Prolouge: The Bite
"Remus!" she screams. "Remus, come here!" She runs after the small boy. "Remus." she says shakily. She breaks down into sobs. Meanwhile, the boy is running as hard as he can towards the middle of the forest. He hears something and stops dead in his tracks. It's a low, growling sound. He turns and screams. The last thing he can remember is a sharp pain in his right arm. I can still remember that night. It enters my dreams when I'm sleeping and and is the sound I hear whenever a dementor gets close to me. If it hadn't been for my foolishness I would not be like this today. I would be understood, cared for, and have friends. I should have listened to my sister. 12 years older than me, she was much more versed on my uncle's condition than I was. She had told me to stay out of the forest that night. Me, being the curious idiot I was, followed my uncle out to the forest and was bitten. I woke up from sleeping to a strange room with pink walls and a large amount of people in it. Two men I recognized were arguing in the corner. "Sam, you shouldn't let me live here. I bit Remus and I could do the same to Emma and Megan at any time." "Nonsense. We will just tighten the security on the house on full moons, and add a room onto your shack for Remus. You can walk hin there. It will be safe." "I will repay you for this." "No. We will explain to Remus what has happened." Suddenly I recognized the two men. Sam was my father, and the other man was Al, my uncle. My sister, Megan, was sitting on the floor, crying as hard as hard as I had ever heard her cry. "Megan, it's OK. It really is." My mother reassured her. "It isn't your fault. You couldn't prevent it." "Yes, I could have. I just broke down on the spot. I didn't go after him. I should have been bitten." She started to cry even harder, and my mother joined in. Dad and Uncle Al came over with solemn expressions on their faces. "Remus..." Dad began, but Uncle Al butted in. "Do you know what I am?" he asked. "Um, no, not really." "Remus, I am a werewolf." he said in one short breath. My eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. As I was rather mature for the age of 6, I had read a book called Werewolves for the Everyday Traveler from fathers's library. You do know what that is, don't you?" Uncle Al asked. I nodded. I was worried. I had been bitten by something. Was it uncle Al, in his werewolf form? I sighed and asked: "Did you bite me?" "Yes." Uncle Al said slowly. "I was running towards the shack your father has built for me and I began transformation earlier that normal. I saw you. You know a werewolf cannot resist humans so, well, I bit you." he bowed his head. "Then the strangest thing happened. You see, if I bite a blood relative I return instantly to human form for that night only. So I brought you back." "You're a werewolf now, Remus." my dad said, causing everyone in the room to break into louder sobs. I spent the next week learning about werewolves, how they transformed at the full moons,how they were almost outlawed by wizard law in 1903, and that a loose werewolf is more dangerous than a full grown vampire. The next day my uncle told me what it felt like to transform. "Remus, it is pain beyound what I expect you to be able to bear. It feels like you are being ripped from your body." I shuddered. Pain beyond what I could bear? How would I live? "After that, your mind is like an animal. You have no control over what you do." "But if I can't bear it, how will I live?" I asked. "Pain, Remus, is not death." my uncle replied and swept out of the room. And so I promised myself that I would remember those words during my transformation. My dad soon had the extra room added onto the shack. It had a small bed with covers from our spare closet. It had no windows and one door about three feet high and three feet wide. I sat down on the bed and began to cry. Why did everything always happen to me? My uncle came into the room and saw me crying. "Oh Remus." he said. "You'll live. It will be painful but I garantee you you'll live. "Is there anything I can do to help the pain?" "Yes." Uncle Al grunted. "Lie down on the bed when you are transforming. Drink a large glass of milk before you come out here." "Why?" I asked. "No one knows why it helps. It just does. Oh, and the NWA meets on the days before the full moons." "The what??" Uncle Al smiled. "The NWA- National Werewolf Association. It's a group of werewolves that just offer food, tips, encouragement, sympathy, and news." "Oh." I said. "Will I be the youngest there?" "Yeah, but Carlos is nine, he's closest to your age." he turned away. "See you later." I slumped against the bed. Why me, of all people? My six-year-old mind, though very mature, was having a lot of trouble understanding everything. Suddenly the day before the full moon arrived. I was extremely scared- I'd be going to the NWA that night. The day passed by extremely quickly, and soon Uncle Al appeared in my door. "Ready to go?" he asked. "Yeah." I