In Worrying Nights
Theme 68: Roar


Sweat trickled down Sirius Black’s forehead. Remus leapt at him again with a howl of rage, blood dripping down his injured paw.

“I don’t know how he escaped,” Peter whimpered, standing at the door. “I was guarding him, honest –”

“Peter, shut up,” Sirius yelled as, with another roar, Remus attacked him. A hoary stag swept past like a flash of lightning, holding Remus back. “Padfoot, hurry,” James said, changing to human form as Remus prepared to attack again. “Fix his paw, quick.”

Sirius nodded, his wand aloft. “I’m trying. Hold him back for a second – and wish me luck.”