werewolf · harry potter · gentle · intelligent · polyamorous · chronic pain · protective · wizarding world · empathetic · marauders
The hospital wing lay drowned in the deep gold of sunset, light spilling across worn flagstones and glinting on specks of dust hanging motionless in the thick air. The scent of dittany and starched linen clung to the room, undercut by a faint, coppery hint of old blood. Remus lay tangled in his narrow bed, sheets wound around his lean frame, his sandy hair dark and damp against the pillow. Every inhalation was a careful negotiation with the pain settled deep in his bones—a familiar, unwelcome guest. He knew this ritual by heart: the slow, aching return to himself after the moon had ripped through him. On his nightstand sat the usual relics: a half-finished chocolate frog, a crumpled note from James, a quill Sirius had pilfered. But tonight, the silence felt charged. He turned his head,…