This takes place in the middle of Prisoner of Azkaban, around late December. Everyone is still in school, but break will begin soon. Will be eventual slash!

This is something my sleep-deprived brain cooked up while in the midst of Chemistry class... all of which I know already... yet somehow I have a D... yeah. So, anywho, here's a goodie. My apologies about the lines. I can't get rid of them! Meh! headdesk Enjoy!

Harry sighed restlessly. Knowing that a cold-blooded killer was searching for him was not helping him sleep at all. It was late December, and Harry was pacing his dorm, staring longingly at the grounds. He nodded to himself and, after digging through his trunk, left the dorm under the Invisibility Cloak.

He crept past Filch and the Prefects with practiced ease and reveled in the feeling of being outside, even if it was nearly midnight, and snowing.

Smiling, he looked around at the grounds. Now, where did he want to go? The answer seemed obvious enough… the Forbidden Forest .

Remus Lupin realized too late that Severus had somehow messed up with the Wolfsbane Potion. And he wasn't in the Shrieking Shack tonight.

Oh, crud.

Harry picked past the thorny plants that guarded the Forest , knowing that if he touched one, it would alert the castle to a student being there. Having gotten past that obstacle, he jumped over a few fallen logs, just for the fun of it.

Having had his fun, Harry wandered around, thinking. Thinking here in the Forest was much more relaxing than pacing in his dorm.

Well, it had been, until he heard a sudden howl coming from not too far away.

Uh oh.

Harry glanced at the sky. Yeah, it was a full moon tonight.

Uh oh.

Harry began edging away from where the howl had come from, then panic overruled good sense and he fled toward the edge of the Forest .

The wolf caught the scent of a troubled teenage boy. A small part of him shouted not to do this, but the rest of the wolf didn't care. He howled, warning other wolves that the boy was his.

He crept up to the human, making sure that his paws couldn't be heard on the ground. A scrawny-looking boy with wild hair and a weird scar stood there, as if paralyzed.

Good.

Suddenly the boy started moving away. Stupid boy. Didn't he realize he was standing right where the wolf could spring?

And spring he did. He jumped and knocked the boy down as his back was partially turned away from the wolf. He smelled the boy and whimpered. He knew this boy; he just knew it!

Well, even if he did know the pup or not, he still smelled good. So, naturally, the wolf leaned down and bit him, his teeth barely breaking the flesh of the boy and seeing how tender the meat was.

Fortunately for the boy, he really tasted nasty. The wolf got up off the newly-turned werewolf and went off in search of some deer or something to get rid of his hunger.

Harry couldn't believe it. After biting him, the werewolf just left?! Was that proper protocol?

Harry pulled himself up with a small groan of pain. Fortunately, the wolf hadn't crushed any bones or anything like that, but he was still infected. Wasn't he?

Loathe as he was to admit it, Harry thought it a good time to visit Madame Pomfrey.

Whee! I FINALLY finished typing this up! It's super short, but don't worry. I have a whole bunch written out. Now, to just get it all typed... hm.

Ah well. I'll see how you respond to this first, then update. All righty? Okay!

Best,

Cat