I always wondered about that man that Remus went to talk to in St Mungo's hospital. So here's his story. WARNING: Contains HBF SPOILER (as if you haven't read it! LOL) It's just a short one.
Disclaimer: Blah blah not mine blah blah belongs to JK blah blah you get the idea.
Chapter 1
I admit I was an idiot. No one in their right mind goes out in the dark like I did like I did. I even remember feeling glad that the full moon was bright enough to light my path as I had, again stupidly, left my wand indoors. I was only intending to make a quick check on the cattle. They had been restless all day. When I reached them they were no better. I leant on the gate, watching as they shifted anxiously. The cattle business has been in my family for a few generations so I know a bit about the animals and I could see how distressed they were. I figured maybe it was a strange smell being carried in on the wind, shook my head and turned to go. And there it was.
When you see a werewolf, they say you should back off slowly. Running only makes you look more like prey. I froze dead, taking in its wild eyes and sharp fangs and started to calculate in my head how far it was back to the house. It was too far to run, the monster would have me down in a few bounds, but at the moment it was just sitting there, staring at me. All I could feel for it was hatred. In these parts werewolves are more common than in the cities, and they don't just kill people, they kill their livestock and their source of income. They are everyone's nightmare, and something you never dream could happen to you. It might have been all right, even then, if the cows hadn't caught sight of the thing. Their calls rose out of the pen as they started snorting and stamping and became panicky. One took off at a run and suddenly the whole herd was on the move, stampeding round the pen, crushing and charging. One poor beast was shoved straight into the gate. The clang was like a funeral bell to my ears. I saw the werewolf start at the noise, get up and gather itself on its haunches. Its lips twisted into a snarl, giving me another view of those terrifying fangs. And I realised it was going to come at me anyway. Somewhere in the panic, the gate was smashed open at the hinges and the cows streamed out, pounding across the yard. I was caught up in the mass, lifted right off my feet and dumped on the ground, rolling over and over to try and avoid the hooves. One caught me in the stomach and I yelled out. In the distance I could hear the answering yells as Frank and Carl came racing out of the house, wands ablaze. I tried to sit up, but then something landed heavily on my back knocking me down. I heard the werewolf snarl as it lunged at me and I threw up my arm to cover my face. It caught it in its teeth and began shaking me like a rag doll. Its clawed feet were tearing into my legs as I brought them up to try and protect my belly. I swung my other arm, trying to beat the thing off, screaming and crying out in pain, but it wouldn't go!
Then something flashed in the darkness, and the werewolf released its grip on my arm. I heard it growl menacingly, then another bolt of light sped towards it and it leapt backwards and fled into the trees. I heard Frank and Carl talking hurriedly near my head.
"Is it gone? Did you get it?"
"It's long gone. How is he?"
Someone leaned over me, but I couldn't tell who because suddenly my vision went fuzzy.
"He's breathing," they said. "I think he's passed out. Run and fetch a doctor, Frank, quick!"
I tried to open my mouth and tell him I was still awake, but then my injured arm dropped off my chest, landing on the ground with a jolt. The world exploded into multicoloured bubbles, and then went black.