Harry Potter III
9. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
When Remus woke up, he glanced around but saw no half-eaten bodies anywhere, which was an enormous relief. He'd been so worried that he would eat Harry and his friends, but then Sirius would have made certain that he didn't.
"Hey, there." Remus turned and saw a young man who was just as naked and covered in scratches and bruises as him.
Remus sniffed the air and started in slight surprise. "You're a werewolf."
The younger man raised an eyebrow and nodded. "So are you." He glanced around. "Any idea where we are?"
"We're in the Forbidden Forest."
His eyes widened. "Oh. I think we should get out of here."
"Yes." Remus sighed. He'd have to buy another wand. If he'd had his latest one, he would have been able to conjure up some clothes for them both.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" the young man asked.
Remus frowned. "No. I never have any memory of the change."
"Me, neither. I'm only asking 'cause I'm hoping that all these scratches and bruises aren't because we were having wild monkey sex, 'cause that's happened to me before with another werewolf."
Remus froze in horror. "Oh, God, I hope not."