A/N This is Remus' thoughts one night , during PoA. He has drank the Wolfsbane potion and is in harmless wolf form in his office. He is staring out the window at the full moon.

This fic is a bit strange, I know. It just sort of came to me as I walked home under the rising moon.

There is a moon tonight

There is a moon outside tonight. It is a thing of wondrous beauty, with yellow clouds moving lightly across it.

It is glowing with a light that, no colour, no word on earth can describe. It is an unearthly light that shines down among in the shadows of the night. The light stretches across the untrodden snow, silvery and still. Yes, it is a magnificent and lovely thing

I recall an old crazy man in one of the books I once read, always talking about the beauty of the moon. I skipped over his parts when I first read it, disliking the subject matter, but now it comes back to me. The Moon Man, they called him. Always wandering about, muttering about the moon.

The glowing orb is higher in the sky now and clearer. It seems so strange, that a thing so beautiful, can hold such horror. It always has for me. For years, that lamp, hanging in the sky, meant only pain and suffering to me. Now, I am finally able to contemplate on that thing of loveliness wandering up there. I can finally understand all the literature and music that has been written about it.

I rest a paw on my office windowsill, craning my neck so I can see it still, as it is now high up in the sky. I have hated and feared this thing, I still do. That thing up there controls my life. My every movement is determined by it. I cannot remember a time when it has not been so.

It seems...It seems that all my life it has been just the moon and I. Just me, the moon and the pain. And now the pain is gone. It is gone as long as I drink this potion. Strange, odd, that something so consistent with my life has now evaporated.

Behind every connection I make with another human being there has always been a lurking fear, that they will find out and I will be hated and feared. I am beast in my own world. Though, there was that wise person who once said to me, "It is only superficial, boy. It is an outside thing, and has nothing to do with your soul and your personality." Perhaps it is only a superficiality, but I cannot escape from it. The full moon and what come with it has etched itself on to my soul.

The moon is out of sight now, and I curl up on my office floor. Yet, there has been times when the moon has not held fear and pain for me. There was a time, when I last lived in this building, that the full moon meant fun and jolly times with my friends. Those times time are long gone now, and all I have left are the memories.

The pain is gone, the friends are gone and all there is, is me curled up in my office, the shining moon, and the memories.

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