Wolfsbane potion imbibed by a wizard now flowed through the veins of a wolf, calming him, keeping his more dangerous predilections at bay. Sometimes the draught was enough to cool his blood and allow him to curl up before the fire and sleep, but not tonight. Tonight he prowled the room he could not leave, thanks to charms he could not undo in
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"There is no way to make sure it doesn't happen again, no fail-safe plan we can come up with. And it's only going to get worse, when the time comes to stop taking the Wolfsbane potion." He looked back over his shoulder, hating how quiet she sounded, how small and fragile she looked.
"I don't think I know the meaning of the word rational, not when it comes to you. I love you." The words he had been unable to say until now were spoken in pain.
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"All I have to do is stay away long enough - it's just one night a month, and the day after. I'm not in any danger the rest of the time, and it's not as though I can't take care of myself..."
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"Wish I was stronger," he said, looking down at the floor. "Better for you if I could stay away, but I don't think I can."
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"You can't go away. I wouldn't be better, I'd be worse, much worse, and besides, I'm not the only one who cares about you. There's Sirius, and what about Harry?
"You're a good and kind man, Remus. First and foremost, that's what you are."
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"'m old and more'n half used up. Dangerous." His eyes were closed and he was curled up tightly under the blankets. Every word he spoke was slower then the last one. "You should have someone who will make you laugh more then cry. I'll bring you tears."
It was telling that even as he told her what he should do he was holding onto the hand that wasn't stroking his hair as if it was a lifeline.
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She kissed his forehead, still smoothing his hair. "You aren't any of those things, and you make me laugh all the time."
She could feel him beginning to drift off to sleep, so she pulled away just long enough to take off her robes, then curled herself around him on the mattress. "I'll only cry if you leave," she murmured, feeling her own exhaustion begin to take over.
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"I'm going to take a shower." He started to move away, but decided that she might rest easier with an explanation, as hard as it was for him to admit to some things. "Hot shower help to relax my muscles. They're always sore the morning after. The muscles and bones... they change shape during the night."
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