Hello! This is my very first story! Please be kind also take note that this has not been edited by anyone.. so yeah it's RAW. Again, Please be kind. Thank you and Enjoy!

The Story takes place in the third movie: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, what I would imagine takes place to poor Moony. I love Werewolves! ^^

Warning: I haven't read the book, just watched the movie so yea... that's the only warning! ^^

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Only this story and my Oc.


On a night of a Full Moon a dark brown Werewolf prowled into the deep of the Forbidden Forest. Wounded from an attack by the flying beast and suffering from years of starvation from its human counterpart, the regeneration process has been painfully slow regardless, its desperate search of food continued on. After years of being locked up and chained, the wolf took in the forgotten sensations around him as he walked slowly with a limp and not caring as he squirted out more blood on the ground. Thankfully, he couldn't feel human in the back of his mind probably unconscious from the shock and pain that the human hadn't felt in years since putting the wolf in a drugged-state sleep. The wolf snorted as if telling the human off. Serves him right.

It continued off through the night, the gentle moonlight giving the wolf's sensitive eyesight from years of abuse to darkness, a soft glow to view its path a little bit more clearly.

Chapter 1

[Sniff]

"Blood" muttered a bone helmed skull kid to the yellow-eyed black beast behind him. The best growled in acknowledgement, almost as if it could understand what the kid said.

The kid stood up and stared off in the direction the blood they found headed to. "It's bleeding but walking and smelled human but I see paws as footprints, so probably a werewolf" the muttered. The beast sneered in response at the last word, as if disgusted. The kid smirked in amusement and started walking using the spear he had like a walking stick, the beast followed after. "Now, now" the kid mocked "let's not judge. It's probably nearby what with the large quantity it's bleeding out, so best let's get its death over and done with so we could bring it back to the pack for dinner" he finished with a grin. "There'll be a feast tonight" he quietly added, excited with the idea.

They both halted and braced their legs before sprinting of with vampire-like speed to their would-be dinner.

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By now, the wounded werewolf is panting from exhaustion; its wounds did not stop bleeding as its regeneration seemed to be failing from lack of nourishment. The strength in his legs grew weak and soon he collapsed under his own weight. The numbness that appeared on the first few hours that he relied on seemed to slowly disappear as it soon brought back the pain from the ground up.

It was a pitiful sight to see. A werewolf that is feared by so many but been abused by itself, is now lying on the ground with its blood pouring out under him. Its first release on soft ground after so many years will now possibly be his last. Worse than that, his pack from those times had gone and left him. Though an odd pack, the loneliness that waved off his human counterpart also affected him in many ways. And to think, he never completed his transformation on being a complete Werewolf, stuck only in this form of half-man, half-wolf, all because his human denied and pushed off the natural instinct of the wolf.

In the presence of the full moon that night, loud whimpering and moaning echoed throughout the deep forest. A few wolves from afar could be heard howling in regards to the lonely, crying werewolf.

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Fallen leaves, twigs, dirt and small rocks could be seen being blown away by an invisible force at a fast break-neck speed. From closer inspection, the two from earlier before –the kid with the bone-helm skull and the large yellow-eyed black beast- has been sprinting fast, following the trail of blood that the wounded werewolf had bled out. The kid frowned as he noticed something and paused in his sprint with a sudden stop, the beast beside him followed and turned to stare at the human kid curiously. The kid rose up his hand to halt the beast from making any sounds and made the universal quiet signed with the same hand.

"Something's crying" The kid whispered quietly as he cupped his hand to hear more clearly. The beast turned back to their front and turned its ear more attentively. Suddenly they both heard a loud echo of sadness coming from the direction of their supposed meal. It shocked them.

"Well now," the kid sighed after a while –wolves from afar howling off to answer the wounded wolf-, "I do think that feast has been cancelled, wouldn't you say?" the kid asked the beast rhetorically as he rubbed his head with his left hand and put his on his hip. The beast gave an attempt to sigh that only amused the kid giving of a chuckle before turning back to their trail of blood. "Let's go save the poor wolf, shall we?" he said after a moment of silence. They sprinted of with the same speed they started in with a new task at hand –to save the wounded, lonely werewolf.


I know it's short but it just started! Love it? Hate it? Please review! and try not to burn me so much ^^''' thank you byee!