blue-nadir

That night was the darkest.  The mirror stood in one corner, displaying his torment – why had he procured it?  The potion preserved his mind, but not his body; his eyes surveyed his useless paws, his teeth, the matted fur that covered him.  His eyes glowed in the candlelight, the reflection of the flame in them also accusing him.  He would never be human, he would never be accepted, he would never be loved – or that "love" would only be the lust of the pervert, not the true meeting of minds he once had known. Remus covered his face and wept. --------------- "Get up, Lupin.  We have work to do."  A soft thump of what must have been clothes