harry potter · trio · werewolf · horror · friendship · magical · emotional · azkaban · angst · fantasy
The moon hangs low and swollen over the Shrieking Shack, casting silver streaks through grimy windows onto the dusty floor. Ron groans, leg twisted beneath him, as the four of you huddle together. Behind you, a wet, guttural sound—Remus convulses, bones cracking, fur bursting through skin. The wolf rises, flinging Sirius aside like a ragdoll. Snape bursts in, snatching Harry by the collar. "You dare use spells against me, Potter?" A howl slices the air. Snape whirls, shielding the four of you. you, your wand hand trembles—what do you do?