This is my first fic, so be nice. It's just a one off, probably won't be very good, I am only twelve after all, but I am going to write a longer story some other time. These short stories will pop up every now and then when I need to take a break. They are only one off's because otherwise I'll get distracted from my real story, which I haven't even started yet! I just have the idea, is all.
Summary: Remus reflects on being a werewolf.
The Full Moon
I stand alone upon moonshadowed moores, gazing up at the sky. I feel pain twisting in my heart, because the moon is almost full. I have always felt an affinity for the full moon, it used to be my favorite time of the month. I would beg my parents to allow me stay up late and watch it sail across the star dotted skies.
Now I fear it, fear it with all my being. Now that moon, which used to radiate calm and light through the darkness has become a symbol of pain and I know that it will never symbolize the safety it once did.
*FLASHBACK*
A six year old boy with a gentle brown eyes and an open smile slipped from the darkened house with the skill of practice. Oh how I wish I could back and warn the child, my younger self, not to go wandering on the full moon night, to for once listen to the parents who, while definitely boring, knew what was safe and what was not.
The boy ran forward across the uneven ground, heading for the giant lake where the moon was reflected in all it's brilliant detail. He sits down on the lakeside and stares up at the moon, occasionally dropping his gaze to the reflection in the water.
It was some time before he realizes that he is not alone, and by then it was too late. He just caught sight of the wolf in the water before it's teeth sunk into his arm …
*END FLASHBACK*
I shake my head to clear it of such rememberances, I can remember the looks of fear and horror on my parents faces – fear of me, their son. I have never been so ashamed since, for all I am shunned for what I am.
I am in Hogwarts now, and remember the days when, with my friends, I would race around the moonlit grounds of the castle, or sneak into Hogsmeade, the village, although I was forbidden to do so.
*FLASHBACK*
I felt pain tearing at my very being, and scream out, feeling as I did so, my face lengthening into a snout. I could feel my hands bunching into giant paws with deadly claws, feel my body lengthening, becoming the lethal body of a preditor.
I howled, now fully wolf, and almost instantly I was joined by a giant black dog and large silver stag. I scarcely noticed the rat that stood between the dogs paws.
For a moment I snarled, thinking of attacking them, but the stag looked into my eyes, and for the first time as a wolf, I felt a sense of friendship.
I did not attack, but the four of us roamed the school grounds happily.
*END FB*
I remember those days, my friends made being a werewolf seem like fun and that I was special, not to be shunned from towns and jobs, schools and people … until I nearly killed Severus Snape, for all he was a pompus git whom I hated.
And now I once more fear the coming of the full moon, fear of the pain and the long friendless nights, for all my friends are dead or gone …
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I am sorry to say that that is the end … hope you liked it and please review, this is my first story! I do, by the way, accept anonymous reviews!
*shadows*