Remus and Sirius were walking hands enterwined, back to the Gryffindor common room. Once there, Sirius flopped on the nearest armchair. Remus then walked over to his and sat on the arm of the chair.
"Hm," he sighed.
"What's wrong?" Sirius asked, sitting up to face him. Remus layed back, leaving his back on Sirius' lap, and his head on the other arm.
"Tomorrow is the full moon," he answered.
"And? It wouldn't be the first time we saw you as a Werewolf," Sirius joked.
"It's not that," Remus replied.
"It's-" he trailed off.
"I don't want you anywhere near the Shrieking Shack tomorrow night."
Sirius's expression changed to confused, and hurt.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I'm not myself, when I transform. I become. I become a monster, I don't remember who I am, and I could kill James, or Peter, maybe Lily, or you," Remus explained.
"I would kill myself if I killed any of you," he added quietly.
"Aw Remus," Sirius started.
"I don't care if you're a Werewolf. I don't care if you don't remember who you are. I care about you. And I know what happens, I've taken the risk, but I know you won't hurt any of us. Not even if you want to kill me if I ate the last Chocolate Frog," Sirius replied.
Remus leaned up with Sirius leaning down, they connect lips. Once they broke apart, they went to bed.
"I see you later Wolfy," Sirius joked.
"Don't call me that."
PART TWO OF REMUS AS A WEREEOLF?
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