An idea that just came to me. Marauders: Seventh year. Time: Fall 1976. Enjoy.

Bitten: Chapter One:

Remus' POV

I don't remember the day I was bitten but that day would forever change my life. Tonight was the night I'd always feared. The full moon. Tonight I would hurt my friends. I'd told them time and time again to leave me in there alone, but they'd always said no. They didn't trust me.

I would never forgive myself if I ruined another person's life. Never would I ever bite another person.

"Ready Remus?" James asked before checking over his shoulder to see if anyone was listening or following.

I nodded grimly, this was the worst day of the month. I bit into my lip as we walked out of the castle. As tradition Sirius was on my left and James on my right, they were my crutches. Peter dragged his feet behind us.

We made a fast approach to the Whomping Willow, but I could feel myself changing. I turned and grabbed Sirius' arm so hard my fingers turned white. I didn't comprehend the pained expression on his face, I didn't hear what James said as he pulled at me. This was the feeling I hated, having no control.

Then there was the other feeling. Ripping out of my skin. James was yelling but it sounded like whispers. He knew… he knew too well. Suddenly he'd changed into Prongs and sent me flying still as human from Sirius. Then it happened where I lay in the wet grass. It hurt, it always hurt, but I'd never told the boys.

I lay there seizing on the ground, feeling it rip my body apart. Feeling the seams of my clothes rip and the button on my pants pop. Then it was done and I blacked out. I couldn't control myself. I wasn't Remus. I was Moony. I was gone.

When I woke up I was laying on leaves. I sat up and I was stiff as a wooden board. I took in the scenery, all normal… But that was when I saw her. She was lying only feet away from me.

I crawled on my knees to her, hardly feeling the pinpricks of pine needles on the ground. I examined the girl; her blonde hair was splayed around her, pink stained a portion of it. Could that be blood? Had I caused her so much pain? I mobbed her hair and saw it behind her left ear. There… was a bite mark.

I collapsed then. I was completely naked in the Forbidden Forest crying over this poor girl I'd never seen before. I didn't know her and I'd ruined her life even though I'd promised myself I wouldn't.

For how long I cried I don't know, but eventually I told myself to stop. To get up. This girl needed help. And where the hell were the boys? I couldn't walk around nude.

I strode away for a moment, but I found myself unable to walk away from my first victim. I eleven years I'd never slipped. Why now? I walked back to her and gathered her in my arms, I was careful to cradle her head gently. I didn't think anything ill of doing it, I couldn't leave her in pain. I didn't know who she was, but I didn't care.

There was one place to go. Hagrid's. I was naked but… what else could I do?

"Hagrid," I called since I couldn't knock. I thanked god it was still morning and everyone was inside. But what had she been doing? "Hagrid, please, I need help." I heard him shuffling and the door opened, his new puppy Fang barking at his heels.

"Remus!… er… where 're you…"

I didn't have time, I just walked in. "Hagrid. I'm a werewolf. I've done something terrible, I couldn't stop myself. I don't remember… she needs help."

He pulled her from my arms and swung his free arm to clear the table. Things smashed when they hit the floor, but that's where he placed her.

Hagrid turned on her, how could he be so unconcerned? He pulled a blanket from the sofa and tossed it to me. But my fingers were trembling so much I couldn't wrap it around myself. Hagrid had to do it for me. I hadn't realized how cold I was until I found warmth in the blanket.

"You should go."

I turned but stopped as if to stare at the door like I was admiring it. "Who… who is she?"

Hagrid heaved a heavy sigh. "I don' believe you need to know that."

I didn't look at him. I couldn't. I couldn't force myself to move. "I to know. Please Hagrid."

He huffed but told me anyway, "She's Alyse Argens, a Hufflepuff sixth year. Now go up to the castle and get Madame Pomphrey."

I had to bite my lip to remind myself to walk. Had I… had I done something to the boys? Had I hurt them? Had I killed them?

It wasn't the time to worry; I walked up the stairs to the hospital wing.

"Remus," Madame Pomphrey shouted when I came in. "What is it?"

I swallowed and looked at her. "As you know, last night… well we didn't make it to the Shrieking Shack. I don't know what happened to the guys, but… when t was over. There was a girl… I'd I can't believe it. I… she's at Hagrid's, she needs help."

Madame Pomphrey rushed past me out the door. I fell onto one of the beds trembling so much that I couldn't hold the blanket around myself. I didn't care when it fell around my waist and left my upper body exposed and cold. I felt like I was sitting in a patch of snow, I couldn't feel, but still I shook.

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Stella's POV

"You should tell him!" Grace Perry yelled from where she sat cross-legged at the foot of my bed.

"I can't," I fought with her.

Colbie Carlton laughed, "Can't, ha, you can do it."

"Yes," Lily Evans added. "We all known you can. You've never hid your feelings from anybody before."

"But I can't, really," I argued with her.

"Yeah okay." Colbie said sarcastically. "Stella Sparks can't say how she feels for her boyfriend. Yeah right."

"But you don't understand. Whenever I try to tell him… I just choke up."

Grace chuckled, "You and him are item. You've been dating since the beginning of the summer, or the end of the year. For two seasons you've gone out three times a week and hung out everyday. And I swear if I see you snogging one more time… Point is, you totally hit it off and now it's past Thankgiving. It's Seventh year, you can marry him in the summer if you want to!" She'd always been one for happy endings that never came.

"I can't just tell him."

"Yes, you can!" Lily objected and encouraged at the same time, "'Remus, I love you.'"

Colbie clapped her hands, Bravo Lilypad."

Lily rolled her eyes at the nickname from third year. We'd all had them. Graceylace, Colbiecakes, and Stellbell. That wasn't the worst; we'd walked in alphabetical order, left to right. Colbie, Grace, Lily, and me (Stella). We'd also written our nicknames on our papers, and Professor Slughorn will still call us by the names from time to time. That was the time when we could look at the Marauders as friends not boyfriends. The only one that didn't like a Marauder was Grace, and really, why would she? It was Peter. He was nice but nothing special to look at.

Third year was the time when they'd let us call them by nicknames. Jamey, Siriusdelirious, Remusman, and PeterPan. Now they were just James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Or Prongs, Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. For what reason none of us knew.

We were the Gryffindor Girls, the Marauders were our counterparts. We were pretty popular it seemed.

"Tell him!" Colbie whined at me, "You have to."

I sighed, "Alright. I will. I'll tell him… soon."