Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.-Aristotle
One of the best nights of my life. Hands down.
The next morning, we're all exhausted and irritable, yet no one can even process what we've just accomplished. Three teenage wizards broke the prejudice barrier, proving it wasn't impossible to live harmoniously with werewolves. Three teenage wizards also became animagi in less than three years, when some adult wizards can't even manage that. Even as I sit here, exhausted and beat up, I can't get rid of this sense of fierce pride, making me feel more alive than ever before. We did it.
Being the stag was an experience I'll never, ever forget; being as light as air, graceful, and majestic, galloping around the grounds with the dog, the rat, and the wolf. It was just so surreal and wonderful. I want more. I want a month to pass so I can experience it all over again.
Sirius's groan tears me from my thoughts. I glance over at him and watch him bandage his wounds. Sirius got really beat up last night; the whole right side of his body is bruised and cut up from the attack of the Willow. Down on his ribs, there is a huge, deep gash, and his face looks like he got dragged across pavement.
"Sirius," I call over from my end of the couch. "Are you okay mate?"
"No," he winces. "That damn tree got me right on the side."
"I remember that," I say, chuckling. Now it would be untrue to say Peter and I were unscathed. Peter has a few cuts and bruises on his back and I have a few on my arms. Remus, well we don't know about him yet. He got whisked away to the Hospital Wing as soon as the sun rose.
"Wonder when Moony will come back," I muse.
"I really could care less at the moment," Sirius mutters, peeling an old bandage off his ribs. "Ah, ah, ah, ah."
"That looks nasty," I admit, examining the torn up flesh. "Did you break a few ribs, too?"
"Probably," he says irritably, starting to wrap clean bandages around the wound again.
"Oh my gosh, there you guys are!"
We look up to see Tonks running towards us from the foot of the stairs. She's still in her pajamas, hair up in a messy bun and no make up on.
"I've been worried sick," she says, coming to sit next to me.
"Calm down, Tonksie, we're all okay," I assure her.
"Are you kidding me?" she asks incredulously. "Look at Sirius!"
"I'm fine," he says, wincing again as he finishes his wrapping. "Honest."
"No, you are not fine," she mutters. "How did that happen anyway?"
"Not by Remus," he says, and she relaxes. "It was the damn Willow."
"The Whomping Willow?"
"Sirius," I warn.
"Sorry," he says, laying back gingerly on the couch. "This sucks ass."
"You really should go see Madam Pomfrey," Tonks says.
"No," Sirius replies. "Because then, I'll have to explain where I got my wounds. And I'm not doing that."
"Don't. I'm never going to give up our secret. Last night was… unimaginable," he says.
Tonks stays silent for a moment, looking somber.
"Yeah," I say. She turns to me expectantly. "It was… surreal."
"I'm sure it was," she says, looking down into her lap.
"Look, Tonks, I'm sorry for not letting you in on it. But you know how Remus would have reacted. What if you were the one who got injured, not Sirius. Remus would never forgive us."
"I guess you're right," she admits. "I shouldn't have been so sour about it."
"I take that as an apology?" Sirius says weakly.
"I guess," she gushes, smiling. "I can never stay mad at you guys, it's impossible."
"We're just that special," I taunt, smiling.
We all whip around to Remus climbing through the portrait hole. Climbing.
"Remus!" Tonks squeals, getting up to hug him. He looks stunned as she wraps her arms tightly around his neck. She releases him, gazing happily up into his face. "You're… normal?"
"Well, not normal," he says, still beaming. Tonks helps sit him down. "I feel… so so so much better than I did on the last full moon. I only had a few cuts, see?" He points to a jagged gash below his jaw line and to another above his eye. "This is amazing. I don't remember much of it, but whatever you guys did was fantastic."
Tonks smiles sadly and nuzzles her head into his shoulder. He pats her back slowly.
"Of course, I still feel like shit from the transformation itself, but I can't believe I barley got hurt!" he finishes, grinning from ear to ear.
