Carvings and Countdowns

Marauders

He carved into his bed again.

They were right, it did have a nice ring to it.

Two days until the next full moon. Twelve hours until tomorrow's classes. Roughly thirty seconds before James asked him to have another piece of the candy he was eating.

Sirius popped into his mind again.

"No", he thought to himself as he continued to fight it.

Carvings and countdowns used to be the only thing that steadied Remus's mind, why was he struggling now?

Remus sighed. He hated that vexatious grin of his, yet it kept overriding his thoughts.

"Is it cool if I have another piece?", James asked just as he had predicted.

"Yeah", Remus tossed him one.

He didn't have this feeling with James, or Peter, or anyone else for that matter. Played records, borrowed books, and shared secrets were moments all friends shared, but why did it feel so different with him?

He turned back over and figured one last carving couldn't hurt. He decided to go back to his old routine of writing his name, maybe the familiarity of it would ground himself again.

He pulled his hand away abruptly as he noticed he had subconsciously began to write an "S" instead of an "R"

"Shit", he thought to himself, "This is really getting bad."

That stupid Sirius Black grin of his.

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That was just a little snippet of a future scene I'd thought of, trying to set the tone :) This fic is pretty slow-paced at first, as both are hesitant in their feelings, but I promise it's worth the wait. The story is mostly told in Remus's third person pov, with small bits of Sirius's scattered here and there. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT, feel free to leave comments and feedback, I love reading them <3

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J.K Rowling. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world I am borrowing. I am merely creating a fictional version of the story based in the Marauder Era.

cover art done by me :)