The Prisoner of Azkaban
Remus sat down slowly at his desk, his eyes fixed on the map in front of him. He was watching three of his students go out of bounds, down to Hagrid's hut, just as he had expected them to. As a teacher he probably should go and tell them off, but even coming to the end of the year, Remus was still not quite used to this teacher idea.
He wasn't sure why Dumbledore had chosen to ask him of all people to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts this year, but it probably had something to do with Sirius Black. Depending on his mood he changed his mind between Dumbledore wanting to keep him safe from the fugitive; Dumbledore thinking that having Remus at Hogwarts would provide Harry with extra protection; or Dumbledore wanting to keep him close and preoccupied, to keep him from being the mess that he had been after THAT Halloween.
After the first full moon Madame Pomfrey had kept him in her hospital wing for three weeks, and although he had been physically well for most of the second two weeks he had barely even noticed. After he had left he found a small cottage in a small village and started making his name as the village recluse. The only person who had any contact with him was Madame Pomfrey, who he allowed to visit each month, and even Remus himself could not remember what he had done for the first five years he had been there. After five years he had snapped out of his trance like state, and actually willing left the house. He got jobs, a spot of private tutoring here, a stint in a muggle bookshop there, and he was finally alive again. Or at least he thought that was living until Dumbledore had turned up that day in July and asked him to teach at Hogwarts.
And now here he was at the far end of the school year, and he had really enjoyed it. Maybe it was Hogwarts working her magic on him again, but he felt like he was safe again, despite his murderous ex-best friend on the loose.
He looked back at the map on his desk, and froze.
The map never lies. The map never lies. But Peter was dead. Unless...
Remus sped up as he rushed down to the Whopming Willow. Sirius was in there with Harry, but somehow that didn't seem as important as getting answers.
He heard Hermione's shout and followed it to the master bedroom, where a very strange scene greeted him. Harry had his wand pointed at Sirius Black's heart; where, for some reason, a cat sat. Hermione was by the door, looking terrified, and Ron was on the bed looking ill, with what looked like a broken leg, and holding a squirming rat. A rat?
"Expelliarmus!" Remus shouted, and Harry's wand left his hand.
"Where is he, Sirius?" He asked, needing to check, needing to know.
When the man on the floor pointed at the bed, Remus' heart leaped. Peter was alive, not everyone had been taken from him. But why had Peter hidden. He thought this through and realised, if Peter had been the one...
When Sirius nodded at him he realised he had been thinking aloud.
But that meant-
He walked over to the man on the floor and pulled him up. Sirius quickly checked his hand before letting Remus take it, checking that none of the blood from his nose was on it.
"They never doubted you. Lily refused to speak to me after I suggested it was you." Sirius whispered quickly and quietly into Remus' ear.
Remus was filled with emotion, at the simple way that Sirius had remembered about the blood thing, and at what he had just been told. Suddenly it wasn't his fault, he hadn't been the one to set events in motion, and James and Lily had always trusted him. He stored the emotion away for later, as he had taught himself to do; emotion often was stronger with time, and feeling, he knew now, was a very good thing.
The moment was broken by Hermione's scream. "I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" In that moment Remus realised she had found him out.
"You - you -"
"Hermione -" but she wouldn't listen. She, unlike James and Lily, had made an assumption because of what he was, although if he was honest, his actions in the last few minutes hardly helped the matter.
And then Harry joined in.
"I trusted you. And all this time you've been his friend!"
"You're wrong" he started a little desperate now.
"NO! Harry, don't trust him, he's been helping Black get into the castle, he wants you dead too - he's a werewolf!"
There it was. The accusation. It hurt, particularly the way it was delivered. He stored that pain away as well, he would need to get these out soon, before the full moon, otherwise it would be a long night.
Outwardly he remained calm, if a little pale.
"Not up to your usual standard Hermione, only one out of three I'm afraid."
Ron had the look in his eyes that Remus had always expected but was yet to really see. The fear of the wizard who has been brought up with the full prejudices of the wizarding world. Hermione could only begin to hate him as much as that.
Ron tried to get up, putting pressure on his injured leg. Remus made towards him, he knew at least how to alleviate the pain. But Ron shied away, uttering the dreaded words "Get away from me, werewolf!"
Store the pain. Change the subject. Or at least divert it a little.
"How long have you known?"
To be honest after Snape had set that essay, he was surprised not more people had worked it out.
Harry was yelling again. "AND HE WAS WRONG! YOU'VE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL THIS TIME!" A jab in Sirius' direction.
