Some drastic changes have been made to the plot of the story but the changes don't begin until the second chapter. This was necessary for the overall plot of the story.
Chapter 2
Harry spent the night tossing and turning. All he could think about what was going to happen to him tomorrow. He'd gone to bed early that night telling Ron and Hermione he wasn't feeling well; upon seeing how pale and shaky he was, neither questioned it. Hermione had even offered to take Harry to the hospital wing. But he refused because was far too restless to spend the afternoon in the hospital wing.
Lupin didn't show up to Defense Against the Dark Arts today so everyone sat and listened to the substitute read a chapter they had already read, directly from the book. At one point Harry let out a cry of impatience that earned him detention that evening.
The rest of the day was a long and painful blur for Harry. That evening at promptly seven he was escorted over to Hagrid's to start his detention. Halfway to Hagrid's a fiery pain travelled up and down Harry's spine causing him to bend over and let out a wail of pain. Professor Mason seemed both shocked and startled by the eleven-year-old's expression of such pain. But the pain didn't stop there. It travelled all throughout Harry like flames; soon he heard to sickening sound of his own bones breaking and clothes ripping.
When Professor Mason saw what was happen a panic he'd never felt before settled over him. And he knew if he wanted to live, he was going to have to run away from Harry; who's terror filled eyes told him that he had no idea what was even happening.
"Help me! It hurts! I need... hospital wing!" cried Harry as his grip on human thoughts began to be ripped away from his mind. He vaguely saw Professor Mason start running in an unknown direction but Harry was in far to much pain to even keep track of where the man had gone. And soon, Harry was gone and the wolf was in his place.
Professor Mason made a mad dash into the school, upon finding Dumbledore he whispered, "Code blue." Professor Dumbledore immediately knew what that meant and began getting professors to send all students to their dorms with their windows closed.
"I'm assuming Lupin has gotten away," Snape sneered when he arrived into the staff room. "Who's idea was it to have a werewolf as a professor, Dumbledore?" Dumbledore had called an emergency meeting with McGonagall, Severus and Mason.
Before the headmaster could get up and say something, Professor Mason stood between them and quietly muttered that it wasn't Lupin.
"And I can attest to that as I went out of my way to glance in on Remus when the Code Blue was declared," Dumbledore announced causing concerned looks to appear on the professors' faces.
"So if it's not Lupin, who is it?" McGonagall asked nervously.
"It was Harry Potter. As I left I saw him run into the forest," Mason said nervously. "I couldn't stay and risk getting bit, Dumbledore. The poor thing; he was terrified. Had no clue what was happening or why. Asked to be taken to the hospital wing before I bolted."
Dumbledore nodded and patted Mason on the back.
"When the moon sets, we will put out a small casual search party for him. We have to keep this low key; no other students can find out unless Harry chooses otherwise," Dumbledore said in an authoritative tone. "For now just keep an eye out to make sure Potter doesn't come onto the grounds until morning. I'm going to send an owl down to warn Hagrid," Dumbledore quickly dismissed everyone and went to send the letter.
When Harry became aware of his surroundings again, he found himself behind Hagrid's house. He was lying in a bush behind Hagrid's and for whatever reason, he was completely naked. He tried to make sense of this but came up blank. Never in his life had he experienced an urge to run naked through the woods. Maybe this was a wizard thing. He saw Hagrid glance out the window and pale slightly.
Before Harry knew it, Hagrid was rushing outside with a large blanket.
"Harry! Blimey, you gave everyone a right good scare, didn't you? Now let's get you inside and to the hospital wing. I imagine your in a bit of pain," Hagrid said gathering Harry in the blanket and scooping him up as though he was light as a feather. The swift movement made Harry's back and neck hurt and if he wasn't so exhausted, he would have said something.
Lupin made his way into the hospital wing, his joints ached and his back ached and he was looking forward to a long nap and some of Poppy's potions to bring down the pain. He'd dozed off on the floor in his office for an hour or so after he shifted back to human form. But eventually, his the pain in his joints became more bothersome than the exhaustion.
When he stepped into hospital wing he walked into a right interesting commotion. Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Dumbledore were trying to calm down a student. Not only was the student wide awake but completely freaked out.
"Please drink the potion," Madam Pomfrey would prompt.
But the student seemed too freaked out to even be reason with.
"Please Harry, just a sip," Madam Pomfrey said catching Lupin's attention. Lupin looked closer to see that Harry Potter was sitting up in the bed, as far away from the professors and the nurse. His face was covered in tears and his face was terrified. Lupin figured the boy had probably had a violent nightmare but that didn't explain Dumbledore and McGonagall's presence.
Rather than cooperation the eleven-year-old simply dissolved into tears. Lupin knew this was far from normal behaviour from an eleven-year-old. Harry had probably caught something throughout the night. When Madam Pomfrey glanced up and saw Lupin sitting on a bed, she didn't even move from her spot and simply pointed to the potions and went back to her Harry who was now vomiting over the side of his bed. Lupin felt his already iffy stomach give a clench at the sound and smell.
Once Harry had finished projectile vomiting onto the floor, the hysterics started again leaving Lupin worried about his best friends only child. Just how sick was he to bring him to this state.
"He's in shock," Dumbledore muttered. "And I'm sure having a small crowd surrounding him is doing nothing to calm him. So I am going to go and write a letter to Harry's relatives and inform them of... last night's occurrence. Minerva, maybe you can have a word with Lupin while Madam Pomfrey tends to Harry."
McGonagall seemed almost startled by the request but agreed anyway. She gave a gesture for Lupin to follow her into the other room.
"I know you are under some physical distress but this is of a rather urgent and sensitive matter and must be dealt with immediately," she said; her usually stern voice sounded tired and thick. Come to think of it, both professors looked like they didn't sleep at all last night. They both however also looked troubled.
"I'm sure you've noticed Harry's emotional state," McGonagall said. "There was a rather surprising incident last night."
Hundreds of situations rolled through his mind from illness to an attack on Harry's life.
"Is he okay?" Lupin asked first; that was his first concern.
"Yes and no; he will be fine but for right now he's very scared, he's in shock, and the poor thing is exhausted." McGonagall looked almost ready to cry.
From the next room, Lupin could hear that Harry had calmed down some but he was still sobbing.
"McGonagall, what happened?" Lupin asked; whatever was wrong was upsetting McGonagall quite a bit.
"Remus; Potter shifted last night. We've been trying to calm him long enough to tell him that he's a werewolf."
