Well...ho hum...my first attempt at a Harry Potter story. I must say I have never been particularly enthused by the series, if I can find something else to read I will, although it is good, especially the first three books and the last two. I do however, have a soft spot for the Marauders, especially Remus Lupin and Sirius Black and thought I'd give it a go.
Reviews are greatly appreciated, how else will I improve?
I am Remus Lupin.
His whole body ached, a deep unscratchable itch within his very bones, distracting him, making him irritable and tired. He had little appetite, but knew he ought to eat, if only to keep a sense of normality. Somehow, the tension of the few hours before the transformation was almost as bad as the transformation itself.
I am Remus Lupin
He couldn't stop shaking; no matter how hard he gripped his arms or how tightly he curled into a ball. He couldn't bear to look out of the window, the light from the moon hurt his eyes, half way between wolf and human, and its round face seemed to taunt him, displaying the power it held over his body. A loud groan escaped his lips as he felt his teeth and fingernails lengthening into fangs and deadly claws.
I am Remus…
He fell onto all fours as his spine changed, lengthening and curving, forcing him to arch his back painfully. Powerless, all he could do was pant, little whimpers of pain escaping clenched jaws as his face changed shape, his claws scoring deep marks into the floor. His clothes ripped as his proportions changed, his body becoming bulkier, thick grey fur sprouting all over.
I am…
He couldn't think anymore. His senses were overwhelmed by their new sensitivity, taking in every sound, every smell, eyes five times sharper than human eyes picking out every detail in the half light. The moon no longer mocked him; it called him, inviting him to howl at it, to call others of his kind to him. He tried to speak, to scream and cry, but only a guttural growl came.
I…
He wanted to run, to howl, to hunt. He could smell humans nearby, so close, yet he was caged in, unable to escape. Desperately he clung to what was left of his humanity as it slipped from his grasp; this part was always the worst, past the pain. The final realisation that he was losing himself as the lost the ability to feel anything but the instincts of the wolf and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.
When they heard the mournful cry of the werewolf echoing through the night air people nearby shivered and hurried indoors, it was a cry of hunger and anger and longing which held nothing but the desire for freedom and blood. The wolf reared tall, nothing about it indicating that it had been anything but a monster.
Review? Please? *Looks sweet*