"I have not been helping Sirius. If you'll give me a chance, I'll explain. Look-" and he threw the three their wands. It was a gamble, but Harry hadn't been able to throw a single jinx at Sirius when he thought the man had killed his parents, so he probably wouldn't hurt them. Besides they were more likely to listen if they didn't feel helpless.
He explained about the map and what he had seen on it. They told the children they were looking for Peter Pettigrew.
As the children exclaimed in shock Remus felt Sirius beside him getting impatient. He lunged at Ron and Remus had to drag him off. "And Harry - you owe Harry the truth, Sirius!" Not subtle, but the man had always had a soft spot when it came to his godson.
At least they were listening now, even after Remus had got his wand out again, ruining the point of them being armed and him not being. As he launched into the painful story of his life Hermione even stopped Ron from interrupting.
But when he got to the part about Snape discovering him, there was an even bigger interruption, Severus Snape himself.
Severus was even less likely than the children to listen to the story of Sirius' innocence, and before long Remus was tied up on the floor.
Suddenly Remus remembered something that Snape had said, about his potion. He couldn't quite remember what day the full moon was, other than just sometime this week. He couldn't remember how many times he'd already taken the potion this week, or even what day of the week it actually was. A part of him desperately wanted to run up to his office to check, although a larger part wanted to stay and explain, whilst either way he didn't really have any choice considering he was tied up on the floor.
He was having trouble concentrating, probably because his mind was still spinning from the evenings revelations.
Suddenly all the emotion he'd stored away came flooding back, and he had to force himself to keep it in, to not start sobbing with joy or pain.
Suddenly there was a loud bang, and he opened his eyes to see the three children frozen in shock, wands out. To of the corner of his eye he could see Snape on the ground and Sirius bending over him. Sirius had picked up the wand, and went over to free Remus.
"Thank you, Harry," he said. Harry had been the one shouting at Snape the most.
The explaining continued, with less interruptions than before. Things were falling into place for Remus as well as the children.
And then Peter was stood before them.
"Well, hello, Peter. Long time, no see."
On the outside he was calm, but inside he was seething. Seeing the man in front of him, made him actually want to kill. Maybe it was closer to the full moon than he thought.
"Remus!" Peter squeaked, writhing on the floor in front of him. "You don't believe this... Wouldn't Sirius have told you they'd changed the plan?"
"Not if he though I was the spy, Peter. I assume that's why you didn't tell me, Sirius?" He was making light of their last encounter, but Sirius understood.
"Forgive me, Remus."
"Not at all, Padfoot, old friend. And will you in turn forgive me for believing you were the spy?"
And with those words the friendship that had been irreparably torn that day before THAT Halloween, was healed.
"Shall we kill him together?"
Sirius preparing to murder the traitor was no surprise, particularly as Askaban seemed to have stolen most of the little sanity he had ever had. However Remus found himself agreeing, not something he would normally ever accept.
When Harry reasoned that his father wouldn't have liked it, Remus thought not of James but of Lily, and lowered his wand. Still a small part of him howled at the lost opportunity.
As they went out of the shack he chose to be one of Peters guards, to ensure the man didn't escape.
Remus woke up in his bed in his rooms. He ached and he knew exactly why. Last night he had forgotten the full moon. He had endangered three of his students, not to mention Snape, Sirius and anyone else who might have been outside. It was just a good thing he had had plenty in his mind- the moon must have risen when they were in the shack, probably during the time he was tied up on the ground, he thought looking back.
The way it worked was that from the moment the moon come up the wolf was released. That was why he had nearly murdered Peter. He could control it, mostly, particularly with the potion, but as the moon rose it would be harder. Either way nowadays he could hold the actual transformation back until the moon reached its peak, as long as he didn't think about it too much, or allow moon light to hit him. Like last night.
He looked round his rooms, trying to work out how he had ended up there, and saw Professor Dumbledore, sat by the window.
"Sir? What happened to Sirius and Peter and Harry and the other children?" He tried to get up, and felt a little dizzy.
"Lie back down for a minute Remus. Peter unfortunately escaped, but so did Sirius, thanks to Harry and Hermione."
"No, no one was hurt by you. The dementors on the other hand-" he trailed off as Remus let out a sigh. His worst nightmare hadn't come true.
"I resign." Remus said.
"And I refuse to accept. You are one of the best teachers I have found, and I was really hoping to break our string of bad luck. I'm sure your secret is safe with that three."
"I still endangered their lives. Doesn't matter what we do to try and stop it happening again, we said it would never happen before and it did."
"I still refuse to accept."
A few hours later Dumbledore returned, to give Remus the news that Snape had let his secret slip. This time the headmaster accepted the werewolf's resignation.