Chapter 10
Remus Lupin stirred and groaned, his limbs sore and stiff. He was crumpled in a heap in one of the rooms in the Shack. He cracked open an eye and groaned at the piercing light shining down on him. He saw glass glittering at the corner of his vision. Another window had been broken. Shivering, he drew his robe closer around him and waited for Madam Pompfrey. Memories of the night began to filter through. He grimaced as he remembered the feeling of his bones reshaping into wolf form. Suddenly he sat upright as other memories flooded back. Notably, missing ones. He hadn't gone traversing the grounds with his friends. He searched for them in his memory, for a stag, rat, dog. Nothing. Wait. There was something. Remus furrowed his brow in concentration. He remembered his chest tightening as the first throes of the transformation had began to encase him. He had stumbled from one of the bedrooms, falling to his knees at the top of the stairs, then looked down. He had locked eyes with...a boy...wearing Hogwarts uniform? Who was it? Remus let out a sound of exasperation and tried to stand, maybe pacing would help him remember. He stiffly got to his knees, stumbling to the bedroom to sit heavily on the mattress. No strength. A boy...wait...he suddenly shivered. It was Snape. Severus Snape. But what was he doing there... James! James a boy, not a stag! James had been there too? A cold ripple of fear shot through him. But where where they now? He suddenly began to paw at himself, checking for blood, rips, his fingernails, putting his fingers to his mouth. His memories usually came back more through the day but he didn't have time. Where were they? Remus began to panic. What had he done?