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the night shuddered, the descending moon getting ready to make its exit. remus lupin rested still in white sheets stained with disinfection. though the pillow beneath his head was softer, he still missed his own bed up in the gryffindor dormitories. he could feel the skele-gro mending his broken bones, scraping his insides raw. he hadn’t seen himself yet, but he was convinced there would be new scars to greet him in the morning. deep, red, they’d glow for a week or more. his life broke him into pieces as he hugged his knees tight to his chest and let out a sob. his tears echoed loud, he was alone in blue striped pyjamas.
“are you alright?” a newly woken voice asked.
remus’ breath got caught between his teeth. he didn’t know who she was, but she must’ve been carried in some time during the day whilst he was still passed out. he quickly dried his tears, a shudder of embarrassment raking his body. “i’m fine, yeah. i’m sorry if i woke you up.”
he got no answer from her, she was already asleep again. he made a mental note to weep quietly in the future.
she wasn’t there when he woke up. it was late in the afternoon when his bones stopped aching so terribly. he found himself wondering who she was, and if he’d ever get to meet her again. her voice sounded around his age, and perhaps he recognised it. her voice was an imprint on his heart.
he begged madame pomfrey to be released that morning. he couldn’t stand to be confined to the marble walls of the hospital wing for any longer. he was desperate to breathe again. with a growing smile, she said yes. with freshly healed scars, he left in striped blue pyjamas. he searched for her, her voice, but could not find her anywhere.
the moon visited him once again in a month’s time. it shone upon his head, his dirty hair reflecting in the light. it clawed his insides raw, it opened up his lungs and let him breathe cold night air for the first time in weeks.
he slept through the night of unfamiliar sheets and unironed pyjamases, and he for just a second dreamt of her. she was a voice without a face, she was kindness without profit. her “are you alright?” became the most beautiful thing he’d heard in ages.
when he woke up in the hospital wing, he searched eagerly for anyone who might match the voice. his feelings became two sided when he was alone in the large room. he was glad she wasn’t hurt - he never wished hurt upon anyone. but a small grain of selfishness harboured in him - he wondered if he’d ever hear her again. perhaps see her, as well.
he walked the halls with spiked ears, always listening for her. but after a while, he couldn’t quite remember the sound of her voice. was it sweet or husky? did she express herself in long sentence or merely answer with short words?
he realised that his only chance of meeting her again was in the hospital wing. the population of hogwarts was far too large to be narrowed down in search of a voice without a name. he didn’t dare speak about it to sirius or james, as he knew they’d only tease him. some days he considered telling peter - but he always decided against it. telling anyone seemed, to remus, like giving away some sort of secret. he knew he had no sensible reasoning behind these feelings, but he didn’t have the courage to trust him fully yet. he didn’t fully trust himself, either. he stayed quiet, in hope that her voice would fill the silence.
it happened on a sunday afternoon. remus had finally given up on trying to find her, and paid no mind to those who walked in or out the hospital wing. the book in his hands was reaching its long anticipated climax, and he found himself lost to the world from moment to moment. another patient was entered, she was followed by an entire team of chattering teens. judging by the dirt marks they left on the floor, an entire quidditch team.
remus did what he could to disappear for only just a moment. he glanced at the newly-arrived girl in the bed beside him, and decided he didn’t, nor wanted to, know her. so he could simply return to his book.
the wind outside howled, winter was coming fast.
the book fell out of his hands.
after months of searching, there she was. right beside him, peering up at him from the bed beside him.
he cleared his throat, hoping he wouldn’t sound to soft or too grovely. “yeah, it’s… it’s alright.”
the silence was unasked for. he suddenly didn’t know what to say. he’d thought about this meeting for weeks, and when it finally happened he couldn’t form coherent sentences.
“what’s it about?” she finally filled his silence.
“umm- it’s about some boys who get stuck on an island.”
“what kind of island?” she was grasping onto straws of conversation topics, he noticed. what could that mean?
“well, not a very nice one”, he laughed shortly. “it’s also kind of about humans’ animalistic instincts and natural selection, i guess.”
“sounds lovely.” she smiled. her face soon twisted into a grimace, eyebrows furrowing in pain.
“are you alright?” he spoke her words from months ago. were they his now?
“yeah, yeah. just having a rib bone grow back… ”
she nodded, clasping her arms around her middle. “yeah.”
“i recommend you sleep through it.”
she groaned, feeling how her insides were changed. “sounds good.”
“see you in the morning”, she turned her back on him and curled up in her own set of unfamiliar white sheets.
remus stayed up for a while that night, thinking. wondering. watching the moonlight.
james came to see him after quidditch practice, madame pomfrey frowned when she saw the dirt marks his mud-covered boots left on the floor. when he saw the girl in the bed beside him, he exclaimed, loudly as he ever was, “(y/l/n)!”
she gave him a similar tone, “potter!”
remus watched this encounter with a wandering mind.
“james, i see quidditch practice went rough.” he addressed his friend.
“yeah, are you training extra hard to stand a chance against ravenclaw?” she added, a smirk playing on her lips.
james smiled and huffed, “you’re no hard match for us.”
