To xo emmet xo: Thank you for reviewing again!

To Sam: Wolf calendar? Wicked! I have a really cool wolf puzzle but I'm horrible at jigsaw puzzles so it is not even halfway done so...yeah.

Charlie? Hmm...I don't think I know Charlie well enough to make his character right. And Sam is kind of, well, too determined this year to let her studies drop. Because Timothy would have gotten into Hogwarts even though he thought he never would and he'd be the best in the year so I think she's trying to honor him by doing her best in classes. If that made any sense whatsoever...

I have never been to Hawaii. I live in Pennsylvania which is a pretty boring state but I could not live without snow! I LOVE snow! I was just sled riding yesterday! I could never live in Hawaii. I actually want to go WAY up north where there's a TON of snow. And I want to go there on a really cool ship. Then the only other place I ever want to go is Washington DC by train (I'm rather picky). But I think that snow miser should make snow go everywhere! (If you've seen the movie The Year Without a Santa Claus-the cartoon. I LOVE that movie!


Enough rambling from me...onto the full moon:

"Will you just SHUT UP?!" I growled. It was said to Fred and George, were talking loudly and trying to get me to talk to them. I had been in a bad mood all week.

I massaged the temples of my head. I had a horrid headache, and it was hard to focus on anything. Fred and George were staring at me.

"What's wrong Warren? You've been irritable all week," George observed.

"Sorry guys," I said, my anger dissipating. "I get bad headaches a lot. Makes me short-tempered."

We were at breakfast, though one look at the food made me feel nauseous. I pushed my plate out of the way and laid my head down.

Fred and George exchanged glances, but talked amongst themselves for a while. Finally, breakfast over, I went with a pounding headache to Transfiguration. Nicholas caught up with me.

"You all right?" he asked.

"Fine," I muttered. "Just a headache."

Fred tapped Nicholas on the shoulder and whispered loudly. "Watch it-she's been barking worse all morning."

I rolled my eyes at him, but that made me feel dizzy and I looked at the floor as we walked.

We finally reached Transfiguration, and I slumped in my chair, folding my arms on my desk to lay my head down. I felt as if my head was going to explode, and it was making me feel nauseous.

McGonagall started class, and I looked up, but kept my chin on my arms, wincing at most every sound. I tried to pay attention, though.

Charms was a right nightmare. Angela's shrill voice made my ears ring, and I was so close to shoving my fist down her throat when Flitwick called the class to order. At least his squeaky voice wasn't half as bad as Angela's.

Herbology was okay, but the mandrakes the second years had pulled made my ears pop painfully. It was not that loud, because they were already re-potted, but headaches always made sounds louder than they actually were, and so I could hear them still when I normally paid no attention.

I was, for once, relieved to be in History of Magic. Instead of fighting and trying to pay attention, I let the boring drone of Professor Binns put me to sleep. I woke feeling slightly better, but barely, and my headache had quickly returned full-blast within ten minutes.

The smell of lunch made me feel even more sick, but I hoped that it was because I was hungry and ate some sort of soup or other. I only ate half, however, before giving up.

Next came Defense Against the Dark Arts. We were learning of the difference between counter-curses and curses. Some said that counter-curse is just a nobler way of saying curse. However, the difference is that a counter curse is used after someone tried to curse you.

My first thought on that subject? Duh.

We only had one period of Potions and then a free period. Snape, however, was either being worse than usual, or my bad temper was getting to me.

He gave us homework-36 inches of parchment due tomorrow on the detailed effects of The Drought of Living Death

"Due tomorrow. No exceptions," he said. I could have sworn he looked directly at me. I glared at him until my headache got the better of me and I relaxed my eyes.

Free period, I got started on Snape's essay, but it was hard to concentrate. I eventually crumpled up the parchment and threw it into the Gryffindor fire. I grabbed my backpack and headed to the library.

The thick smell of books and parchment cleared my head, and I leafed through many books lazily. I pulled out a book. It was a fairy tale book-Tales from Beedle the Bard.

I grinned. I had loved this book. Mum had often read them to me, and Timothy when he was there. I liked the Wizard and the Hopping Pot. I thought it a simple story with a good lesson. Timothy, however, quite liked the trickery of Babbity Rabbity and her Cackling Stump.

I looked through the book, bored. I eventually placed it aside and head to the Common Room, and then Astronomy.

My headache gradually returned, worse than before, as Astronomy started to end. I skipped out on dinner and went straight to my common room. I was supposed to meet Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, at six o'clock, just to be on the safe side.

I stared at the fire, ignoring everyone else. Fred and George wouldn't stop bugging me, but time went too quickly and soon it was five until six. "Look guys," I said. "My headache is getting worse. I think I'm going to go the Hospital Wing."

I left then, and began to walk to the hospital wing, shaking. I knew that nothing was different, but there were a lot more people here, and if something happened...

I shook the thought away, making my head hurt worse. I closed my eyes shut tight for a moment until the wave of nausea from the shaking stopped.

I made it to the hospital wing. Dumbledore arrived minutes later.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Like my head's going to explode," I muttered.

"Have you had a headache all week?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Yes ma'am," I said. "Though today's been the worst by far."

"Have you always gotten headache the week before?"

