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It had been a bad moon. Remus knew that as soon as he opened his eyes- his breathing shallower than usual. Gingerly, he touched his side, and winced as his hand came away bloody. Where was everyone? He was alone in the Brecon Beacons, gasping for breath- where was James? Where was Peter? Where was Sirius?
Where were the Marauders?
He reached out for his wand, fingers closing around nothing but soft, damp grass. Shit, where was his wand? It took Remus a minute, but eventually he managed to find his wand in and amongst the foliage. He clutched it tightly, and tried his best to stop the bleeding that was coming from a gash in his side. His hands shook as his vision cleared, and Remus took in his surroundings. At least the wolf had chosen a good place to detransform, he thought bitterly.
Remus was sat in a morning sun-dappled clearing, the grass damp with morning dew. The trees looked a lot more inviting in the early dawn than they had done late in the night. None of these observations explained the absence of his three best friends. Wincing again as he stood, nursing the wound on his side, he grasped his wand and apparated back to his and Sirius' apartment.
The first thing he took in was the decorations- they'd all had such a good time hanging tinsel from every available surface, setting up the tree and string fairy lights all across the apartment.
YALL THIS ISNT FINISHED STILL I JUST GOTTA POST IT BECAUSE MY DRAFTS DONT SAVE