said, though quite shakily. He walked me into the living room where a fire was burning. He handed me some Floo Powder "Just shout 'NWA', ok?" I threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace. "NWA!" I shouted and was soon spinning around and around. I popped out in a bright, wide room with about fifteen chairs. "Welcome!" said a cheerful voice to my right. "Oh. Hi. I didn't see you." "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Are you the new guy?" "Well, I think so." Uncle Al popped out of the fireplace then. "Al!" the guy said merrily. "Oh, hi Phil. This is Remus Lupin. He's my new, um 'recruit'." "Nice to meet you, Remus." Phil said. "You guys are the first here." "Well, lets move then." "Yes, why don't you?" Just then, a small, thin old man popped out of the fire. "Ernie!" Phil said. "This is our newest member, Remus Lupin." I met everybody there. There was Carlos Figg, who was just a few years older than me. He smiled at me. I returned the favor. There was Jakov Marquirita, a burly forty-five year old. I met Lisa Triguss, a very pretty twenty-seven year old, Farrah Glyphs, an old grey lady, and the only other female in the room. After awhile there were 14 people in the room. A tall man with blonde hair stepped out of the fire. "That's Charles Connery. He's the head of the group, and the werewolves spokesperson on the board for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." Carlos whispered to me. The meeting soon started. Charles stood up and, in a low voice, said, "Welcome to the September 19th meeting of the National Werewolf Association." he smiled nervously. "We would like to welcome- if it can be put that way- Remus Lupin to our group." Every one applauded. I grinned sheepishly. He said that a man named Denver Post had started research on a potion named the wolfsbane potion. Then the meeting was open for discussion- but I couldn't listen. I was too nervous about the next day. We took Floo Powder home and Uncle Al told me to sleep well. I slept and slept and slept. But then I woke up and my worst nightmare began. It was 4 o clock in the night when Uncle Al came up to my bedroom. "The full moon begins at 5:26. We need to go." he said rushedly. I jumped out of my bed and followed him out of the house. We walked into the forest and he handed me a large glass of milk. It tasted rather good. He started reminding me about everything he had ever told me. "...you will be a werewolf for a couple of days. When you turn back into umm... you go to your bed and sleep..." We soon arrived at the shack and Uncle Al dropped me off at my room. "Good luck." he said, and walked away. I walked into the room and locked the door. Now, where did he say to put your clothes and assecories? Ah yes, the lockbox. I took off my clothes and assecories and, after sneaking a peek at my watch, put them away. 5:21. Five minutes of freedom. Make that four. Three. Two. One. And then a sudden ripping pain came across my body. I let out a scream, and felt as if my body was leaving me. I doubled over, feeling like I would hurl, when suddenly the pain stopped. My mind was uncontrollable. I scratched and bit everything in sight. Soon I resorted to myself. I was soon bleeding and bruised everywhere, but my mind didn't care. It continued to scratch, bite, and rip up my skin. For the next day it continued. It was pain beyond pain, I could not imagine anything worse but death itself. Then, all of the sudden, it was over. My skin was bleeding pretty badly, but all I wanted to do was sleep. It felt so good to lie on the bed in my human form. Uncle Al woke me up with a sharp rap on the door. "Get up." he said. "We have to go back someday." I put on my clothes and watch and looked at the time. 7:42 AM, two days later. I stepped out of my room and saw my uncle. "Healius Wolviaserma" my uncle whispered and all the scratches, cuts and bruises disappeared. "Special charm for werewolf injuries. I'll teach you it, you get special permission from the Ministry." "Oh." I said weakly. "I take it it hurt?" Uncle Al asked. I let a tear slide down my cheek. "Alot." "I figured it would." "Why does it hurt so much?" "Well, it's a bit dificult to explain but I'll try. You see, when you transform, you're soul is leaving your body, and being replaced by the soul of a werewolf. It's like, a dementors kiss, every full moon. But mainly the pain is your bones elongating and growing hair." "Oh." The transformations continued full moon after full moon. I learned the Healius charm, the charm which covered all my cuts and bruises. Then one day, when I was 11, I recieved a letter that would change my life forever. Disclaimer: EVERYBODY belongs to me except Remus and Carlos's last name. Whoppee! I own something! A young boy steps into the forest, laughing. He looks behind him, grins, and runs. A tall teenaged girl is running after him, quite shakily.
A/N: Here is the Prolouge to my new story! I hope you guys like it! PLEASE R/R! YRIR(you review i review)