The wolf howled bitterly at the moon, somber and fearful. In Hogsmead
villagers stopped for a moment, whispered, and continued. The Shrieking
Shacks ghosts were up to its tricks.
Inside, the wolf moaned. Several bloody gashes went down his muzzle and he was whimpering.
His shackles rose as he sensed another person.
Person? The small human part of his mind yelled. 'You are a PERSON, REMUS! PERSON! Not a WOLF!' James Sirius Peter Lily Rosie Snape Professor Dumbledore. Names ran through his head and he cut his face again, trying to silence his human mind.
'The OWLS! Remember? Earlier!'
The person made their way down the hall fearlessly. His wolf mind took over and he bounded to the door, sliding through it and running down the stairs. Blood.blood! His predator mind went into over-drive and he howled again, a hunters howl.
Not the StagHuman. No, yes, the StagHuman and another. JAMES and another. Blood.he growled and ran into the tunnel.
A black haired boy stared in horror as the wolf cornered it.
He bared his teeth, ready to make the cut-
"REMUS! NO!"
He halted. StagHuman aimed the wand and Stupiefied the stranger. The wolf pleaded and whined, only to turn around after clawing at James a bit.
In a few minutes, the wolf, stiff with fear, regained part of his human mind.
No.
He hadn't.
NO!
With a sob trickling down his furry cheek, Remus Lupin curled up in his wolf form in the corner.
Remember the OWLS, he thought bitterly.
Yes, he remembered.
'Write five distinguishin triats of a werewolf.'
He's wearing my clothes.
He's sitting in my chair.
His name is Remus Lupin.
With an anguished howl, the wolf cried so loud and sadly that the villagers wondered what had happened.
Inside, the wolf moaned. Several bloody gashes went down his muzzle and he was whimpering.
His shackles rose as he sensed another person.
Person? The small human part of his mind yelled. 'You are a PERSON, REMUS! PERSON! Not a WOLF!' James Sirius Peter Lily Rosie Snape Professor Dumbledore. Names ran through his head and he cut his face again, trying to silence his human mind.
'The OWLS! Remember? Earlier!'
The person made their way down the hall fearlessly. His wolf mind took over and he bounded to the door, sliding through it and running down the stairs. Blood.blood! His predator mind went into over-drive and he howled again, a hunters howl.
Not the StagHuman. No, yes, the StagHuman and another. JAMES and another. Blood.he growled and ran into the tunnel.
A black haired boy stared in horror as the wolf cornered it.
He bared his teeth, ready to make the cut-
"REMUS! NO!"
He halted. StagHuman aimed the wand and Stupiefied the stranger. The wolf pleaded and whined, only to turn around after clawing at James a bit.
In a few minutes, the wolf, stiff with fear, regained part of his human mind.
No.
He hadn't.
NO!
With a sob trickling down his furry cheek, Remus Lupin curled up in his wolf form in the corner.
Remember the OWLS, he thought bitterly.
Yes, he remembered.
'Write five distinguishin triats of a werewolf.'
He's wearing my clothes.
He's sitting in my chair.
His name is Remus Lupin.
With an anguished howl, the wolf cried so loud and sadly that the villagers wondered what had happened.