I am Raith Demorre at least I think I am.
I am now a werewolf due to unseen circumstance but that comes later,
A
tortured slave and victim of a cruel and indecent being, if you could
call him that.
This is my first real attempt at a diary, my
psychiatrist thinks it would be a good way of releasing my pain and
anguish, I thought it nonsense but as I stop and think, it makes
sense to me why not use this chance it may help me come to terms with
my ordeal.
So this is story from the first to last day.
June
2nd
2001
I
woke up this morning to the sound of my mother screaming.
I jumped
from my bed, the bandage on my wrist nearly slipped as I dashed down
the hall to the bathroom where her screams originated from.
I
turned the corner and she was on her knee's holding a bloody razor
blade in one hand and a blood stained towel in the other.
I
guess in the state of euphoric blood loss last night I forgot to
clean up after my self.
At the perfect school of Hogwarts,
werewolves are treated with less than little respect making my life a
living hell with tirades of abuse being thrown at me by students last
term I was cornered in the bath room and was beaten by a Slytherin in
the year above me.
When
my mother looked up and saw my wrist bandaged, and looked at the
razor in her hand fresh tears welled in her eyes as she rushed over
to me and pulled me into a tight embrace "what's happening to
you Raith this isn't you, this isn't you at all" she cried I
was disgusted by this, I push her of and made for my room, I throw
some things in my rucksack and make for the door.
I was sick of
that place.
So
I left and made my way into the forest surrounding the local area.
This would provide me shelter enough to hide away.
I walked,
feeling the winds cruel bite on my face. Shuddering I pulled my coat
closer around me.
It was difficult pushing through the dense
woodland; I was spooked by noises all around me.
"Lost boy?"
I heard a voice from what seemed to be behind me and span around to
confront the owner of the voice but found nothing.
It was nothing
but my own paranoia playing tricks on my all ready scared mind.
As
I turn a large bulk of a man jumped clear into my path.
"Lost
boy?"
His voice sounded like footsteps on dry leaves
and I tried not to wretch from his foul breath. He was breathing on
me, my 5'7" form miniscule in comparison. He towered at least
a foot taller than me, his great mass and my fear made it feel like
his body filled the path.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
I yelled at the stranger.
This beast of a man began to laugh his
voice went straight through Raith like a knife.
"I am Fenrir
Greyback and you are in for a lifetime of misery"
He mocked
me standing in my way anytime I moved he moved to counter his immense
size stopping me always through gritted teethe I pulled my
want,
"EXPERIARMUS"
I
screamed but cursed myself. He wasn't holding a wand, why would he,
a man of his stature wouldn't need to, but I did remember hearing
that the force of the spell could knock a man back.
But they were
talking of normal men.
He
laughed and I couldn't believe it. This Behemoth of a man just
stood and joked as my spell hit him, at this moment I decided to
abandon the concept of magic and attempted to run, it was futile, as
I didn't even get a little bit away before I felt his great claw
grab me by the collar of my shirt,
My eyes widened as I soared
through the air, he had hurled me like a rag doll, painfully I hit
the tree the breath knocked out of me. I gasped feeling blood rise up
into my mouth, threatening to choke me, I spat out the crimson liquid
and stared up an my attacker as he ran forward and planted his large
foot directly on my face. It is a sickening sensation hearing your
own bones break and snap I looked at him again and spat blood on
him.
He laughed at me again.
"That's rude lost boy"
he sneered in his raspy voice "ill have to teach you a lesson"
the last thing I remember was that huge fist flying at my head.
I
fell unconscious and my hold on the world slips away like the ebbing
tide.So
that's my first meeting with Greyback ill tell you more next time I
hope you read again farewell diary until we talk again farewell.
R.D