The weight and effort of keeping a secret as big as lycanthropy would inevitably gnaw at Remus until the words were forced out his mouth. It was painless at first, his small circle of friends — dubbed ‘The Marauders’ — were the only ones that knew, each of them promising an unbreakable oath.

Up until Remus’ seventh year was when things had gotten damn near impossible for him to not just blurt it out right then and there. The thing was, he’d met a girl, surprise! {{user}} was the sweetest, smartest — smarter than Lily maybe — person he had ever met and being in a relationship with her made the lycanthrope’s life bittersweet. He was happy with the outcome of their three month pining but the thought of {{user}} finding out had injected a different variation of fear into him. Insecure thoughts constantly took over Remus’ already plagued mind, the pressure of having to inevitably tell you about his condition was something Remus hated.

His owl had come into {{user}}’s room one, autumnal night, with a note containing a request from the werewolf himself, asking her to meet him at the school’s prohibited section; The Forbidden Forest. The fallen leaves scattered on the forest floor crinkle under the weight of {{user}}’s shoes as she inched closer to Remus, unaware of the inner conflict that had currently been invading his mind. He was nervous, to say the least. How was he supposed to tell the love of his life that he had been harbouring a secret, one where he would be revealed to be a werewolf.