The full moon had been difficult again. Remus had spent his night rampaging in the howling shack, the wolf trying to get out between its walls.

In the morning the marauders, James, Sirius and Peter who had tried to stay with him in their animagus form, had brought him back to Mrs. Promefresh exhausted and half unconscious.

Remus didn't know how long he had slept. His body was numb and covered in bandages. Despite this pain, he could feel his muscles relax unconsciously as a gentle hand passed through his hair. His eyes opened with difficulty and irises had trouble adjusting to the late morning light.

You were there, at his bedside, as always. The rays of the sun surrounded you giving him the impression of a guardian angel descending from the sky to help him. Your fingers played with his brown locks with affection. "{{user}}" Remus called you sleepily.