Fandom The Marauders Chronicles 1x1 (closed)

[AlmostImmortal]

James knocked out, his glasses tucked on the nightstand.

 

[Edric Blight]

Sirius felt more at home here in his room in the Gryffindor dorms than he ever felt at lousy old 12 Grimmauld Place. His bed seemed more comfortable and he had his three new best friends in the whole wide world surrounding him.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus curled tightly into himself, tumbling into sleep. Even as he slept, the wolf was restless, filling his dreams with bloodthirsty howls and jagged slashes. The burn of silver and the rapidly approaching full moon. He couldn’t hide forever. The wolf inside of him wouldn’t let him.

Remus tossed and turned in his sleep, the small boy making a small noise in the back of his throat. He clawed at his skin, his shirt tearing further with a loud rip.

 

[Edric Blight]

Sirius was sleeping peacefully until, at some point during the night, he heard some concerning noises coming from Remus’ bed. He could hear Remus making an interesting sound and he could’ve sworn there was the ripping of fabric as well. Opening his curtains, Sirius slowly tip toed out of bed. It seemed that Peter and James were fast asleep. Sirius gently opened the curtains to Remus’ bed.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus was sweating profusely as he twisted. The seam of his shirt had torn open, revealing his side.

Sirius could count his ribs. And they were scarred. Large, puffy scars marring his sides and creeping up his chest.

 

[Edric Blight]

Sirius widened his eyes as he saw Remus’ shirtless body. His pajama shirt was torn open. His ribs were easily visible and if Sirius cared, he could’ve counted them all. Running across his stomach and chest were some nasty looking scars. Sirius slowly reached a hand out and gently traced his hand over one that ran down from his chest to his belly button. What had happened to poor Remus?

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus’ eyes snapped open, flying into a sitting position as he gasped for breath.

 

[Edric Blight]

Sirius gasped a little as he took a step back. His heart pounded. “Remus,” he whispered. “Are you alright?” he asked the boy.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus hugged himself, trying to force the wolf back down. He didn’t feel like himself. He dug his nails into his shoulders, trying to get control again.

 

[Edric Blight]

“Remus, you were making noises and thrashing about,” continued Sirius in a whisper. “Your chest and belly- they’re all messed up with scars…. What happened?” he asked with concern.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus froze, looking down. “Oh. Oh god.” He quickly covered himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

 

[Edric Blight]

“Remus? What?” Sirius asked, concerned. “I- is everything alright? What’s the meaning of all this?”

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus couldn’t breathe. Sirius had seen. There was no way to explain it. Explain what was wrong with him. He was going to take him to see Madame Pomfrey and she was going to realize that some of the scars were silver burns. And everything would go wrong.

 

[Edric Blight]

“And burns, you’ve got burns! What happened?” Sirius asked as he heard no response from Remus yet.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He made a choked noise, tears building up in his eyes.

 

[Edric Blight]

“It’s alright mate I’m here,” whispered Sirius tenderly. “Bad dream?” he asked quietly, deciding to switch the subject from Remus’ various scars and burns. Had he been in some sort of nasty accident when he was younger? Was this recent?

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus nodded, squeezing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He couldn’t cry. That would only worry Remus more. He looked pathetic. Frail as someone on death row, scarred like a solider.

 

[Edric Blight]

“It’s okay mate, it was just a bad dream. You tore up your shirt pretty bad though,” said Sirius with a frown. “Would you like to borrow one of mine for the night?” he asked Remus.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus looked up, knowing that they had to talk about this. That his silence was concerning. That Sirius was probably terrified. But he just nodded.

 

[Edric Blight]

“Remus? C- can you hear me?” Sirius asked, not hearing a response from the other boy. He had so many questions.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus swallowed. “I-I can.”

 

[Edric Blight]

“Well err, did you need another shirt? Or…?” Sirius asked, not knowing where to begin. He’d seen quite a lot, things he probably shouldn’t have seen. Things he wasn’t meant to see.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus nodded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Sirius wasn’t meant to know. And now he had to.

 

[Edric Blight]

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” Sirius asked. “You don’t need to apologize Remus, I’m just worried. Those scars… those burns…” he said.

 

[AlmostImmortal]

Remus nodded. “I-I know.”