Lycanthropy: A Fictional Narrative

It was a cold night, wind blowing fiercely against bolted windows, rattling their frames. Orange-yellow flames glowed brightly in the fireplace of a small sub-urban house in London, while a young man stood by the window pane staring into the distance. The light from the furnace illuminated his handsome face as he sighed once again and shifted to put his weight on the other foot. Sirius Black, the handsome, dark-haired, young man had been standing tiredly by the window for a long while now, ever since he returned from his auror training, waiting impatiently for his friend and lover. A shadow moved in the distance, and Sirius stood alert immediately, all lethargy forgotten as he peered through the mist-soaked window for any sign of his mate.

Remus Lupin continued with his miserable pace even as waves of self-pity washed over him. He tried to deal with it calmly, stoically as usual, but this time, he failed to find that strength in himself. It was the fourth time this week, fourth time that his interviewers rejected his job application on the basis of his lycanthropy, ignoring the almost perfect and hard earned NEWTs and OWLs. He made to pull out his wand as a particularly sharp wind sent a chill down his spine, but just the sight of his beloved wand brought on another wave of abject despair and

Stumbling slightly and trying to recover his breath, he pressed the doorbell and instantly felt a warm body hug and choke him for all his worth. Remus quietly brought his own arms around the animagus and nuzzled his cold cheek in the crook of Sirius' neck. Sirius moved backwards, arms tangled loosely around Remus' waist and peered into his eyes, taking in the cold flushed cheeks, the wind-blown hair and the overall ruffled appearance. Seeing the despair in his beloved's eyes, mixed with hints of shame and helplessness, Sirius pulled him into his chest again, gently kissing his forehead, moving down to his cold nose and even colder lips. Pulling out of the kiss, he laced his hand with Remus' and brought him into the warm living room, pausing only to help him out of his slightly damp overcoat. Sinking down next to Remus on the couch in front of the fire, Sirius pulled out his wand and summoned two bottles of butterbeer and handed one over to Remus silently and put his arms around his shoulders comfortingly.

Remus curled up against Sirius, letting the familiar smell wash over him and tilted his head an inch to find his lover's face shining with affection, eyes alight with love and understanding and gave a small, tentative smile. Sirius smiled in response and raising his eyebrow in an exaggerated gesture, he said "Just because you look adorable all flushed and disheveled like