The Wolf and the Doe
By: F_Ayodele
Chapter One – The Beast
Disclaimer – I do not own Harry Potter.
He hated it. He hated everything about it. He hated that it was apart of him, and such a big part as well. He hated the scars. He hated the fact that it ruled his life. He hated that he couldn't tell his friends everything…that he had to keep so many important secrets from them. He hated himself. He hated that he hated himself.
Remus sat looking up at the rotting form of the Shrieking Shack. He breathed in and out, deeply; in rhythm with the cold breeze. The muscles on his arms were illuminated by the developing full moon above, his jaw clenching and unclenching. His hair was being tousled by the soft wind. He was looking at the ground, watching as ants made their way around his shoe.
The waiting. The waiting was the worst part. He had been there since sunset, waiting for that painful sensation that signaled his passage from boy to beast. Part of him wanted it to never come. The other part favored that side of him; when he could forget that stupid life of his and just let go…sit in the back seat as the beast steered itself without destination, direction or purpose.
Suddenly, he threw himself on the ground, feeling his arms and legs burn as they pulled and stretched. They must have torn, and surely, his bones must have broken into clean halves. His jaw was being forcefully torn from his mouth. Hello, stranger, thought Remus.
The monster was here.
It ran into the forest almost immediately – and sniffed the bark on the trees, then slowly turned its blank, murky blue eyes to look at a spot between the trees a few feet away from where it was standing. The monster licked his lips.
Within seconds, it pounced.
The rabbit was dead instantly, but it was still painful and disgusting to watch the wolf rip its head off and suck the meat clean off of its bones. Damn, Remus hated the full moon. When the wolf was done with its meal, it desperately looked around for more, sticking its sensitive nose into the night air. It sniffed around the trees. It inhaled the scent of the dirt, making the ants scatter… Remus was disgusted that it was still hungry. The beast was tired, hungry, longing for something. Frustrated, it bit itself. Its sharp teeth sunk into its skin, drawing blood. Remus felt the pain and hysterically cried out for help that would never come, but the beast yelped and simply moved on, unscathed, unaffected. It bit itself once more, and then scampered off into the deep dark gorge that was the Forbidden Forest.
Remus Lupin hated, hated full moons.