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A/N: This is my idea of what it was like when James and Lily and Remus, it's based on facts I have obtained through OoP and POA, so, it's not totally accurate, and I hope y'all like it!!
"Come Remus, it's almost time." Madame Pomfrey guided a shuffling Remus Lupin towards the large tree, prone to protection, the Whomping Willow. Madame Pomfrey prodded a small knot among the fighting branches, and they froze.
"Down you go." Remus slid down under a root, into a narrow passageway. Sweat poured off his face as he made his way down the earthy hallway to his residence of once a month. Remus climbed up into a small house, aptly named the Shrieking Shack, for once a month, Remus came here to have his unearthly transformation. Remus was a werewolf. As a small child, he was bitten by a werewolf, and at the time, there was nothing to be done about it, and, to this day, as far as he knew, there still was nothing to be done about it.
Remus lay down on the floor and braced himself for the awful sensation that would shortly follow. Hair began to sprout on his arms and legs, face and feet. His face stretched and contorted as his nose and mouth became a wet, slimy, muzzle. The bones in his legs and back crunched and snapped as they pressed into the thick hip and back of a large dog. The whites of his eyes disintegrated into a deep rusty brown. His pupils grew into double their normal size. His teeth stretched into menacing fangs, ravenous saliva dripping, and a long tail sprouted from his lower back. His hands and feet curled into strong, massive paws, and sharp claws protruded from the toes. His cries and yells sunk deep into his chest, and a low devilish growl emerged from his throat. His ears pricked up. It was over. He was a werewolf. Suddenly, he felt an urge. An urge to bite, to harm. To kill. Adrenaline surged through his veins. There was nothing in the shack that could satisfy his craving. Nothing, of course, except , himself. He lunged and sank his teeth deep into the flesh on his hip. A yelp of pain flew from his mouth, yet he continued. Soon, numerous punctures ravaged his sickly hide. It would be a long week.
"I don't like it Sirius, I don't like it at all," James Potter paced the Gryffindor common room.
"Once a month he disappears for a week, and he won't tell us why? I mean, of course, he's 'told' us why, but obviously it isn't the truth." James' messy dark hair fell in every which direction it could. His strong tall frame commanded attention by all around him.
"Just sit and relax, James. Honestly, Remus will tell us when he is good and ready to." Sirius Black lounged in a very large, very comfortable chair beside the fire. His thick black hair framed his handsome face. Stature similar to James, but a little taller. His dark eyes danced with the fire light.
"And for Gods sake Peter, stop chewing your nails! It's disgusting." Sirius spat.
"S-s-sorry Sirius. Can't help it. I'm just nervous, that's all. Can't stand not knowing what's wrong with Remus." Peter stuttered out. Peter Pettigrew was a short chunky boy, with thin mousy hair and a pointed nose. His stubby fingers and nails were chewed and bleeding from his sharp pointed abnormally large teeth.
"Oh come off it Peter. You're only worried because James is, admit it." Sirius knew the truth. Peter followed James, Sirius and Remus around because he looked up to them, so very much. He practically worshipped the ground they walked on.
"Stop pestering, Sirius. I guess we should just go to bed, there's nothing we can do." James scolded.
"Good idea James." Peter jumped up and scurried into line behind James. Sirius rolled his handsome eyes and followed.
A week later, Remus was escorted back to Gryffindor tower by Madame Pomfrey. She gave James, Sirius instructions to give him another's days rest. They nodded and said it would be done. The next day the four friends set out for breakfast in the Great Hall on a particularly beautiful Monday morning.
"Great day for Quidditch, eh boys?" James whistled. The other 3 nodded in agreement. James, Sirius and Remus took healthy portions of all thier food while Peter was stuffing his ruddy face with it. Once a spot of plate shone through the food, he covered it with something else. Ate much like a Baslisk he did, eating everything in sight, eating lots and in huge amounts each time. After the 4–3 of them finished, waiting for Peter stop piling the delicious food upon his collapsing plate, they headed for Charms with the small and squeaky Proff. Flitwick.
"Today is levitation again." Peter informed the group.
"Great. Maybe I'll send you across the room to Evans Potter," Sirius laughed.
"You wish!!"
A/N: Hey hope you liked it, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read and review. (Please, if you don't like it, don't swear...) What will happen when Sirius and James discover Remus' strange disorder? Keep reading!