Authors Note: So...... second story. I know I haven't put anything up in forever. Sorry about that, sorry I haven't updated "Those Stupid Marauders". But hopefully I will soon. This story came to me while I was have asleep, I jumped up and wrote it down. It begged to be posted....so here it is. So I have no idea where it is going. Suggetions are greatly apreciated. I'm debating on whether to start from the begening and work up to this point in the story, or to start from here and let you slowly figure out what happend before this. Opinions are welcome. As I said in the summery, no idea what the plot is, or what's going to happen after/before this. So pleeaassee read it, critique, praise (if I deserve it), or help me in any way to continue this story! Thanks to anyone who reads my story!
Disclaimer: Obviously I am not J. K. Rowling because A. I wouldn't be writing this, I would have much better things to do. B. It wouldn't be this mediocere, and I would have a plot.
I felt searing pain as I transformed back into my human form. It wasn't the pain of the transformation itself, it was the gashes that marked my body stretching and widening as my body grew.
But all my self pity vanished when I looked down to see Remus trembling on the forest floor. Gashes, and scratches oozing blood covered his body. Feelings of worry and concern washed over me. But I felt guilt most.
I looked at his injuries and realized with horror that I had caused most of them. I looked down, and almost fainted at what I saw. My hands and feet were drenched in blood. There was tiny fragments of flesh and blood under my nails. I realized that it was his blood, his flesh. I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to help him, to redeem myself.
I rushed over to where Sirius was grabbing his feet, while James lifted his head and shoulders. They were getting ready to take him to the castle, to get him help. I tried to help carry him, but Sirius told me not to. He told me my appearance would raise questions that we didn't need right now. I knew he was right, but I still wanted to help. James told me to head up to the dorm, to clean up. I tried to protest, but I knew it was useless.
I waited until they had carried Remus inside before I hurried up to the dorm. I quickly took a shower, and tried to clean up my cuts. I knew it would be easier to use magic, but I wasn't so good at healing spells and didn't want to risk it. After I was clean, and taken care of, I immediately went to bed.
But I didn't sleep. I couldn't, I couldn't shake the images of Remus as a werewolf leaning over me teeth bared. I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I was going to die. Then, I would think of Remus lying there naked and bleeding. I couldn't help but feel responsible.
Maybe that's because I was.....