"I'm happy for you, mate," Sirius mutters.
"What's wrong with you?" Remus asks, freezing.
"Oh, nothing," Sirius lies, trying to shift himself to a more comfortable position.
"No, something is definitely wrong," Remus says, getting up swiftly and marching over to our couch. He eyes the cuts on Sirius's face warily. "What happened?"
"It was just a little thing, mate."
Sirius rolls his eyes, then stands and pulls his shirt up to reveal the bandages. Remus's face falls in complete horror. He then proceeds to unwrap the bandage and show the gash underneath.
"What happened? Tell me now."
"Mate, it wasn't you," Sirius says. Remus lets out a huge breath of relief and runs his hands through his hair. "It was the damned tree."
"The Whomping Willow?"
"Sirius," I warn again. He bites his tongue.
"Yes, the Whomping Willow."
"I can't believe forgot to tell you!" Remus laments, sitting down and putting his face in his hands. "I forgot to mention it, how could I have been so stupid?!"
"Moony, it's fine. We figured it out," I assure him.
"But not after Sirius got hurt!"
"I'm fine, I told you!" Sirius argues.
"I don't want you guys using your animagus forms again," Remus says with finality.
"No," I say. "Remus, we worked too damn hard to use it for one night. When we set out to do this, we meant for it to be permanent. We want to be able to help you. Look how happy you were when you walked in here. We want you to be happy like that all the time. We made one mistake and we won't make it again. You're not dangerous around us, you didn't cause any harm. We aren't going to give this up. This is three years in the making here."
At the end of my speech, the common room goes silent. Remus looks over at me with a ferocity that I've never seen before, and I think it was because he knew he lost. He knew we weren't going to give up on him, and he wasn't okay with that.
"Just don't… do anything stupid next time," he says. "And if another one of you gets hurt, I won't allow it, you hear me? It won't happen ever again."
"Yes, Remus," I say, nodding my head. "Agreed."
Sirius and Peter both nod their heads in agreement.
"Thank you, guys," Remus says. "For everything."
"You're welcome," Sirius says, wincing yet again.
"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up. I have some dittany up in the dorm," Remus says, walking over to help Sirius stand. How curious, to watch the roles be reversed.
After we carried Sirius up the dorm and Remus started his handiwork on his wound, Tonks sidles up next to me at the threshold.
"I just wanted to say thanks."
"Helping his life not become a living hell," she admits, watching her boyfriend carefully from afar. "He is so happy."
"How can you tell?" I ask.
"Can't you?" she asks, smiling warmly. "Just watch him. He walks different, he doesn't look as pained. You changed his life in one night."
"We had to," I say. "We couldn't watch him suffer anymore."
"Isn't it strange," she starts, tilting her head curiously. "to watch the roles being reversed."
"I was just thinking the same thing, actually," I admit, chuckling.
We stand there for a few more moments, watching this peaceful scene play out. When Remus is done, Sirius sits up slowly and places a hand on his bandaged side.
"Thanks, mate," he says, beaming.
"You're welcome," Remus replies. "Just returning the favor."
*Tonks's POV*Later that week, Remus and I are walking hand and hand down a corridor to lunch. He has a slight spring in his step and a silly smile across his face.
"Why are you so happy?" I ask jokingly.
"I am so lucky," he admits. "I was thinking about it earlier. I have a beautiful, fantastic, loving girlfriend that I love with all my heart. I have the best friends in the entire world that risked their lives to better mine. I have the chance to come and learn here at this magnificent school. I have a wonderful, loving, supportive brother. I have so much, when others have so little. Even though I'm a lycanthrope, there are many others less fortunate than I am. I am so, so lucky."
"That's a beautiful way to think about it," I say, wrapping my arm around his. He kisses my hair, and we continue down the corridor to the Great Hall. We cherish these precious moments, because both of us know, all good things must come to an end.
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