Short short ficlet
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tarotgalShort fifth-year transformation Sirius/Remus ficlet.
It's untitled (sorry, I suckith at titles) and it's PG13... though really only G in my mind as I don't think there's even any kissing involved.
It's a little rough, still (could use a bit of polishing) but it's short enough to share on LJ so I thought I would do just that.
She stood over him nervously for a moment, then shoved a handkerchief into his hand. “I know you can’t use this once you transform, but in the meantime…”
He nodded, lifting it to his nose at once and wiping. “Thak you Badab Bobfrey.” He blushed at his congestion and sniffled.
Madam Pomfrey always tried hard to show little emotion or favoritism towards him, but it was difficult when you had a student like Remus Lupin you were supposed to look after for a few days every month without getting attached. The boy’s condition yielded additional concerns as well, including a proclivity to always catch whatever happened to be going around the school. She had never seen him so sick and miserably right before a transformation, however. It was usually the week afterwards when he caught the colds or flus or sore throats. “Take care of yourself now,” she said pathetically, when all she really wanted to do was swoop down and give the boy a huge, motherly hug. But her professional demeanor prevented this.
Remus nodded. “Thak you. Add dod’t worry. This isd’t the first tibe I’ve tradsforbed sick. I dow how to hadle byself.” This was true as well. He had transformed once with the stomach flu and another time with bronchitis. The wolf had not cared for either, but had taken it easy just the same, allowing him to sleep most of the night for a change.
She gave him a sympathetic smile and left, securing the trap door lock from the outside, locking him in. Remus could feel the last rays of the sun on his skin, even though he was securely inside. It wasn’t long before the moon would rise for the night. Perhaps if he started out asleep it wouldn’t be quite so bad? “ehh-IHHHTchhh! Ehh-IHHKshih!” He snuffled into the handkerchief and wiped his nose. Then trudged up the stairs to the bedroom. The four poster was badly beaten, blankets torn to pieces, the wood scratched to the point of splintering. He wondered why they’d left it in there when they’d been removing furniture. But he supposed it was so big that there wasn’t much point in moving it, even with size-reducing spells and transfiguring it into a breadbox or something. Maybe they just wanted to give Remus something to lie down on in times like this, right before or after his transformations.
Remus pulled a tattered gray piece of blanket around him and let his head rest against the pillow-less bed. It was pounding terribly, but there was nothing he could be given to combat it, not in the form he would soon be in. Not much was known about medicating a werewolf. The magical community was either in a state of perpetual fear or hatred about werewolves and no respectable healer would be caught purposely trying to make their lives better. What was known, however, was that most medicinal potions and remedies either made their wolf forms violently ill, or killed the werewolves the moment they transformed for the month, never to transform back. Remus was not about to take that chance for a mere head cold. “ehhh-IHHHShhehh! ehhh-IHHHTChiii! ehhh-hehhh-eh-IHHHKshuhh!” Even if it was probably a little more than just a mere head cold.
“Moony?”
Remus jumped with a yelp, sitting back up in bed. “Sirius!” he hissed, hand to his heart. His breathing was racing, his body trembling with surprise. “You albost scared be to death!”
Sirius hung in the doorway, his charming smile working its way over to Remus to calm him down. “Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was possible to sneak up on a werewolf.”
“Ha!” he said, weakly. “The bressure id by head is boudig id by ears, add by dose is so cobletely stuffed ub I could’t catch a sedt right dow if by life debeded od it.” He sniffed in demonstration, a bit of a squeak was all that could be heard, as no air passed through. He rubbed the hanky at his nose. “Besides, I told you all I wasd’t feelig ub to ad advedture todight. I thought you three wered’t cobig.”
“We’re not,” he said, hands tightening their hold on the wood of the door molding. “It’s just me. And I wasn’t coming for the adventure. Just to… just to make sure you were all right tonight.” He smiled sheepishly, looking away from Remus. “That just made me sound utterly pathetic, didn’t it?”
Remus nodded. “Good thig for you that I habbed to have ad affidity for utterly bathetic at this secod.” He patted the bed next to him. Sirius bounded over enthusiastically, not yet in dog form, but Remus didn’t notice the difference. Had Sirius a tail in his normal, human form, it would certainly have been wagging.
