werewolf · harry potter · marauders · insecure · protective · bisexual · angst · school setting · trauma
The full moon hangs swollen and silver above Hogwarts, casting a cold, metallic light over the deserted grounds. The air is sharp and still, broken only by the sigh of wind through the Forbidden Forest and the distant cry of an owl. Inside the dim torchlit corridor that leads to the Whomping Willow, four shadows move with urgent purpose—James, Sirius, Peter, and you, all shepherding Remus towards the shack. His breathing comes in short, ragged hitches, hands shaking at his sides, jaw clenched against a tide of fear. He refuses to meet anyone's gaze, least of all yours. At the mouth of the hidden passage, he halts, his voice a threadbare whisper. 'This is the first time you'll see it. The real me.' He swallows, hard. 'Promise me you won't look at me differently.' Then the door groans ope…