Disclaimer: You know it's not mine. Not the characters, not the basic plot. Just some of the bits in between.
Chapter 1
The boy sat in the woods engrossed in his favourite book, a story about a Muggle-born who discovered he had magic. The boy had lost track of time and only looked up when he heard his mother's voice shouting for him through the trees to come in as it was getting dark. The leaves around him were shimmering with the pure light from the moon.
It was the time the boy loved most, when the moon was full and it hung round and majestic in the sky. He decided to read to the end of the chapter although he could already smell his mother's pie wafting on the evening breeze.
When he was done he marked the page and carefully closed the book. Rising, he turned back to the familiar path that led to his house but as he did so he caught a glimpse of something move a short distance away in the undergrowth. Curious, he looked through the trees and saw a tiny, glistening light appear. Then he just made out a dark, hulking shape. The glimmer had been the moonlight reflecting off two-inch canine teeth. Then the boy realised what he was seeing, he had read enough about them. It was a huge, stormy grey werewolf!
It turned its head to him and snarled. The boy's eyes widened in terror and he yelled in the hope of someone hearing him. He turned and ran as fast as he possibly could in the direction of his house but it was not fast enough. The boy was young, only about seven, there was no way he could outrun a fully grown werewolf. He was still unconsciously clinging to the book in his hand as he pelted between the trees.
So the beast was gaining on him and he could hear its humungous feet thudding as they hit the ground between the enormous strides. Then it leapt and everything seemed to go in slow motion for the child. It threw him forward where he hit his head on the ground painfully. The lycanthrope skidded to a halt and turned back to finish him off. There was already a thin trickle of warm liquid falling down his face. Blood was coming from a wound on his forehead, a token of is painful fall.
The beast was taking its time walking up behind the terrified young child, savouring the petrified whimpering, dry leaves crackling beneath its paws, itching for the kill. Then the gigantic teeth sank into his shoulder and he screamed in agony, but it sounded distant - not part of him. His whole body stiffened as he sensed the beast raise its deadly paw for the final blow and everything went numb. He couldn't keep his eyes open and instead screwed them up tight for the final blow. Then he heard feet pelting towards him and two voices screamed hexes. All the boy felt was fear and pain, he had no hope left.
But then the werewolf seemed to flinch and it removed its heavy paw from the child's back so that he could breathe again. The last thing he heard was retreating paw beats and his mother's anguished scream. Then he collapsed into darkness.
The boy was about the average height for a boy of his age, he had tousled light brown hair and usually cheerful grey eyes. Living in a country house there weren't many other children around but he had one friend, Pepin, who he had always played with from the village a couple of miles away and they had always been best friends. The boy's name was Remus Lupin.
I don't like to be one of those people who always asks for reviews in return for the next chapter but I only wrote this story as a test of different emotions so if there are any improvements you think I could make - or blimey, if you even have praise - please just take a little time to leave a greatly appreciated comment. thank you for reading.