He put his arm around Remus and rubbed his hand up and down the boy’s upper arm, warming him a little. “I want to stay with you tonight, every moment, taking care of you all I can and being with you when you transform back in the morning.”
“Sirius,” Remus breathed. Their relationship as slightly more than friends was a very new one, not quite even a week old yet, and neither really knew exactly where it could lead. They hadn’t even told James or Peter about it yet, or done much more than kissed when they were absolutely sure no one was watching. “Badab Bobfrey—”
Sirius finished for him, “Will have to get used to seeing it, because I don’t want to ever leave you again. And now that we figured out the animagus transformation I don’t have to.” He guided Remus’ head to his shoulder and tightened his hug. “And don’t even think about protesting that I’ll catch your cold because I really couldn’t care less about a few sneezes when it means spending the whole night with you.” He stopped and took a deep breath, eyes closed tightly. “Because, when you’re ready of course, I want to spend the whole night with you in bed when it’s not a transformation night.”
Silence met this statement. Terrible, doubtful silence. Sirius risked opening one eye, squinting, peeking at Remus. “Am I moving too fast for you?” he asked, nervously, biting his lip.
“Dot at all, Badfoot,” Remus said, smiling, embarrassed at his stuffiness still. “I’d like that very buch, ac…tually.”
Sirius tensed. “You going to sneeze again?”
Remus shook his head, pulling away and jumping off the bed. Better not to give the wolf a tangle of blankets he had to fight his way out of right away. He motioned to Sirius to stay where he was, and Sirius transformed at once, his eyes still as soft, worrying and comforting, even in his dog form.
The transformation began, slow at first, then speeding up. There was howling and growling as Remus’ body twisted and turned, writhing in pain. Paws were hands used to have been, a snout where there had been merely a nose and mouth. A tail, fur, claws and sharp teeth on what used to be a skinny, weak human boy.
The wolf pulled itself up on shaky legs. Then his head snapped to the side. “ihhshh! ihhhshh!” It sneezed, looking up miserably towards the dog on the bed.
Padfoot jumped down, landing deftly on all fours. He walked over to the wolf and began licking the side of its face. Remus froze for a moment, then tilted his head to give Sirius a better angle. Instinctually, he made to return the gesture but then remembered at the back of his mind that he was sick. But Sirius nuzzled him, pushing him to do it, and Remus did with a bit of a whimper.
Then Sirius plopped down on the floor, his great big, black form stretched far, even when curled a bit as he was now. Remus circled him three times, sniffing his rump, pawing at his side. Then he curled up against the dog, nuzzling his hot, dry nose into the dark blank fur. As Remus the wolf rested his head on Sirius’ warm, furry side and closed his amber eyes, Sirius swung a large paw up and rested it on Remus’ back to keep him close. With a few gentle nips and some more licks, Remus fell asleep as he so very rarely did as a wolf.
*
Morning came, as it always did, but there was no light in the Shrieking Shack. Madam Pomfrey found Remus on the bed in a room on the second floor, curled up in the blankets with Sirius Black stroking him affectionately. Sirius explained that he’d snuck in to see Remus this morning, just after dawn. Just the same, she said she’d need to draw some blood to be sure he hadn’t been bitten, and he agreed to this.
“Remus,” he whispered softly, pulling Remus’ soft brown hair back from his ear. “Time to wake up.”
Remus woke, sniffling and coughing with congestion. Madam Pomfrey had brought another handkerchief along, but Sirius already had one out, holding it to Remus face for a blow. Sirius insisted on carrying Remus back, and the boy drifted back to sleep in his arms as he did so, Madam Pomfrey leading the way with wandlight.
She noticed, as she tucked the boy into his usual cot in the hospital wing, that he had significantly less injuries than usual this time. And she noticed the way he and Sirius held hands, fingers intertwined, as Sirius dozed off in a chair beside his bed, purposefully skipping breakfast to stay by Remus’ side. Well, if she couldn’t show favoritism and care for the boy the way she wished she could, she was glad at least that he had found someone who could.
title suggestions would be appreciated, even though I know it's pretty short. Just something that hit me last night when I was trying to sleep and thought I'd share once I got it out.
