I know I should probably be finishing off the stories I have already
started but the plot bunnies injected their lethal venom into my brain and
it was write or die! I love Remus but I need to torture my characters so
don't get mad at me, kay? He goes through alot of suffering in this
FanFiction...
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Remus Lupin sat slumped against an abandoned tractor. The barn he had used for his transformations was dark and gloomy in the oncoming midnight. He had forgotten his Wolfsbane Potion and so had to transform normally tonight. The barn was sealed magically against anyone coming in, or out, until the night was over.
He lifted his arm, checking the time on his watch... twenty after ten. Only ten more minutes until his change.
Remus stood, wearily. The moon was full and although he had not yet changed it sickened him. He made his way to a small trunk, standing in the corner. It was not locked and he opened it with ease.
Stripping himself of his clothing, he shivered in the cool spring air. He shook himself and then folded each garment carefully before setting them into the trunk. His watch and newly acquired earring were also removed and placed into an envelope near the side.
He then pulled out the long, un-dyed cotton robe he used for transformations. It would change with him when he became a werewolf and appear on his body as he changed back. He slipped it on and tossed his wand into the trunk before locking the chest and shoving it deeper into the corner of the barn. He did not worry about destroying it during his change. It was spelled against harm.
Remus sagged back over to the tractor to await his transformation, his back set against the metal and feet rested on a bale of hay. Finally allowing himself to close his eyes and await the pain of his transformation.
As he went into his dreamlike state, his mind strayed and he somehow found himself remembering the night he had been first bitten...
:: Five year old Remus played happily in the sandbox as two glowing parents looked on. They glanced at each other, exchanging smiles. Their son was perfect, smart, handsome and an awesome flyer. They traded a short kiss before turning to sit on a bench a short way away. But their happiness was to be short lived...
As night fell and dark swept the land, Remus, finally out from under his parent's watchful eyes, slipped into the trees bordering the park. He wanted an adventure, something he was never able to find, and this seemed the perfect time to have one. He did not notice the moon hanging full over the trees and probably if he did, he never would have connected it to a werewolf.
When his parents realized he was gone they went in to a frenzied rage, calling the Minister for Magic himself and sending a search party into the woods.
But it was too late.
A terrified scream echoed over the city, the scream of a child, closely followed by a deafening howl. A howl instantly distinguished by every wizard as a werewolf... ::
Remus gasped, startled out of his reminiscence, as the first spasm of pain lit through his body. A second came soon after, and then a third, as he slowly began the change into the creature locked inside of him for so long.
His body doubled over with pain and his mind slowly, and peacefully, went blank...
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Several hours later Remus Lupin was once again the dashing human he had always been. His mind suddenly recovered as the change wore off and he fell, sprawled, onto the floor. Somehow he dragged his body off the ground and, instead of bothering to change back into his regular clothing, stumbled panting upstairs into the hayloft.
He hauled himself moodily onto the floor of hay, gazing at the stars through the one small window. He sighed and slowly pulled his knees up to his chest before closing his eyes.
Every full moon after his transformation he made a wish. They never came true and probably never would. Usually it was for something large that could benefit the entire wizarding world, but tonight his wish was for himself.
His eyes shut tight and knees drawn up ever closer into his chest, Remus spoke:
"I wish I had never wandered away that night."
And as he spoke those fatal words, the planets aligned. The stars glowed red and he was whirled away in a cloud of fire.
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Yes, I realize this was really short but it's just the Prolouge. Next chapter will be 2500 words at least. Review if you have the time or motivation. Happy Writing!
MysticWood
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Remus Lupin sat slumped against an abandoned tractor. The barn he had used for his transformations was dark and gloomy in the oncoming midnight. He had forgotten his Wolfsbane Potion and so had to transform normally tonight. The barn was sealed magically against anyone coming in, or out, until the night was over.
He lifted his arm, checking the time on his watch... twenty after ten. Only ten more minutes until his change.
Remus stood, wearily. The moon was full and although he had not yet changed it sickened him. He made his way to a small trunk, standing in the corner. It was not locked and he opened it with ease.
Stripping himself of his clothing, he shivered in the cool spring air. He shook himself and then folded each garment carefully before setting them into the trunk. His watch and newly acquired earring were also removed and placed into an envelope near the side.
He then pulled out the long, un-dyed cotton robe he used for transformations. It would change with him when he became a werewolf and appear on his body as he changed back. He slipped it on and tossed his wand into the trunk before locking the chest and shoving it deeper into the corner of the barn. He did not worry about destroying it during his change. It was spelled against harm.
Remus sagged back over to the tractor to await his transformation, his back set against the metal and feet rested on a bale of hay. Finally allowing himself to close his eyes and await the pain of his transformation.
As he went into his dreamlike state, his mind strayed and he somehow found himself remembering the night he had been first bitten...
:: Five year old Remus played happily in the sandbox as two glowing parents looked on. They glanced at each other, exchanging smiles. Their son was perfect, smart, handsome and an awesome flyer. They traded a short kiss before turning to sit on a bench a short way away. But their happiness was to be short lived...
As night fell and dark swept the land, Remus, finally out from under his parent's watchful eyes, slipped into the trees bordering the park. He wanted an adventure, something he was never able to find, and this seemed the perfect time to have one. He did not notice the moon hanging full over the trees and probably if he did, he never would have connected it to a werewolf.
When his parents realized he was gone they went in to a frenzied rage, calling the Minister for Magic himself and sending a search party into the woods.
But it was too late.
A terrified scream echoed over the city, the scream of a child, closely followed by a deafening howl. A howl instantly distinguished by every wizard as a werewolf... ::
Remus gasped, startled out of his reminiscence, as the first spasm of pain lit through his body. A second came soon after, and then a third, as he slowly began the change into the creature locked inside of him for so long.
His body doubled over with pain and his mind slowly, and peacefully, went blank...
~
Several hours later Remus Lupin was once again the dashing human he had always been. His mind suddenly recovered as the change wore off and he fell, sprawled, onto the floor. Somehow he dragged his body off the ground and, instead of bothering to change back into his regular clothing, stumbled panting upstairs into the hayloft.
He hauled himself moodily onto the floor of hay, gazing at the stars through the one small window. He sighed and slowly pulled his knees up to his chest before closing his eyes.
Every full moon after his transformation he made a wish. They never came true and probably never would. Usually it was for something large that could benefit the entire wizarding world, but tonight his wish was for himself.
His eyes shut tight and knees drawn up ever closer into his chest, Remus spoke:
"I wish I had never wandered away that night."
And as he spoke those fatal words, the planets aligned. The stars glowed red and he was whirled away in a cloud of fire.
~
Yes, I realize this was really short but it's just the Prolouge. Next chapter will be 2500 words at least. Review if you have the time or motivation. Happy Writing!
MysticWood