Yet we, for all that praise, could find
Nothing but darkness overhead.
-W.B. Yeats
i.
Peter
*
It started with a rat.
*
When he first morphed into a rat, Peter Pettigrew was disappointed. Weeks earlier, Peter and Sirius had found a stag in the middle of their dormitory. James Potter was everything his Animagus embodied â“ a noble, powerful leader. Just like a stag was the king of the forest so James was the king of their little band of troublemakers, the Marauders. Two days after that, Peter stumbled over a dog curled up on the floor at the end of his bed.
âMaybe he should stay that way,â James remarked, cocking his head as he examined the shaggy mutt. âHeâs much quieter.â
The dog whined and pawed at his nose. Several seconds later, Sirius Black stood in its place, robes in disarray. âI resent that,â he retorted with an easy grin.
James ruffled Siriusâs tousled black hair and then dodged out of the way of his lazy swipe. âWhat a good dog, Sirius,â he taunted.
Sirius shrugged before catching James off-guard in a headlock and planting a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. âDogs are manâs best friend.â
James laughed and shoved him away, wiping the saliva off his cheek with the cuff of his robe.
âWhat do you think youâll be, Petey?â James asked.
âI donât know,â he replied honestly, âbut I hope itâs as neat as yours.â
Weeks later, he found himself eye to eye with the cracked black leather of Jamesâs loafer. He could sense his whiskers flicking back and forth as his nose twitched and he was embarrassingly aware of his long, naked tail. It was bizarre, being an animal and yet, still being conscious of everything around you. Morphing into an Animagus was nothing like transforming into a werewolf where all your inhibitions were lost to rage and the pull of the moon.
Peterâs first thought was, âI am a rat.â
His second thought was, âIâm a rat?â Disappointment was a bitter pill to swallow and his nose twitched in aggravation. He quickly morphed back into his human state and was relieved to find how easy it was to go between bodies.
âWhat good is a rat?â he said bitterly, throwing himself down onto his bed like an angry child. âAt least a stag and a dog can keep up with a werewolf.â
âRats are pretty fast,â James supplied helpfully from his perch by the window. âAt least, I can never catch them when I find them raiding the pantry.â
âYouâre small enough too,â Sirius pointed out. âIt will come in handy when we need to get past the Whomping Willow. You can avoid the branches to press the knot.â
âBrilliant,â James said, looking at Sirius in surprise.
âWhy are you so shocked?â Sirius huffed.
Peter laughed at their banter and smiled; maybe being a rat wouldnât be so bad after all.
*
They argued for days. Between hushed conversations in the presence of one irritable werewolf and hastily scribbled words on pieces of parchment passed during classes, the boys outlined how to reveal themselves to Remus. James argued that they should show him the incredibly difficult skill they had mastered before the next full moon. He hoped by doing so, the transformation would be less painful and perhaps Remus would be less likely to lose his mind if he knew his friends were beside him.
While James was the leader, Sirius was the one more likely to rebel. Disillusioned by his privileged upbringing in a family known for its involvement in the Dark Arts when he was Sorted into Gryffindor rather than Slytherin, Sirius had taken every opportunity that presented itself to drive the wedge between himself and his family even deeper.
Sirius suggested just showing up in the Shrieking Shack as Animagi. âWe spent the last few years working ourselves to the bone, studying everything we could about becoming Animagi on top of our regular coursework. What if this doesnât work, James? What if we canât handle him as a werewolf and all that studying was for nothing? If we tell him what weâve done, if we get his hopes up that this is something we could do for him and then we canât? That would destroy him. I canâtâŚI wonât do that to him, James. At least this way, if we do fail, Remus wonât remember anything in the morning.â
If there was anything that Peter had learned in the years that he had known Sirius, it was that he was fiercely loyal to those closest to him. He kept pushing his side of the argument, citing Remusâs already fragile emotional well-being. Finally, like Peter knew he would, James relented; he could never say no to Sirius.