I'm off to go raid Best Buy and take in a hockey game!
It's untitled (sorry, I suckith at titles) and it's PG13... though really only G in my mind as I don't think there's even any kissing involved.
It's a little rough, still (could use a bit of polishing) but it's short enough to share on LJ so I thought I would do just that.
She stood over him nervously for a moment, then shoved a handkerchief into his hand. “I know you can’t use this once you transform, but in the meantime…”
He nodded, lifting it to his nose at once and wiping. “Thak you Badab Bobfrey.” He blushed at his congestion and sniffled.
Madam Pomfrey always tried hard to show little emotion or favoritism towards him, but it was difficult when you had a student like Remus Lupin you were supposed to look after for a few days every month without getting attached. The boy’s condition yielded additional concerns as well, including a proclivity to always catch whatever happened to be going around the school. She had never seen him so sick and miserably right before a transformation, however. It was usually the week afterwards when he caught the colds or flus or sore throats. “Take care of yourself now,” she said pathetically, when all she really wanted to do was swoop down and give the boy a huge, motherly hug. But her professional demeanor prevented this.
Remus nodded. “Thak you. Add dod’t worry. This isd’t the first tibe I’ve tradsforbed sick. I dow how to hadle byself.” This was true as well. He had transformed once with the stomach flu and another time with bronchitis. The wolf had not cared for either, but had taken it easy just the same, allowing him to sleep most of the night for a change.
She gave him a sympathetic smile and left, securing the trap door lock from the outside, locking him in. Remus could feel the last rays of the sun on his skin, even though he was securely inside. It wasn’t long before the moon would rise for the night. Perhaps if he started out asleep it wouldn’t be quite so bad? “ehh-IHHHTchhh! Ehh-IHHKshih!” He snuffled into the handkerchief and wiped his nose. Then trudged up the stairs to the bedroom. The four poster was badly beaten, blankets torn to pieces, the wood scratched to the point of splintering. He wondered why they’d left it in there when they’d been removing furniture. But he supposed it was so big that there wasn’t much point in moving it, even with size-reducing spells and transfiguring it into a breadbox or something. Maybe they just wanted to give Remus something to lie down on in times like this, right before or after his transformations.
Remus pulled a tattered gray piece of blanket around him and let his head rest against the pillow-less bed. It was pounding terribly, but there was nothing he could be given to combat it, not in the form he would soon be in. Not much was known about medicating a werewolf. The magical community was either in a state of perpetual fear or hatred about werewolves and no respectable healer would be caught purposely trying to make their lives better. What was known, however, was that most medicinal potions and remedies either made their wolf forms violently ill, or killed the werewolves the moment they transformed for the month, never to transform back. Remus was not about to take that chance for a mere head cold. “ehhh-IHHHShhehh! ehhh-IHHHTChiii! ehhh-hehhh-eh-IHHHKshuhh!” Even if it was probably a little more than just a mere head cold.
“Moony?”
Remus jumped with a yelp, sitting back up in bed. “Sirius!” he hissed, hand to his heart. His breathing was racing, his body trembling with surprise. “You albost scared be to death!”
Sirius hung in the doorway, his charming smile working its way over to Remus to calm him down. “Aww, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was possible to sneak up on a werewolf.”
“Ha!” he said, weakly. “The bressure id by head is boudig id by ears, add by dose is so cobletely stuffed ub I could’t catch a sedt right dow if by life debeded od it.” He sniffed in demonstration, a bit of a squeak was all that could be heard, as no air passed through. He rubbed the hanky at his nose. “Besides, I told you all I wasd’t feelig ub to ad advedture todight. I thought you three wered’t cobig.”
“We’re not,” he said, hands tightening their hold on the wood of the door molding. “It’s just me. And I wasn’t coming for the adventure. Just to… just to make sure you were all right tonight.” He smiled sheepishly, looking away from Remus. “That just made me sound utterly pathetic, didn’t it?”
Remus nodded. “Good thig for you that I habbed to have ad affidity for utterly bathetic at this secod.” He patted the bed next to him. Sirius bounded over enthusiastically, not yet in dog form, but Remus didn’t notice the difference. Had Sirius a tail in his normal, human form, it would certainly have been wagging.
