I sat there waiting in the shack that Dumbledore had prepared for me. I sat waiting for the moon to come out from behind its shadow, the cloud. I didn't want to be waiting, but what other choice did I have? Should I play chess until it comes over me and I rip apart the board and table? Or should I write a letter to James, only to have it ripped apart when the fury takes over my body, which would be no longer mine. I suppose I could look out the window, but what would I see? At this time of night, no one would be up.
Maybe I should look out the window. After all, I could not break them. The glass was unbreakable, as Dumbledore had made sure to point out. He really is a kind man, Dumbledore is. So kind about me being what I am. A werewolf. I can't possibly tell any of my friends, or I would lose them as I had many others. I pretend I am at my dying grandmother's bedside, holding her hand as she takes her last breaths. But one can only have so many grandmothers. Oh, but I'm wandering off topic. Not a pity, though, it takes up time until the Changing.
I walk over to the window, and place a hand on the sill, gazing outward into the shadows of the trees. I could've just sworn I saw a shadow move! No bother though, it's probably just the changes affecting my body, making me delirious. But the moon is still hidden, behind its shadow. But no, there goes another one!
It seems as though the shadows are creeping toward the shack in which I stand. I draw in my breath, what could it be? I realize that the figures I see are not shadows after all. They are people, dark and black from the moonless sky.
Was that the door creaking so loudly? It must be the wind, I assure myself. But no, as I look outside I see the still form of the trees, not moving, because there is no wind. I creep toward the door, to put my ear up to it, and I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I back up, bumping myself into a table, the very one I had been imagining playing chess on. I fall, and the table shatters underneath all twelve years of weight I carry.
The footsteps suddenly freeze, and I hear a faint 'Lumos' being muttered. The shack is so silent with no wind; my crash must have seemed like an earthquake. But unfortunately it had not scared off the intruders.
Quickly I scramble up from the remains of the table, taking a piece of the leg with me. I just might need it. I creep over toward the door, and stand to the left of it, eyes on the crack and hands clenched around the wood, which is raised up to my shoulders like a baseball bat.
The footsteps draw nearer, and stop at the door. A hand reaches out to swing it quietly open, and I raise the wood high above my head.
Before a split second had passed, the moon came out from its shadow, as I came out from mine. My body went rigid, and the wood and I both toppled to the floor. Before I lost control of my body, I heard one word: "Remus?" And I muttered one: "Run."
A/N: I think this is a very spooky fic indeed, and I can't believe that I wrote it! Oh well though, you can guess whom this is about. And you can also probably guess who found Remus. (Thanks for guessing, but I'm not gonna tell you who it is! This clue should help: I had to change Remus's age from fourteen to twelve because that is when the incident occurred! And if you read Loony Loopy Lupin's review (thanks so much!) you'll most probably find out who found him if you don't already know, oh, P.S. It's not Snape!) [This is a re-post] ; )