*
Remus
*
The four boys were seated around a table at the library after dinner, trying to work on their Potions essays on the ingredients of a Befuddlement Draught and its effects. It appeared to Remus, however, that Peter was the only one doing any actual work. He rubbed the end of his feathered quill along his chin as he flipped through his Potions book, looking for a list of ingredients.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sirius and James with their heads bent over a piece of parchment that looked nothing like their essays. He frowned and the all too familiar feeling of loneliness washed over him.
He had been worried half-way through their first year when they became aware of his absence once a month â“ his excuse that his mother was ill and he went home to see her once a month seemed to placate the boys, until they noticed that he always returned with bloodied bandages and bruises. He almost laughed in relief when Sirius asked, as seriously as an eleven-year-old could, if someone at home had been hurting him. But boys would always be boys and despite Remusâs claims that things at home were fine, he later found out Sirius had followed him and Madam Pomfrey out one nightâŚto the Whomping Willow.
James was the one who put it all together when they snuck into the Shrieking Shack a few days after and discovered the blood stains and the claw marks. It didnât help that they were studying the phases of the moon in Astronomy.
They had seemed to accept him more than willingly, even going as far as to joke about his time of the month and how moody he got in the days leading up to it. Sirius especially seemed thrilled to add something else to his list of ways to piss his parents off â“ becoming best friends with a werewolf.
Things were fine until they had left for the summer. When they came back, though, sometimes the boys appeared more distant. The rest of the Marauders tended to go off together once in a while, seeking privacy in one of their secret meeting rooms, leaving Remus behind. They always claimed they were doing something illegal that he wouldnât approve of, but it still stung that they didnât think to include him. Over the next three years, they would go off together, citing dangerous and illegal activities. It didnât happen frequently enough for him to become overly concerned. They still included him in everything else, acted like the band of brothers they were â“ bound together by a magic that ran deeper than blood. Things were fineâŚuntil recently. It was like they were avoiding him and talking about him behind his back. They would stop whispering when they saw him approach, giving him exaggerated smiles.
What were they hiding from him? He had long since abandoned his Potions essay, and now his quill was clenched tightly in his hands as he began to panic. They couldnât leave him, could they? They had to share a dormitory so he didnât think they would just decide to not be friends with him anymore. Then his thoughts turned darkerâŚwhat if they were planning on exploiting his secret? But no, he reassured himself, because they had known for years. Why would they do anything about it now? He didnât think he had done anything to upset them.
His frustration was bubbling and he felt like a tea kettle, ready to blow steam out of his ears. Their avoidance of him hurt more than he would care to admit, because these boys had become his best friends and he wasnât sure what he would do if they didnât feel the same about him.
He couldnât take it anymore.
âWhy wonât you tell me what youâve been talking about?â Remus demanded.
The boysâ heads snapped up in surprise at his outburst. James blinked slowly for a few seconds before he smiled, steady and reassuring, which did nothing to soothe the anxiety running like livewire through Remusâs veins. He could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, a staccato beat thumping against his ribs. He thought he might vomit. âDonât worry about a thing, Remus.â
But Remus was prone to worrying and when James said, âdonât worry,â before they pulled a prank, well, that usually meant there was something for him to worry about. Remus narrowed his eyes but before he could reply with something stupid, his mind clearly not thinking outside of his panic, Sirius wrapped his long fingers around Remusâs bony hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Remus mashed his lips shut and sighed. Using the heel of his hand, he pushed his hair across his forehead and out of his face in frustration. Taking a deep breath, he said what had been weighing heavily on his mind for the last few days.
âYou arenât leaving me, are you?â he mumbled meekly.
âWhat?â Sirius yelped, attracting the attention of the librarian, Madam Pince, who was glaring at them as she made her way towards their table.