He put his arm around Remus and rubbed his hand up and down the boy’s upper arm, warming him a little. “I want to stay with you tonight, every moment, taking care of you all I can and being with you when you transform back in the morning.”
“Sirius,” Remus breathed. Their relationship as slightly more than friends was a very new one, not quite even a week old yet, and neither really knew exactly where it could lead. They hadn’t even told James or Peter about it yet, or done much more than kissed when they were absolutely sure no one was watching. “Badab Bobfrey—”
Sirius finished for him, “Will have to get used to seeing it, because I don’t want to ever leave you again. And now that we figured out the animagus transformation I don’t have to.” He guided Remus’ head to his shoulder and tightened his hug. “And don’t even think about protesting that I’ll catch your cold because I really couldn’t care less about a few sneezes when it means spending the whole night with you.” He stopped and took a deep breath, eyes closed tightly. “Because, when you’re ready of course, I want to spend the whole night with you in bed when it’s not a transformation night.”
Silence met this statement. Terrible, doubtful silence. Sirius risked opening one eye, squinting, peeking at Remus. “Am I moving too fast for you?” he asked, nervously, biting his lip.
“Dot at all, Badfoot,” Remus said, smiling, embarrassed at his stuffiness still. “I’d like that very buch, ac…tually.”
Sirius tensed. “You going to sneeze again?”
Remus shook his head, pulling away and jumping off the bed. Better not to give the wolf a tangle of blankets he had to fight his way out of right away. He motioned to Sirius to stay where he was, and Sirius transformed at once, his eyes still as soft, worrying and comforting, even in his dog form.
The transformation began, slow at first, then speeding up. There was howling and growling as Remus’ body twisted and turned, writhing in pain. Paws were hands used to have been, a snout where there had been merely a nose and mouth. A tail, fur, claws and sharp teeth on what used to be a skinny, weak human boy.
The wolf pulled itself up on shaky legs. Then his head snapped to the side. “ihhshh! ihhhshh!” It sneezed, looking up miserably towards the dog on the bed.
Padfoot jumped down, landing deftly on all fours. He walked over to the wolf and began licking the side of its face. Remus froze for a moment, then tilted his head to give Sirius a better angle. Instinctually, he made to return the gesture but then remembered at the back of his mind that he was sick. But Sirius nuzzled him, pushing him to do it, and Remus did with a bit of a whimper.
Then Sirius plopped down on the floor, his great big, black form stretched far, even when curled a bit as he was now. Remus circled him three times, sniffing his rump, pawing at his side. Then he curled up against the dog, nuzzling his hot, dry nose into the dark blank fur. As Remus the wolf rested his head on Sirius’ warm, furry side and closed his amber eyes, Sirius swung a large paw up and rested it on Remus’ back to keep him close. With a few gentle nips and some more licks, Remus fell asleep as he so very rarely did as a wolf.
Morning came, as it always did, but there was no light in the Shrieking Shack. Madam Pomfrey found Remus on the bed in a room on the second floor, curled up in the blankets with Sirius Black stroking him affectionately. Sirius explained that he’d snuck in to see Remus this morning, just after dawn. Just the same, she said she’d need to draw some blood to be sure he hadn’t been bitten, and he agreed to this.
“Remus,” he whispered softly, pulling Remus’ soft brown hair back from his ear. “Time to wake up.”
Remus woke, sniffling and coughing with congestion. Madam Pomfrey had brought another handkerchief along, but Sirius already had one out, holding it to Remus face for a blow. Sirius insisted on carrying Remus back, and the boy drifted back to sleep in his arms as he did so, Madam Pomfrey leading the way with wandlight.
She noticed, as she tucked the boy into his usual cot in the hospital wing, that he had significantly less injuries than usual this time. And she noticed the way he and Sirius held hands, fingers intertwined, as Sirius dozed off in a chair beside his bed, purposefully skipping breakfast to stay by Remus’ side. Well, if she couldn’t show favoritism and care for the boy the way she wished she could, she was glad at least that he had found someone who could.
title suggestions would be appreciated, even though I know it's pretty short. Just something that hit me last night when I was trying to sleep and thought I'd share once I got it out.
I'm off to go raid Best Buy and take in a hockey game!
