When the moon is out like this, big and fully white, I leave.
Not forever, or outside the grounds, but just to... get away. For everyone's own good, of course.
Walking down to the Whomping Willow was not easy at first, I remember. The sky was dark, complete with its lovely stars.
Oh, how I wish that sky was beautiful once again.
But now, it's easier. Maybe because I told my friends, and now there's nothing to hide. They help me get through these nights, even when it means risking their lives in several different ways.
The routine is easy.
The rat runs under the tree, and touches the large knot.
I go down first.
Then the dog, the stag, and the rat follow.
This may seem easy, but trust me — it's not.
The pain is hard to stand. Hard, not impossible...
But close.
Pain, for me, happens in different ways...
The full moon. It's here.
The familiar sound of howling comes from my mouth, though it's a mystery how any human could achieve such a horrid noise.
Fire burns my spine, shooting up my back in all directions.
Something soft, yet uncomfortable covers my skin.
My vision goes fuzzy, my mind goes black.
Pain, is when there's a burning fire all over your body.
Pain, is the thing you feel when you have nowhere else to go.
Pain, is what traps all emotions inside and brings out the worst.
Pain, is when only the moon stands between you and your true love.
Pain, is what makes you weak.
But it can also make you stronger.