Author's Notes:
So, it's that time of the year again. That's right. Halloween. And this year, I thought that I might get into the spirit of the season by writing a short story. This little story involves everyone's favorite lycanthrope: Remus J. Lupin. It's probably been done before, but I got really inspired after listening to Skillet's Monster.
Yes, I know that I should be writing more of Seasons of a Loser Queen, but I could not resist the temptation to write this one shot. In my defense, I have written some more of that story and published it to this site. So I thought that a miniature break was in order.
If you do not recognize the song, I urge you to check it out. Skillet is a very good band. I've been a fan for several years. Their songs never disappoint me.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.
Lyrics:
I feel it deep within
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess
That I feel like a monster
Howl-o-ween
I felt myself freezing up. I knew instantly what was going on. I glanced up to see a full, bright moon hanging in the clear night sky. Then, I looked at my shaking hands. I was horrified with what I saw. My fingers were lengthening into gnarled claws. Dark, matted fur covered my normally hairless hands. As I touched my face, I could feel a long snout growing in the place of my nose.
Falling to my knees, I dropped my hands to my side. A bloodcurdling cry issued from my throat, which turned into a howl. It was happening again. I was turning into a monster. Only a few more minutes, and I would no longer be human. At least, for the night, anyway. The next morning, I would awake somewhere with no recollection of the night before at all.
This was a good and a bad thing. Mostly bad because what if I had attacked someone. That was my worst fear. I did not want to infect anyone else with this disease. Or worse, kill anyone who happened to cross my path.
That is why I found it easier to remove myself from the company of others this time of the month. Just as a precautionary measure for both myself and everyone else. It's bad enough that one werewolf is currently residing at Hogwarts. There's no need to have more running around.
But even precautionary measures do not work sometimes. Someone was right behind me, and they were screaming. I waited to hear if this person had started to run, but I did not hear any footsteps. They were frozen in fear at the sight of me.
"Run," I managed to croak out. "Please…get out of here! Now!"
"Professor?" questioned the timid voice of a female student. I did not know the identity of the student, or care for that matter. I was only concerned that they get as far away from me as possible.
"Just go!"
Still, I did not hear the sound of footsteps. Which caused me to growl very loudly. I hoped that it would scare the poor girl away. I did not understand why she was outside of the castle so late anyhow. Didn't she know how dangerous it was, or did she not value her own life?
As I felt the last bit of my human self drain from my body, I let out another ghoulish howl. My last thought before turning around was that I hoped that the girl was safe. Which she would be, if she was a fast runner.
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