Thanks for the Memories
I, of course, don't own any of this! Shame really. :(
Prologue
The-Boy-That-Lived was running for his life. It had been stupid, really stupid to go out during the full moon. It was the night after his sixteenth birthday and he'd been depressed. Depressed about Sirius, depressed about being holed up in the hell that was Number 4 Privet Drive, so he'd just decided to go to the park to clear his head. The next thing he knew was that he was staring into the amber eyes of a massive grey wolf, it had growled and Harry had known that it was a werewolf and it wasn't Moony.
So now he was running, his legs hurting and his lungs on fire. He didn't want to look behind him, for fear of what he'd see. Suddenly his foot caught on a root, and he fell. Instincts he'd developed from years of Quidditch, made him roll to his right, just as the werewolf landed where he'd been moments before. Harry now on his back scrambled backwards, wide eyed, as the turned. Dully Harry realised he was going to die, there was no way he'd get away. The wolf leapt forward and swiped at his face. He screamed as the claws ripped though the flesh on left side of his face, his glasses being the only thing that saved his eyes. He squinted up, his sight obscured by blood and saw the werewolf preparing to strike. He threw up his arms in a vein attempt to defend himself. Only to scream again as a new wave of pain hit, as the wolf's jaws lock over his right forearm.
"Avada Kedavra!" Someone yelled and suddenly the werewolf was gone. The Order's come, Harry thought. Wait, no, a member of the Order wouldn't have used the killing curse. Some laughed.
"Stupid werewolf!" A male voice said. "The Dark Lord did not want him harmed." Dark Lord? Oh shit! Deatheaters! New pain started to rage though Harry, radiating from his arm.
"That's the last time he'll ignore orders." Someone else said. Harry heard a roaring in his ears and everything faded as he passed out.
Harry opened his eyes, his head hurt, everything hurt, but his wounds didn't hurt as much as remembered, how long had he been out. He groaned, not long enough, he thought thought the pain. People were talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. After what seemed like an eternity, his head cleared and everything started to make sense. He was laying on a cold stone floor, he could see a stone wall not to far away, with what could be a door. He couldn't tell, it was so blurry without his glasses.
"Is everything setup?" Someone asked, and Harry jerked alittle at the suddenness of it.
"Yes, it is ready." Harry used his left uninjured arm to lever himself into a sitting position.
"Ahh, he is awake." Harry froze, he knew that voice, it was Lucius Malfoy. Harry turned towards the voice, he couldn't see him very well. He went to reply but was cut short by a wave of pain from his injured face.
"Nothing to say Potter?" Lucius asked. Harry glared at him and surprisingly his voice slowly started to clear until he could see him perfectly, along with Peter Pettigrew and someone Harry didn't know. "Fascinating," Lucius drawled. "I never guessed the transition would be so fast." Transition? Harry looked down at his arm. There was a nasty looking bite just above the wrist. He'd been bitten, bitten by a werewolf. He was a... There was laughter.
"So the great Harry Potter is finally the animal he deserves to be." Wormtail said. Harry looked up and glared at him, as he couldn't speak at the moment.
"Enough." Lucius said and Wormtail cringed. "Let's get this over with, The Dark Lord doesn't want to be left waiting." Lucius said smirking, raising his wand. Harry's eyes widened, it can't end this way! It just can't! "Obliviate!" Lucius said, and Harry just had time to think What the hell? Before the spell hit him and everything went dark.
I know it was short! But it's only the prologue. so bare with me.
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