only to wince as he strained his wounds. "He wanted a chance to start over and that's why he made it. I don't think this should get out unless it's what Severus wants so please say nothing about it- Hey, what's wrong?" Harry asked as tears brimmed the werewolf's eyes.

Remus sniffled as Harry pulled him close, "Starting over is something I always wanted too ... I just wish I had someone to do it with." He said sobbing softly.

Harry's heart broke as Remus broke down crying, "What do you mean? You have me-"

"You belong to Severus and after everything ... I can't be a part of anything in his life, especially his mate. I just ... I want someone too, but who'd love a werewolf?" Remus cried.

"I love you, Remus." Harry said softly as he brushed a tear away with his thumb, "please remember that and stop worrying about being a werewolf. It's not a horrible curse you have to be ashamed of. If I were a werewolf would you tell me to be asham-"

"Never! You should never be ashamed!" Remus yelped, horrified that it even crossed Harry's mind. He would never hurt Harry or even suggest that he should look down on himself in anyway.

Harry tilted Remus's head up to look him in the eyes, "If I were bitten or if you had a child that was a werewolf how do you think your actions would make us feel? If you want us to not have shame over being a werewolf then stop feeling shame over being that very thing. Just because you had to hide from those who were against your kind doesn't mean you have to hate yourself too."

"I- ... didn't think of it like that." Remus sniffled. His entire life he felt shame over it and a deep fear. Yes, he had to hide. So many people feared werewolves, and while it was for a reason, was it a good enough reason to have such prejudices?

Lily, James, Sirius and Harry never cared, even after seeing how dangerous he was. Even if the rest of magical world was against him, he would be fine with those he cared about. He would do anything for them and he could hear himself saying all those comforting things to any of them if they were turned. Of course, those comforting words would be empty coming from him if he didn't try to take those words to heart.

"You won't have any problem finding someone." Harry said softly. Remus felt his heart race and leaned against Harry's chest. A loud crunch of crushing metal could be heard from the connecting room, "The testing must be going on ... I hope that's a good sound." He muttered. Remus wanted to comfort Harry and made him lay back on the bed to rest while snuggling close. They just laid there in a peaceful silence for a while ...