âThere will be silence in my library,â she hissed. âI donât even want to hear a whisper out of you, or you will leave immediately!â
âSorry!â Peter squeaked, earning himself another glare. He shrunk in his seat under her piercing stare and picked up his quill quickly, pretending to work on his essay.
Sirius watched Madam Pince walk away and when she was preoccupied reprimanding another student, he turned to Remus. âHow could you even think that, Remus?â He looked hurt at the accusation.
Remus picked at a stray thread dangling from his robe sleeve and shrugged. Looking up to make sure Madam Pince wasnât near, he muttered, âYou guys have been acting weird for a long time nowâŚgoing off together, passing notes. Then lately youâve practically been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?â
âRemus, no,â James whispered, horrified. âWe never meant to make you think that. Weâve beenâŚâ he trailed off, looking at Sirius, who nodded. He continued, âWeâve been working on something for you, an experiment. We donât want to tell you about it in case it failsâŚwe donât want to disappoint you.â
Remus was ashamed that he would doubt the love and loyalty that had brought these four boys together in the first place. They had done nothing but support him since they discovered his secret.
âRemus?â Sirius murmured.
Remusâs breath hitched in his throat when he turned and realised Sirius was inches from his face. He could see the flecks of blue and green in Siriusâs steel grey eyes that were staring at him intently.
âAre you listening to me very carefully?â Remus nodded without hesitation. âGood. Remus, if you ever think we would just up and abandon you, I will hex you into next week. What weâre doingâŚweâre doing this for you, all right? Youâll find out soon enough. I promise.â
Remus averted his gaze, unnerved by the serious tone of Siriusâs voice. âAll right,â he replied, his voice wavering. âIâm sorry,â he added. He looked up at all of them and saw they were all staring at him, no hint of remorse or regret on their faces. They meant what they said â“ they were doing this for him, and he would just have to deal with it until he found out what had been keeping them away from him.
*
He didnât have to wait long. Three days later, he stood inside the Shrieking Shack staring forlornly out a dirty, smudged window at a full moon. His clothes were folded neatly on top of an armoire, out of the way of sharp claws and an insatiable hunger to destroy everything in this prison. Except it was not the shack that kept Remus a prisoner, but his own body, a slave to the pull of the moon. He bit back a sob as he felt his bones crack and reform. He doubled over, dragging his fingernails sharply down his arms as his mouth opened in a silent scream. He hated this part, hated it almost as much as losing his mind to that of the werewolf. He fell to his knees and cried out in agony. That was the last thing he remembered.
*
Remus woke the next morning, disoriented and sore, but he was more surprised to find that he didnât feel as painful as he usually did. He blinked wearily against the hazy early morning sun and looked down at his body.
âOh!â he exclaimed. His skin was mottled with bruises, as usual, but there were hardly any claw marks. The werewolf lost its mind with rage when locked inside the shack and it usually took its anger out on Remusâs body.
He heard a small moan and he whipped his head around to find its source. He found Sirius curled up in a ball in the far corner, dried blood under his ear from what appeared to be a deep cut.
âOh no, oh no,â he whimpered, stumbling to his feet and rushing over, only to fall down to his knees again once he reached Sirius. Remusâs hands fluttered nervously, rushing to touch every part of Sirius he could, making sure he was breathing, was alive. âSirius?â
The boy groaned and tried to burrow under his arm. Remus shook him, gently, forcing him to wake. âRemus?â
âOh, Sirius!â Remus cried out, exhaling loudly. âWhat the hell is going on? What are you doing here? Are you okay?â he spat out rapidly.
Sirius yawned loudly and rolled over onto his back, leaning on his elbows so he could look at Remus properly. His face split into a wide grin. âIt worked!â he exclaimed, his eyes perusing Remusâs mostly uninjured body.
âWhat worked?â Remus asked in annoyance. âYou shouldnât be here! I could have killed you. Did IâŚâ he swallowed hard, his fingers pressing feather-light touches along the already scabbing wound behind Siriusâs ear. ââŚdid I hurt you?â Remus was horrified and felt sick to his stomach; the weight of what he had done suffocating him.
