Author's note: I know it's been a LONG time since I've updated anything, but I've had exam after exam (14 to be precise) but now that I am finished I will devote the rest of my time to my fan fiction! I will start off by saying ... OH MY GOD! Wasn't Prisoner of Azkaban just the best film of the lot?! I know that they left out a couple of bits and cut scenes short, but we should look at what was in there not what wasn't! And what was in there was really good!
I also have to ask, is there anyone else out there that thinks that David Thewlis (Lupin) was looking mighty fine in this film?! No ... well then just me then ;)
Disclaimer: This story is basically my perspective of the Marauders time at Hogwarts! We see Sirius, Remus, James and Peter grow (well some of them, mainly Remus) through their time at Hogwarts. Also, we will get our first glimpse of the Marauders when they leave school, and the night of Lily and James' deaths.
I do hope you enjoy! Also, remember to review after you have read, 'cos I like getting your thoughts! It helps my ego ( Anyhoo; I'll begin now as I can think of nothing more to say!
Chapter1: The Beast within
Now, we all say that it's what's inside you that makes you special. That you could be the most repulsive individual on the outside, but underneath, beats the heart of the most beautiful person in the world. However, there are cases in which this is not true. In some cases, you can find that the person on the surface is one of companionship, loyalty and love. But hidden deep below this exterior, is a monster. A monster that would kill their own best friend if they got in the way, but what if they had no choice? What if the beast within was forced to surface? They would be forced into exile. To be shunned from society and branded a cold-blooded killer. This is where we begin.
"Yes Mother!" Replied the small boy vaguely, not really paying attention.
"I mean it!" She yelled in vain after her son. Then smiling to herself, entered the small cottage and closing the door gently behind her.
The small boy ran as fast as his legs could carry him towards the thick outline of the forest. His light brown hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his large amber eyes dazzled in the fading sunlight. This boys name was Remus Lupin. He had always found the forest at the end of his garden fascinating, and would venture into its labyrinth at every chance he had. But tonight would be different. Tonight would be his last adventure into the woods. This time he would come out barely alive.
Glittering Fairies danced dreamily in the sunset, illuminating the trees, making them look like they were dancing themselves. Remus streaked past them, and into the depths of the trees. He laughed to himself as he dodged on coming obstacles, and skidded to a halt when he reached a small fast- flowing river. He past the time by sitting at the waters edge, watching his reflection smile back at him, and every so often a fish would poke its curious head to the surface and what was going on. As the shadows began to fade away, and were replaced with darkness, Remus pulled himself reluctantly to his feet and persuaded them to make their way home. But after a little while, it became clear that he didn't know where they were carrying him to. He stopped for a moment to gain his bearings, and to listen.
Crack!
Remus whipped round to where to sound had come from. But all he could see was the gloom. Moonlight filtered through the trees, and made Remus become uneasy. He quickened his pace, though still not sure where he was going. He should have made his way home hours ago, at least then he could see the path. Ahead something moved. A pair of murderous yellow eyes, suspended in mid air it seemed, appeared from the black. Remus' heart stopped and his legs froze. The beast walked into the path of a stream of moonlight. Remus gave a cry of alarm, for what he saw, would be his doom. A terrible growl came from the beast and it reared up on its hind legs. Hair covered every inch of its body, and its large white teeth dripped with saliva. At the end of its curled fingers (if you could call them fingers, as they resembled more like claws) were inch long claws. Remus stood stock still, not daring to move. Perhaps if I keep still it won't see me, he thought. But it was too late. The beast had smelt his prey, and inched closer towards Remus. The Wolf-like creature made a swipe at Remus with its claws, but Remus duck under its outstretched arms and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. The beast would not give up that easily, and pelted after him, determined to let him out of his sight.
Not looking where he was going, Remus caught his ankle on an extended tree root and crashed to the ground. He scrambled to get up, but it was too late. He felt the skin on his back tear as the Werewolf aimed true with his claws once more. Crying out in agony, Remus fell to the floor. As he lay panting on the floor, he heard the beast's footsteps getting closer, until he could feel its hot breath on his cheeks. It turned him on his back and held him down with its foot. What Remus felt next would change his life forever. Its teeth deeply into Remus' right shoulder. He let out a piercing scream, which rang through the woods. It withdrew its teeth, and looked ready for another attack when a loud bang made it jump and run away. Remus could just make out a tall man hold a silver pistol to where to Beast was heading. The shot fired from that weapon was the last thing to boy heard that night.
"Did you get it?" Asked a frantic looking woman, sitting vigilant next to her son's bedside.
"Yes," replied a stern looking man, giving to impression that he had little sleep the previous night, "Priggs has just found the body. Looks like a young one."
The woman gave a cry of despair and flung herself upon the man, who clutched her tightly. Her tears dripped slowly onto his cloak, and her sobs did not cease for the next minute. And it wasn't until she heard a groan from the occupied bed behind her did she stop and flew to her son.
"Remus?" She muttered desperately.
Remus could hear his mother talking to him, but she made no sense whatsoever. He didn't have a clue where he was, how he'd got there, or what had happened the previous night. All he did know was that he was in a considerable amount of agony, as though he had fallen from a great height. Remus' eye snapped open, and it was only then that he realised that he was in his bedroom. That his parents were standing by his side.
"Mum?" he croaked uncertainly.
"Oh thank Merlin!" She cried out at his response.
Remus' eyes focused on his mother, and he began to sit up. But his mum pushed him down again.
"You must rest Remus." She said soothingly.
"What happened?" He asked defiantly, sitting back up again.
His mother looked worried, and she turned to her husband for support. But he merely stared at his son, not making at attempt to comfort him or, even it seemed, give any sign that he knew who he was anymore. Remus' hear began to beat faster. He seemed to know the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her.
"What attacked me?" He persisted.
"A Werewolf." Answered his father shortly.
Remus felt his heart skip a beat, and he felt a twinge in his right shoulder. When looked at it, he felt himself gag. Large red teeth marks were slashed across him. They dug deep, and still seemed fresh. He reached out and stroked his wound. But this only made him feel worse. He felt tears well up in his eyes.
"Now this doesn't mean we don't still love you," insisted his mother, "you'll always be our son. No matter what."
"What's different?" He asked, not hiding his fear.
"I have told you about Werewolves Remus." Said his father, not looking at his sons whilst answering him. "When a Werewolf bites a person. Its curse becomes theirs. Every month from now until you die, you will become ... " But he couldn't finish his sentence. Instead he swept from the room and down the stairs. His mother reached out and stroked his forehead.
"Everything will be fine darling, now take this." She said handing Remus a cup of magenta solution. "It's a potion for dreamless sleep. It'll help."
Remus took the cup thankfully. He drank from it deeply and no sooner had his head hit the pillow, he sank into blackness.Author's note: Oooh, I hope that kept you in suspense! I want some nice reviews, 'cos the nasty ones make me cry and I won't write anymore :o( Hehe.