Just a one shot I thought of while I was reading some Remus torture fic's, my favorite Fiction!
Anyway this about werewolf's Fear. Silver! Remus POV. What I figure will happen in the 7th book.
Edit: I' m reposting this, I edited it, so maybe its a bit better.
2nd edit: I am again reposting this, a few spell checks.
Silver.
To people, real people, it's harmless, just jewelry.
But to me, an abomination of the world, its pain, it's mind gnawing pain, that burns and tortures my very soul.
I being Remus J. Lupin, werewolf, and scared of silver. Its laughable, no?
To a normal person, this is an irrational fear, like a fear of doorknobs or air conditioning.
But to me, a creature of the dark, it's a fear so rational, that every werewolf is a afraid of it. Its a fear that tears and burns.
I wish I could say I've never had to face the evils of silver, but alas, I've had to, many times, courtesy of Dolores Umbridge, Hater of Half Breeds, including myself. As of now I face probable death.
She's now trying to get a law passed that always the use of silver on a werewolf, if you feel threatened.
I got the brunt of the amendment when her followers captured me and tossed me in a pool of liquid silver, spelling death for werewolf's, myself included. I let out a harsh laugh. I cannot escape it,
Even as I try, my life flashes before my eyes, when I became a werewolf, when I met James and Sirius, when James and Lily died, when I taught at Hogwarts, when Sirius died, when Tonks declared her love for me, and now, as I drown in my ultimate enemy, silver. I realize, being a werewolf wasn't so bad, even if it ends in this sort of agony.
It has it ups and downs, but as I pass and see the light at the end of the tunnel, I decide, If being dead will let me be with my old friends, then...
Death isn't so bad, and neither is silver.
Its Dark and twisted, but...so is my mind, What do you expect?
RR!