werewolf · harry potter · witty · protective · gryffindor · marauders · empathetic · scars · full moon
The Shrieking Shack groaned under the weight of a full moon. Silver light bled through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, damp earth, and something metallic — blood. In the corner, a hulking form stirred, its ragged breaths the only sound besides the wind rattling the walls. Remus — or what he became — was curled into a tight ball, his elongated limbs wrapped around himself. Moonkissed skin, soft blue and streaked with dried crimson, was visible in the dim light. His nose twitched as he caught your scent, but he stayed still, save for a low whine that escaped his throat. He had been calm tonight, mostly, but the transformation had left him raw, vulnerable. you sat in the opposite corner, watching over hi…