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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 hadnât seen himself yet, but he was convinced there would be new scars to greet him in the morning. deep, red, theyâd 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.
âare you alright?â a newly woken voice asked.
remusâ breath got caught between his teeth. he didnât know who she was, but she mustâve 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. âiâm fine, yeah. iâm sorry if i woke you up.â
he got no answer from her, she was already asleep again. he made a mental note to weep quietly in the future.
she wasnât 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 heâd 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 couldnât 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 monthâs 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 âare you alright?â became the most beautiful thing heâd 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 wasnât hurt - he never wished hurt upon anyone. but a small grain of selfishness harboured in him - he wondered if heâd 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 couldnât 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 didnât dare speak about it to sirius or james, as he knew theyâd 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 didnât have the courage to trust him fully yet. he didnât 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 didnât, 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 wouldnât sound to soft or too grovely. âyeah, itâs⌠itâs alright.â
the silence was unasked for. he suddenly didnât know what to say. heâd thought about this meeting for weeks, and when it finally happened he couldnât form coherent sentences.
âwhatâs it about?â she finally filled his silence.
âumm- itâs about some boys who get stuck on an island.â
âwhat kind of island?â she was grasping onto straws of conversation topics, he noticed. what could that mean?
âwell, not a very nice oneâ, he laughed shortly. âitâs also kind of about humansâ animalistic instincts and natural selection, i guess.â
âsounds lovely.â she smiled. her face soon twisted into a grimace, eyebrows furrowing in pain.
âare you alright?â he spoke her words from months ago. were they his now?
âyeah, yeah. just having a rib bone grow back⌠â
she nodded, clasping her arms around her middle. âyeah.â
âi recommend you sleep through it.â
she groaned, feeling how her insides were changed. âsounds good.â
âsee you in the morningâ, 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, â(y/l/n)!â
she gave him a similar tone, âpotter!â
remus watched this encounter with a wandering mind.
âjames, i see quidditch practice went rough.â he addressed his friend.
âyeah, are you training extra hard to stand a chance against ravenclaw?â she added, a smirk playing on her lips.
james smiled and huffed, âyouâre no hard match for us.â
âweâll see about that in the match next week.â
their exchange was filled with playfulness, tinted with a slightly competitive tone. it couldâve 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, sheâd 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.
âi like your⌠your new hairstyle. it looks good on you.â iâm pretty sure anything looks good on you.
(y/n)âs hand touched her new style. âreally? thanks. i⌠it was on a bit of a impulse that i cut it.â
âwell, you look lovely.â
she flushed red, but didnât want to let go of his eyes. she leaned her chin in her hand. âhmm. yours is getting awfully long.â she let her fingers trail through his brown hair.
âi couldâŚâ, she started. âi could cut it for you. only if youâd like, i mean-â
âyeah. iâd like that.â he interrupted her with kindness.
âokay.â she smiled at him. then she realised the time. âi have to go, divination starts soon.â she gently patted his hand. âbye.â
and she vanished for the day.
sirius appeared before him shortly after. by the look of him, heâd 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.
âhey, did you see someone?â
âhmm?â remus dreamed.
âhow dâyou know itâs a girl?â
siriusâ grovely face turned into a soft expression for just a second. a grin spread across his lips. âthe smile on your face told me.â
redness grew on remusâ cheeks. âher nameâs (y/n). we met here.â
âhere, in the hospital wing?â another large grin. âhow romantic.â
remus ate his chocolate. âvery.â
âwell, remusâ, sirius heaved his tall body into standing position. âi wish you all luck with your romantic endeavours. but i must partake, as i mustnât miss transfiguration, or minnie will execute me.â
âgo forthâ, 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 wouldnât 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.
âgood night.â she greeted him in unusual words.
âwhat are you doing here?â remus whispered, afraid to wake his nonexistent fellow patients.
âi came to see you, of course.â she approached his bed, then became unable to decide whether or not to sit down. âandâ, she reached into her bag to reveal a shiny scissor, âtonightâs a perfect night for new beginnings.â
she grinned and he smiled back. in the last moonlight, she looked smaller. his heart wasnât as intimidated by the thought of her. yet, excitement rushed through his veins.
ânow?â he whispered into the night.
she nodded eagerly, âor never.â
her legs settled on his bed, she leaned forward to look him in the eyes. âno one knows when this sort of moonâll appear again.â
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.
âokay?â she asked him.
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 mindâs 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 remusâ shoulder to hand it to him. âlook at this masterpiece!â
remus didnât 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. âlooks good.â
she hadnât moved away from him. lightly hugging him from behind, she leaned against him. her warm breath against his ear, he couldnât stop himself from blushing.
 âare you alright?â 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. âyou keep disappearing.â her lips turned into a small, kind smile. âyou donât have to answer, iâm just⌠iâm just worried about you.â
remusâ heart came suddenly alive upon hearing her words. he never wouldâve imagined sheâd ever seen him enough to notice his absence.
he smiled, and reached for her hand. it felt soft, wrapped in his cold fingers. âyou donât need to worry. iâm okay, i always will be.â
her worried eyes were only slightly calmed. she squeezed his hand lightly. âokay.â
she didnât 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 wasnât 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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