“we’ll see about that in the match next week.”
their exchange was filled with playfulness, tinted with a slightly competitive tone. it could’ve easily mistaken for pure resent, but to remus it was something else. the pieces finally clicked together - she was (y/n) (y/l/n), the ravenclaw seeker. he could recall james mentioning her every now and again, when in one of his fierce discussions about quidditch.
remus joined in in their conversation, silently overjoyed over finding out who she was.
(y/n) was released from the hospital that same evening. she came to visit him the next morning. by then, she’d cut her hair in a new style. remus could barely hide the smile tugging at his lips every time she spoke. she seemed so relaxed, so at home in every situation. all he could feel was the close chaos inside of him. and he wondered if she felt the same, but was better at hiding it in kind words. a part of him hoped so.
“i like your… your new hairstyle. it looks good on you.” i’m pretty sure anything looks good on you.
(y/n)’s hand touched her new style. “really? thanks. i… it was on a bit of a impulse that i cut it.”
she flushed red, but didn’t want to let go of his eyes. she leaned her chin in her hand. “hmm. yours is getting awfully long.” she let her fingers trail through his brown hair.
“i could…”, she started. “i could cut it for you. only if you’d like, i mean-”
“yeah. i’d like that.” he interrupted her with kindness.
“okay.” she smiled at him. then she realised the time. “i have to go, divination starts soon.” she gently patted his hand. “bye.”
and she vanished for the day.
sirius appeared before him shortly after. by the look of him, he’d overslept and then not bothered to find himself where he was supposed to be. he brought his friend chocolate, newly acquired from hogsmeade. they shared the bar, piece by piece.
“hey, did you see someone?”
“how d’you know it’s a girl?”
sirius’ grovely face turned into a soft expression for just a second. a grin spread across his lips. “the smile on your face told me.”
redness grew on remus’ cheeks. “her name’s (y/n). we met here.”
“here, in the hospital wing?” another large grin. “how romantic.”
remus ate his chocolate. “very.”
“well, remus”, sirius heaved his tall body into standing position. “i wish you all luck with your romantic endeavours. but i must partake, as i mustn’t miss transfiguration, or minnie will execute me.”
“go forth”, remus smiled, finding joy in such good friends.
the hospital wing lay quiet, darkness finding its way to every corner. the only thing to light up his presence was a small sliver of moonlight, the last rays finding its way through the glazed windows.
his thoughts wouldn’t leave him alone, they feasted upon him this lonely night. suddenly the moonlight seemed to shine a little brighter, as a figure entered the oblong room. his thoughts were disturbed by the image of a girl in nightwear. in her hand she carried a bag. hair was ruffled by sleep - or perhaps lack thereof.
“good night.” she greeted him in unusual words.
“what are you doing here?” remus whispered, afraid to wake his nonexistent fellow patients.
“i came to see you, of course.” she approached his bed, then became unable to decide whether or not to sit down. “and”, she reached into her bag to reveal a shiny scissor, “tonight’s a perfect night for new beginnings.”
she grinned and he smiled back. in the last moonlight, she looked smaller. his heart wasn’t as intimidated by the thought of her. yet, excitement rushed through his veins.
“now?” he whispered into the night.
she nodded eagerly, “or never.”
her legs settled on his bed, she leaned forward to look him in the eyes. “no one knows when this sort of moon’ll appear again.”
remus knew. he smiled to answer, but he knew he could count the days until the moon would be in this exact position next time, and the next. but he smiled at her anyway.
the first snip he held his breath for. the first cut of lock fell down on his bedsheets, the brown contrasting the white.
she worked her way through his curly bed hair for the next hour. his head felt lighter, not just because of the lack of hair, but because of her as well. her quiet chatter filled his mind instead of his mind’s cruel thoughts.
after making double and triple checks, she was finally satisfied with her work. she conjured up a mirror with her wand, and carefully leaned against remus’ shoulder to hand it to him. “look at this masterpiece!”
remus didn’t know whether or not to blush at her words. he did anyways, he always did. bold roses born to die on his freckled cheeks in only seconds. his heart thundered at how close she was. “looks good.”
she hadn’t moved away from him. lightly hugging him from behind, she leaned against him. her warm breath against his ear, he couldn’t stop himself from blushing.
“are you alright?” she asked him, her voice filled with heartfelt concern. the moonlight played in her brights eyes as she moved away from him to meet his eyes. he found himself missing her touch. “you keep disappearing.” her lips turned into a small, kind smile. “you don’t have to answer, i’m just… i’m just worried about you.”
remus’ heart came suddenly alive upon hearing her words. he never would’ve imagined she’d ever seen him enough to notice his absence.
he smiled, and reached for her hand. it felt soft, wrapped in his cold fingers. “you don’t need to worry. i’m okay, i always will be.”
her worried eyes were only slightly calmed. she squeezed his hand lightly. “okay.”
she didn’t fully believe him, but she knew not to pry. instead she turned her attention to the moon. hand pulled his arm over her, once again she leaned into him. he knew she must feel his thundering heart, but he wasn’t too alarmed at the thought. they lay like that with the moon shining down upon them.
in love in the moonlight.
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