John Watson at Hogwarts: Year 3
KimTomPW
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sherlock or Harry Potter series.
Chapter 1 In the Night
John could not fully remember what had happened that night. However, there was one thing he would never forget. The pain. He had woken up in bed, a bandage around his left arm, another on the right side if his cheek. He did not know how long he had been out for. A man wearing raggedy clothes was sitting by his bed.
"Hello there," the man said kindly.
"Who are you?" John asked.
"My name's Remus Lupin," he answered. His kind face, which John noticed had scars, turned to concern. "Can you remember what happened to you?"
John shook his head.
"I was just walking through the forest when I was attacked," he said.
"Do you remember what the attacker looked like?" Remus asked.
Again, John shook his head. Remus did not seem too surprised.
"It was too dark," John told him.
He then took notice of his wrapped up arm.
"John, how do you feel?" Remus asked.
"Fine, I guess," John answered, shrugging his shoulders. He did not like the way this man was looking at him. He felt an increase of anger. This man was not telling him anything. "What happened to me and why did my mum summon you?"
Remus sighed and his eyes sifted to the floor for a moment.
"John, the creature that attacked you last night was a werewolf," he said.
John looked at him in confusion. It did not make any sense.
"A werewolf?" John asked. "But why? It's not even a full moon."
"I don't know," Remus confessed.
John could tell that this bothered Remus.
"So, I'm going to turn into one?" he asked.
"I've never heard of anything like this happening before. I'm not sure how exactly you'll be effected," Remus said.
"So, you're a Healer, then?" John asked. "You work with my mum at St. Mungo's."
"Not exactly," Remus said.
And then John realized that if any found out about this, it would have to be reported. He would even probably have to be registered. Then Remus rolled up his sleeve and revealed a bite mark on his arm. John straightened up, his eyes widening in terror. The scars on his face made complete sense now to him.
"You're…" John began to say, but he could to get the words out.
"I'm not the one who attacked you," Remus reassured John. "Your mother wouldn't have called if she didn't trust me."
He did not want to think about know the two know each other.
"So, how is this going to work?" John asked.
"That will be determined in a few days' time," Remus told him.
John thought for a moment.
"The full moon," he realized. He remembered this from taking Astrology. "But what about you?"
"I have a safe place," Remus said.
And then a horrible thought ran through John's mind.
"And what about me?" he asked. "I can't risk attacking my mum or sister."
"You'll come with me," Remus said.
"And if I don't change? Won't you kill me?" John asked.
"You've been bitten," Remus said matter-of-factly. "If you change or don't, you'll smell different. My wolf form won't hurt you."
"All right, then," John replied, taking a deep breath.
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John was walking into the living room when he overheard Remus and his mother talking.
"I promise nothing will happen to him," Remus said.
"I know you won't, Remus. I just don't understand why this happened," John's mother replied.
"It was an unfortunate, random attack," Remus told her.
"Do you have any idea who it could have been?" she asked.
Remus shook his head.
"No, but I will look into it," he assured her.
"Thank you," John's mother said.
John threw his rucksack over his shoulder and came into view.
"I'm ready," he said.
His mother took him in her arms.
"Be careful, darling. I love you," she said.
"I love you, too, Mum," John replied.
She kissed his cheek and watched as her son and Remus left. John had not even been able to tell Harriet goodbye.
"John, how do you feel?" Remus asked after walking for a while.
"You already asked me that, Mr. Lupin," he said.
"Please, call me Remus," Remus replied with a laugh. "I'm asking because your senses have undoubtedly changed." They stopped for a moment. "Close your eyes. Focus."
John tried, but he felt funny doing it. He opened his eyes, not being able to concentrate.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's supposed to be different," John said.
"You'll know," Remus replied. John closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His eyes shot open a moment later. "What is it?"
"My sense of smell," John said.
"That's to be expected. Anything else?" Remus asked.
John's stomach started making noises.
"I'm hungry," he said. Remus smiled. They caught a rabbit on the way to Remus's hide out. John looked around and noticed food in the pantry. "You have food in here. Why the rabbit?"
"I want to see how you react to raw meat," Remus explained. John just stared as Remus skinned the animal. He would not be surprised if he had a look of horror on his face. "Smell." John's nose wrinkled. "You don't like it."
John shook his head and looked down in embarrassment.
"I'm appalled that I do," he said.
"You'll adjust. Try it," Remus replied. He took the meat in his hand in disgust. "I didn't like the idea much at first, either."
John was not too surprised when he did not spit the meat back up.
"I'll get used to it," he said.
The two sat on the couch after Remus made some tea.
"You must have so many questions," Remus said.
"How old were you when it happened?" John asked to Remus's shock.
It took a while for Remus to think of what to say.
"Four," he finally answered. "However, my attack wasn't random. My father had displeased a werewolf."
Remus did not have to go further.
"Oh," John said.
He had not been expecting that.