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Chapter Four: The First Moon

James had desided that he would not be getting the truth about the scars on Remus's face anytime soon, so though he was still curious, he let it go. For now.

Sirius, houwever, had not, and was constantly pestering Remus with questions, much to the dislike of Remus. And thus, making Remus wishing that all three of them would just leave him alone, he couldn't have friends, anyway, he was too dangerous. At least, that's what his dad always said, his dad had always blamed him for the death of his mother.

Peter had just been following James around for the few weeks they had been at Hogwarts, listening to eveything he said and practicly worshiping him.

Remus had beem a little bit paler than normal, quite a feat, really, the full moon was tonight and Remus suffering PMS(Pre-Moon-Sickness).

Remus was reading a book on killer plants and how to defend yourself from them, it was seven O'clock on a Saterday, and he had to meet Madam Pomfrey in the hopital wing in half an hour so that she could take him to the Womping Willow, a very violent tree planted to keep Remus in a shack in Hogsmead village while he transformed and students and villagers out, the moon would be rising soon and Remus would be going through a very painful transformation into a blood-thirsty beast who, being unable to attack anything else, would attack itself, causing Remus great pain in the moring and him having to stay in the hospital wing for a few days. Happy times.

Remus looked at his watch and his eye grew wide, he had to be at the hosbital wing in five minuets! He put down his book and headed for the door, but the ever curious Sirius stopped him by asking "Where ya goin' Rem?"

Remus spun round and replied "My mother is sick, I have to go home for a few days and see her." Remus instantly felt gulity, even though he couldn't tell them the truth and they weren't techniquly his friends, Remus hated lying.

Sirius nodded, and so did James and Peter, who had been listening, "Okay, hope she gets better soon."

Remus smile a weak, fake smile and left, heading straight fot the hospital wing. He was late.

When Remus got there Madam Pomfrey gave him a stern look "You're late," she said with disaprovale(?) clear in her tone, "come on, the moon rises early tonight, we have to get going."

Remus nodded sadly, he really hated being a werewolf, and wished that he had just stayed inside the house like his farther had told him to, six years ago on his fifth birthday.

Madam Pomfery lead him to the Womping Willow, when they got they she fired a spell at the magical tree and the vilontly swinging branches straightened and froze, allowing them to go thew a small passage way at the base of the tree, it was a long and low tunnel, Remus had to duck his head to fit and Madam Pomfrey, dispite being rather short for her age, had to stoop right over in order to fit in the small tunnel.

The tunnel finally came to an end, leading out to a trapdoor that when opened reveled a large shack, it was a nice place and Remus felt bad that tonight he would be practicly destroying everything in here.

"Here you are, dear. Up the stairts there is a bedroom, you can get changed and, well, change, in there." Madam Pomfrey said with a warm smile, that really didn't do too much in the way of comfort for Remus.

"Thank you Madam Pomfrey." Remus said in a voice that sounded differrent from his own, hollower, more distance, more dangerous.

Madam Pomfrey smiled again, this time much more sadly, and left Remus in the shack, that after tonight, would forever be known as The Shreiking Shack, most haunted building in Briten.

Remus moved up to the bedroom, he looked around and saw that there was a bed, that was nice, and a closert that he could put his clothes in and The Wolf wouldn't be able to get to.

Remus removed his clothes and stood in the front of the room, waitng for the moon to rise, when it did, Remus let out the loudest, most pain filled scream imagenable, the ear-splitting scream slowly turning into howls of agony, howls of a monster, he doubled over in pain as his body twisted in unnatural ways, his bones where breaking and his organs changeing shape and size.

"He should be dead within 30 seconds.

The werewolf heart is about two thirds the size of a humans.

But in order to shrink, first it has to stop.

In other words, he has a heart attack.

All the internal organs are smaller, so while he's having his heart attack, he's having liver and kidney failure too.

And if he stops screaming, it's not because the pain has dulled.

His throat, gullet and vocal chords are tearing and reforming.

He literally can't make a sound.

By now the pituitary gland should be working overtime, flooding his body with

endorphins to ease some of the pain, but that too has shut down.

Anyone else would have died of shock long ago, but it won't let him.

And that's the thing I find most remarkable.

It drags him through the fire and keeps him alive and conscious to endure every second.

Nothing like this could just evolve.

This is the fingerprint of God.

An impossible lethal curse, spread by tooth and claw.

Victim begets victim, begets victim.

It's so cruel, it's…perfect."

The change was now complete, there was nothing of Remus left. It was It, just It.

And what was this? It had never been here before, this was new. It didn't like new, it made It angry, so angry that It started to thow itself against the wall, it hurt but It wanted out. It wanted out now.

It got tired of throwing Itself against the walls, It had relised that It was not getting out like that, this made It more angry, it started to bite and scratch Itself, more than normal, this New Place was freaking It out. It was rabid, it bit and clawed Itself all night, It's lone, red and incredibly sharp claws digging into It's thick, hair skin and tearing it open like tissue paper, It's razor sharp theeth attenpting to tear It's own leg off, and now Remus would probable have to have a few fingurs re-grown.

The moon was going down and the sun riseing, It howld in pain, great pain, the howls turning into the agonised screams of a young boy, the screams of Remus Lupin.

When Madam Pomfrey turn up to pick up and patch up Remus, she nearly threw up at the sight that greeted her, Remus was laying in a large pool of his own blood, deep wounds covering his entire body, he was trebbling and making a sort of gurgling sound as he coughed up more blood. Madam Pomfrey soon regained her wits and congered up a strecher and blancket for Remus and took hime the hospital wing as far as she could without hurting Remus.

Night of the full moon, Gyffindore 1st year boys dorm, after Remus left.

Sirius was staring at the door after Remus had left.

'Wonder what's wrong with his Mum? Probably nothing too bad' Sirius desided to let it go when the most pain filled scream he had ever heard driffted in thought the window, it sounded as though it was turning into howls.

James looked up from the picture of a Snitch he had been drawing when he too heard this sound. "What the bloddy hell is that?" He asked, he had gone pale, as had Sirus and Peter. That scream sounded so painful, and yet, familar...

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