âNo!â Sirius yelled, gripping Remusâs arms tightly, shaking some sense into him. âWell, yes,â he admitted, âbut I wasnât a human. Itâs okay, Remus.â
âWhat do you mean you werenât a human? I hurt you,â he cried.
Sirius grinned sheepishly. His fingers tangled in the curls of Remusâs hair at the nape of his neck and he pulled Remus closer, resting his forehead against Remusâs shoulder. âWe did this for you, Remus,â Sirius mumbled into his naked collarbone.
âI donât understand,â he whispered.
The floor creaked behind him and he turned his head sharply, finding James and Peter standing there, brilliant grins on their faces. Then just as suddenly as they were there, they werenât. In their places, a stag stood proudly with a large, grey rat at its feet. He felt Siriusâs body move away from him and when he turned back to the boy he was kneeling in front of, his fingers got caught in the dirty, matted fur of a dog.
âImpossible,â he breathed, looking at them in astonishment.
James was the first to turn back into a human. âDo you like your surprise?â
Remus shook his head. âI still donât understandâŚwhy?â He tilted his head in confusion. The dog whined and nudged his hand, begging him to continue petting it. He was staring right into Siriusâs grey eyes, it was unsettling.
James came to sit beside him and Peter followed. Remus looked up suddenly. âMadam Pomfrey? Sheâll be here soon, youâll be in trouble.â
âItâs still early,â James reassured him. âSheâll be down in another twenty minutes. Weâve timed everything perfectly.â
âWe did this for you, Remus,â Peter explained. âThis way we could be with you when you are a werewolf.â
âBut, how?â Disbelief coloured his tone. âYouâre Animagi. ThatâsâŚthatâs extremely difficult.â
Sirius turned back into a human and the look on his face was positively gleeful. âWeâre brilliant,â he declared.
âIt took us nearly three years to master it,â James admitted.
âYouâve kept this a secret from me for three years? Even you, Sirius?â
âHey!â Sirius exclaimed. âIâm excellent at keeping secrets.â
âItâs why youâve been going off together, why you had been avoiding me lately, right?â Everything had begun to fall into place and Remus felt relieved that this was nothing like he had imagined.
But then disjointed memories ran like a film reel in his head. He remembered the feel of cool grass beneath his paws, the deep, musky smell of the forest. âPlease tell me you didnât take me out of this shack last night,â he begged, eyes widened in shock.
âIt was easier to control you out in the open,â James replied, as if it was no big deal. âYou werenât as angry.â
Remus could feel an angry flush spread across his chest and neck. âI could have killed someone, you fools!â he yelled. âWhat if you couldnât control me? How could I live with myself?â
He panicked and Sirius moved to wrap an arm around his shoulders to comfort him. Remus shrugged him off and stood up, pacing. âNo! What were you thinking? I canât believeâŚoh my god, I canât believe you did this.â
The boys glanced at each other in silent communication. It was James who spoke first. âWeâre going to head back to the dormitory, okay, Remus? Madam Pomfrey will be here soon. Weâre just going to let you calm down a bit. Then weâre going to talk about last night, okay? Everything is fine, Remus.â
Remus nodded stiffly and turned his back on them, blinking back tears of anger. He found his clothes unharmed where he left them and slipped his trousers on carefully. He left his shirt off for now, knowing Madam Pomfrey would have made him take it off anyway to check for wounds. He could hear the quiet creak of the door being opened and his friendsâ hushed voices as they disappeared down the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow.
He released a watery sigh as he slid down the wall in the corner and buried his head in his hands. He felt silly for getting so worked up about it. He should be thankful, he told himself, that his friends were so dedicated and loyal to him. They could have gotten into a lot of trouble for what they did for him. They also could have died in their attempts to become Animagi. Remus read about them, studied them extensively for his classes, but never in a million years did he anticipate this.
