Rage

Remus awoke in a hospital looking area with a horrible headache and a sore nose. There was also a tingling sensation in his right bicep. He was startled when a kind-looking witch came around the bed curtains to check on him.

"Calm down, I'm just here to check on your head. A minor concussion with a broken nose. I've healed your nose though, as well as your cracked skull. They will be sore for a few hours though, I'm afraid. On the bright side, your nose will heal straight and will stay flat," she spoke calmly, but he felt angry for some reason. Not at her, but at someone.

He remembered the feast. Remembered joking with Romulus about taking the largest bit of Rarebit. He remembered going for the food, and Rom stabbing him with a fork. He remembered the fight. Remembered the last thing he saw: Romulus' knee flying at his face, connecting with his nose with enough force to break a brick wall.

He saw red, as he leapt up to go find him and beat the living domi out of him. He strode over to the doors when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

One thing about Remus; he did not like physical contact.

He whirled around to face the medi-witch, shoving her hand off in the process.

"Peidiwch â chyffwrdd â mi!" he screamed, hating the feeling of someone he didn't know touching him, (Don't touch me!).

The reason why Remus didn't like contact is because contact was usually followed by pain, and Remus hated to hurt. Hated it so much, and the one person he trusted to touch him had hurt him, and now Remus would make his brother hurt. He would make Romulus hurt enough on the outside to make up for the pain he had caused Remus to feel inside. 

"I have not excused you from the hospital wing. You are not to leave!" she said, but Remus didn't care. He was in a blind rage, angered by the betrayal and the pain that was still there. He would crack his brother's skull just like he had done to him.

The wolf was taking over, and for the first time, Remus let it. His muscles rippled under his shirt; he felt a strength he had never felt before. His eyes glowed like twin yellow flames as he kicked open the hospital wing doors, somehow knowing exactly where his brother was in the castle.

He ran as fast as his long legs could take him, he thundered down the castle halls. They torches he past roared with the magic that he was outputting in his rage. People leapt out of his way. He ran past the first years being led to the dormitories. James called out to him to stop, but he didn't listen. He went up to a door with a name he didn't bother to read. 

The door flew open, forced by the magic that Remus commanded. Romulus was sitting there with someone else he didn't bother to recognize. He leapt forward, slamming his brother against the desk in a pure rage, wanting to hurt, and hit, and scream. He wanted-no, needed to see the fear in his brother, wanted to smell it, wanted to drink from his fear and use it to power this new burst of energy.

Suddenly, he was thrown backwards by a spell from the person his brother was talking to.  He knew he made contact with the wall behind him, but didn't feel it as his head connected what would have been painfully with it.

"Enough!" yelled the one who had cast the spell. He spun on the person, ready to attack, then his brain finally caught up with him. 

Minerva McGonagall stood with her wand out, pointed at him. He respected her, but didn't like being held at wand-point. He snarled.

"Drop the damned stick and I won't attack. Drop it with help and I will strangle him," his voice was low and dangerous. Professor McGonagall lowered her wand and placed it on her desk, still glaring at him. Remus nodded and turned to his brother. 

 "Chi!" he spat at him (you), "allan o fy wyneb cyn i mi ei grafu i ffwrdd." (Out of my face before I scratch it off.) His voice was still low and dangerous. His fury had left to be replaced by cold rage. He knew Romulus didn't like it.

"Remus os gwelwch yn dda," he begged, (Remus please), "Gallwn siarad am hyn. Mae'n ddrwg gen i." (We can talk about this. I'm sorry).

"Na, Romulus, gallem siarad am hyn. Nid mwyach, serch hynny," Remus spoke so quietly that only Romulus could hear the heartbreaking sentence that left his brother's mouth, (No, Romulus, we could talk about this. Not anymore, though). 

Remus watched as his brother picked himself up and walked through the gathering crowd outside McGonagall's office. He didn't look back, just left like instructed. He waited exactly 30 seconds before weaving his way through the crowd.

McGonagall reached out, but Remus whirled to face her. "Don't. Touch. Me," he snarled. When would people get that he didn't like to be touched?

She stopped herself, and dropped her arm. "Your brother has been given detentions for the following week, and he lost 30 house points for Gryffindor," she said.

Remus stopped for a moment confused, but he didn't let it show, keeping up his mask of cold anger. "So? I don't see why you would tell me," He said coldly. Surprisingly, she didn't scold him for speaking to her like that.

"I would go back to your dormitory, Mr. Lupin. Your belongings have already been placed up in the dorm room," he nodded, and headed the way she told him to go, but then changed his mind. Did he really want to go up there? To face his brother and the acquaintances on the train? He turned around, careful to be quiet on passing McGonagall's office. 

He walked around for a bit. He didn't feel like sleeping. The adrenalin still hadn't worn off, and ander was still an obvious emotion. He wandered around for a bit, needing a place to cool off his brain and sleep.

He passed a picture of a man trying to teach a troll to dance. He looked at it for a moment, wondering why anyone would waste their time on such a thing. He looked around for a room where he could maybe break a few things, through things around, an outlet for the pent up magic. He paced a bit thinking about his problem, and contemplating going up to the dorms if he could find it.

He stopped, sensing something. He turned to look at the wall, which had previously been bare, not even a portrait on it. He gasped. There was a huge mahogany door that had definitely not been there before. 

He walked forwards, hesitantly. He grabbed the door handle, it smelt of pure gold. He took a breath in, and opened the door.