AN: Well, here I am, writing 1 chapter angsty things when I should be
writing my multi-chaptered fic! Blast you plot bunnies! Well, not much to
say except for always remember the three "R"s: REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!
(actually it could be as many "R"s as I feel like making it, but today I
just like the number three). So now, without any further ado, my story!
Thank-you to my beta reader Sarah Marie! Read her stories!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did, but I don't. So there. :- p ~*~
Normally I'll try to steam the flow of childhood memories that pass through my mind with each passing day, but not today. Today I haven't the strength. Yesterday was the third full moon since Halloween. The third full moon without them. Although I've transformed in the same place for years, ever since school got out, it just hasn't felt the same as it used to. With each day, it seems the pain only gets more intense, and I know there is nothing I can do to stop it.
The shed is strangely large and empty without the bodies of my beloved friends, the rat and the stag. But does my memory deceive me? Was there not one more body among the other two?
Oh yes. I remember now. It was the dog. The vicious, bloodthirsty dog that took the lives of my friends.
It's funny, isn't it? The fact that I use words to describe someone who was once one of my best friends, and yet they are the same words I have grown up with people using on me.
I know I am a monster. Every day I feel its monstrous pull on my body. Although I may be a monster, I will never hurt anyone. EVER. Not if I can help it. I will die before I pass on the curse, because I know that I would not be able to live with the knowledge that I passed on what was once passed on to me.
I feel so cold. The pool of blood that surrounds my body and flows so freely from my wounds chills my already cold body. I know I must do something to make it stop, I know that I can't go on like this forever, yet it just feels so right. To feel the pain from the open wounds is enough to convince me that I can still feel pain.
It helps to know that physical pain can sometimes overtake mental pain. It helps to know that perhaps nature will kill me before I get the chance to kill myself.
But I have lost once again as I pick myself up off the floor, and force my scratched, bitten, and bleeding legs to sustain my weight. I will dress the outside wounds as I wait for the next full moon to come. Perhaps then it will release me of my inner wounds.
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AN: I think I said it all up there pretty much, except for this: ALWAYS REMEMBER THE THREE "R"s!!!! Oh, did I say that already? Well review anyway! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did, but I don't. So there. :- p ~*~
Normally I'll try to steam the flow of childhood memories that pass through my mind with each passing day, but not today. Today I haven't the strength. Yesterday was the third full moon since Halloween. The third full moon without them. Although I've transformed in the same place for years, ever since school got out, it just hasn't felt the same as it used to. With each day, it seems the pain only gets more intense, and I know there is nothing I can do to stop it.
The shed is strangely large and empty without the bodies of my beloved friends, the rat and the stag. But does my memory deceive me? Was there not one more body among the other two?
Oh yes. I remember now. It was the dog. The vicious, bloodthirsty dog that took the lives of my friends.
It's funny, isn't it? The fact that I use words to describe someone who was once one of my best friends, and yet they are the same words I have grown up with people using on me.
I know I am a monster. Every day I feel its monstrous pull on my body. Although I may be a monster, I will never hurt anyone. EVER. Not if I can help it. I will die before I pass on the curse, because I know that I would not be able to live with the knowledge that I passed on what was once passed on to me.
I feel so cold. The pool of blood that surrounds my body and flows so freely from my wounds chills my already cold body. I know I must do something to make it stop, I know that I can't go on like this forever, yet it just feels so right. To feel the pain from the open wounds is enough to convince me that I can still feel pain.
It helps to know that physical pain can sometimes overtake mental pain. It helps to know that perhaps nature will kill me before I get the chance to kill myself.
But I have lost once again as I pick myself up off the floor, and force my scratched, bitten, and bleeding legs to sustain my weight. I will dress the outside wounds as I wait for the next full moon to come. Perhaps then it will release me of my inner wounds.
~*~
AN: I think I said it all up there pretty much, except for this: ALWAYS REMEMBER THE THREE "R"s!!!! Oh, did I say that already? Well review anyway! ^_^