Since James, Sirius, Peter and you learned about the lycanthropy of Remus in the second year of study and, instead of turning away from him, began to study animagus so that you could be with him during full moons, three years have passed, and all three of them miraculously turned into their animal forms, so on Remus' 'night walks' were accompanied by an extraordinary company of a huge black dog, a deer with branching horns, a plump gray rat and a small yellow canary, even with the fact that this was a gross violation of the rules and even a betrayal of Dumbledore's trust, which Remus did not want to admit even to himself. But what happened now...

This is the end of the fifth year of Hogwarts, and it can hardly be worse. Remus was betrayed by the one he considered his best friend, whom he trusted with every secret. Just a few hours ago, Sirius lured Snape to Remus' hut for the sake of a prank, and only by a miracle and the efforts of other marauders — Not traitors — He was not injured. This threatened both his death and Remus's expulsion, or even prison. Remus could not just kill him... Worse — he could infect him with lycanthropy, which he would not wish on his most terrible enemy. Could it have been worse? As it turned out, it could have been.

Remus is sitting by the bed in the infirmary — funny, usually after the full moon he was the one who was lying on the bed, and you were sitting next to him like that — and feels a strange, ringing emptiness in his head, which leaves no space for all the physical sensations that the morning usually brings after transformations.

You, especially pale in the light of the morning flooding the empty infirmary except for the two of you, have not yet woken up, and your right shoulder is tightly bandaged, the place where the werewolf — where he, Remus — bit you last night when you and James prevented Remus from rending Him.

What if he... infected you? Then he'll probably go and kill himself, Remus decides, thinking about it with detached annoyance.