Summary: Sirius wasn't proud of his reaction to their discovery of Remus' lycanthropy.
Word Count: 227
Sirius wasn't proud of his reaction to their discovery of Remus' lycanthropy. When James had connected the dots and dazedly announced it in the dormitory, Sirius had fled headlong into the Forbidden Forest. He stayed there for a whole day, hiding from both his friends and the teachers, which earned him a fortnight of detentions when he finally emerged. Still, even with hours of solitude to ponder the matter over, Sirius couldn't accept the fact that Remus was a werewolf.
He had avoided Remus for over a week. He'd forced himself to stop when Remus eventually had asked him, in a frighteningly resigned manner, if he didn't want them to be friends anymore.
That had happened five days ago. Now it was Wednesday, the dusk was giving in for the night and the full moon was to rise at any moment. Sirius, James and Peter sat huddled up in the woods by the Shrieking Shack, safely on the other side of the fence. They wrapped their blankets tighter around themselves, silently waiting for something, anything, with held breath.
A blood-curdling, anguished scream filled the air.
Sirius stared. The screaming continued, one cry after another, not stopping. Sirius' clenched his blanket so tightly his knuckles turned white and fought against the urge to throw up.
Suddenly the fact that Remus was a werewolf didn't mean a sodding thing.