His best friends were insane; there were no other words to describe them. The anger took over quickly, overwhelming his appreciation. His emotions were still tied into the rage of the werewolf. He could have killed someone last night. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. They hadnât warned him of their plans; he had no way to predict what could have happened. They were lucky nothing did happen.
He heard the door again, the sharp creak and the low groan as the door slid across the uneven floor. The slow, even footsteps of Madam Pomfrey as she made her way through the shack sounded like a death sentence. Did she know what happened last night? Would they expel him if they found out?
She smiled sympathetically when she saw him. âLetâs see the damage today, Mr Lupin,â she said, crouching down in front of him. She twisted him back and forth, poked the bruises blossoming on his abdomen and raised her eyebrows in disbelief. âYou look great today,â she replied in surprise. âDo you feel well enough to go straight back to your dormitory?â
âYeah,â Remus muttered, pushing himself to his feet. âIâm fine.â
âIâll say,â Madam Pomfrey remarked. âWhatever you did last night, keep doing it. You hardly have a mark on you.â
Remus didnât know if he should laugh or cry. Instead, he thanked her for checking on him and followed her silently through the shack and the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow until they emerged out onto the grounds. He trailed slowly behind her as they got to the double front doors that opened to the cavernous Entrance Hall. Remus felt like there were a million stairs between him and the Gryffindor common room; he waved goodbye to Madam Pomfrey on the first floor and then continued up to the seventh.
He stood in front of the Fat Lady for a few minutes without saying anything. She huffed impatiently. âIâm not getting any younger!â she exclaimed. âPassword?â
âMurtlap,â Remus responded.
The Fat Ladyâs portrait swung open, allowing him entrance into the common room. It was still early enough, and on a Saturday no less, so there were only a few students in the room, playing chess or chatting by the fire. He didnât see the remaining Marauders so he trudged up the stairs to the Fifth Year boysâ dormitory.
âHey,â he muttered awkwardly when he opened their dormitory door. He noticed Sirius had showered, his dark hair stuck to his forehead, and all the dried blood gone from his neck.
âLook,â he sighed, âIâm sorry for how I reacted. I canât believe that you did this for me. But you have to understand where Iâm coming from. If I had bitten someone, if something had gone wrong, everyone would know what I am. I canât risk being expelled from Hogwarts. This castle is my home - itâs our home - and I think you can understand how I would feel if I could never come back. For the first time in my life, Iâm surrounded by people who donât know the monster that I am and canât shun me for it. And youâŚwhat would I do without all of you? You accepted me for what I am, no questions asked. And now you do this for meâŚitâs just overwhelming.â
âI thought about telling you,â James said. âBefore we even did it.â
âI probably would have told you ânoâ if you had,â Remus admitted.
âYou were great last night, though, Remus,â Sirius added. âI mean, you were a little wild when we were all in the shack, but once you got outside you seemed to have fun. At least it kept you from mauling yourself.â
Remus smiled. âYeah, I feel great this morning. ButâŚIâll always be worried about hurting people.â No matter how nice it was to not have to spend the morning in the infirmary, if he hurt someone, if he forced this curse on anyone else just because he wanted a little bit of fun, it would kill him.
âThatâs what weâre there for,â James replied. âWe kept ourselves mostly in the forest away from the town. You wandered a little bit but Sirius and I managed to keep you under control.â
Sirius shuffled over to Remus and wrapped his arms tightly around him, and then he pulled back just enough to look him directly in the eyes. âJust say the word, Remus, and we wonât do it. But we all agree that it would be good for you.â
Remus swallowed past the lump in his throat and squeezed Sirius, smelling the pine fresh soap and subtle undertone of boy that was distinctly Sirius. âIâŚthank you,â he mumbled. âYou are all the very best of friends I could have ever hoped for.â