"Most of the time," I said. "And I get bad-tempered and it's hard to focus."

"All understandable," Dumbledore said.

"Will I always get headaches and stuff?" I asked. "Or will it eventually fade?"

"It's possible you might get used to it, but I can't be sure," Madam Pomfrey said.

I nodded, trying to move my head as little as possible.

"Are you ready?" Dumbledore asked.

I winced. "As I'll ever be," I said reluctantly.

Madam Pomfrey took me to the Whomping Willow, and showed me how to prod the knot to make the tree freeze. She told me that she would come fetch me in the morning. Then, I had to crawl through a tunnel and I eventually wound up at the shrieking shack.

I looked around. The place was old and spooky-looking. I would have liked it if not for what it was. There were claw marks and broken things everywhere. I assumed they had been broken by the other werewolf.

I decided to go upstairs-I still had a while to go until it was dark anyway. Everything was dusty, but there were hoof prints in here as well, and different prints than the wolf-maybe a dog. And there were also tiny prints of a small creature.

I wondered how they had lasted so long, but then I saw-paint. They had been painted on the floor.

I grinned. This place seemed to have so many secrets. I let my fingers search the floor for a loose floorboard, and found one. I pulled it out and took off my Hogwarts uniform so that it would not be ruined. I replaced the floorboard.

Waiting-I wish I could say that it was the worst part. It was horrible, sure, but most definitely not the worst part.

I began screaming as my bones started to shatter, and then reform into something of the wolf. My spine snapped, and my bones elongated. My skin ripped, and knitted itself together.

My screams turned into painful howls until it was over. I had my mind for a moment before the wolf let out a single howl, and then my mind slipped away into nothing.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital wing already. My wounds were all bandaged up, and my folded clothes were beside the bed. My head had stopped aching, but everything else felt like it was on fire. I tried to move my arm first, but cried out in pain as I realized there was a long cut going down my shoulder.

I grit my teeth, and tried to move my left arm. It was better than my right. My legs were okay, which please me fine, but feeling the thick bandaging on my face told me that it was probably thoroughly clawed up.

My stomach had cuts all over as well, but, while they stung badly, did not hurt as much as my arm.

I blinked slowly. At least another one was over. There wouldn't be another until next month. This thought gave me little comfort.

I sat up and swung my feet out of bed. I was glad they both my legs were fine, but my right arm lay limp at my side. Werewolf wounds were cursed, and therefore could not be healed with magic. Luckily though, I healed fast on account of the werewolf.

I stood up, and swayed slightly. But I gripped the table by the bed with my left arm until the dizziness passed. I was so tired, I felt I could fall asleep on my feet.

"What are you doing out of bed?" Madam Pomfrey asked, making me lie down again.

"I was going to go to my classes," I murmured quietly.

"Well, you're staying in bed all day so I don't see how you'll manage that!"

"What? Why? I'm alright, honest. I can't get behind. Timothy..."

"Well I don't know what you're on about, but you are not to leave all day. I'll have someone from your house pick up your work."

"But I've always gone to class the day after," I said.

"Not anymore. You are going to stay in bed and rest."

"Snape's essay..." I said. "I need to finish it still..."

"You can turn it in when you are well again."

"He said no exceptions..."

"He must have forgotten. You won't have to turn it in until later."

I doubted he had forgotten. I remembered the sneer on his face when he had said it. She left and I found some parchment and a quill and ink in a drawer of the table beside the bed.

I was right-handed, so it would be difficult to write. I pondered this for a moment. I got an idea. I screw off the ink cap, and dipped the quill in with my left hand. I placed it on the parchment. Then, I picked up my wand and placed it gently into my wand hand.

"Scribblace," I murmured, with a short, painful flick. The quill went in midair and waited.

"The drought of living death," I said aloud as the quill copied it down. "Is a powerful sleeping potion. It is composed of powdered root of asphodel and wormwood..."

Finally, after a long time, I finished. "The potion is, in fact, extremely dangerous, and an antidote should be made before making the potion in the caution that something were to go wrong. The Drought of Living Death is surely an extremely powerful sleeping potion. Scribblace." The quill fell down.

I screwed the cap back on and checked to make sure Madam Pomfrey was not anywhere near. I grabbed the parchment and dizzily made my way to the dungeons.

I would have been in History of Magic at this time, but right now, Snape had no class to teach, luckily.

"My essay, sir," I said hoarsely. "I have been in the hospital wing but assumed you would still expect it." I handed it to him.

He scowled, but said coldly "Very well. You might want to get back to the hospital wing. You certainly look worse for the wear. Walking in the moonlight?"

I was too tired to think of anything clever. "Good day to you sir," I said, and turned on my heel, feeling holes burned into my back.

Madam Pomfrey was awfully cross when she found out what I did, but I was too tired to care. I slumped back onto the bed and had a fitful sleep.

I dreamed that Fred and George found out what I was, and swore they'd tell the whole school. I dreamed of Nicholas looking at me fearfully, and running, screaming "Werewolf!" I dreamed Dumbledore was disappointed in me, and sent me back to the Orphanage. I dreamed of the minister of magic, snapping my wand in half. I dreamed the wolf escaped and killed everyone. "I don't want to do this anymore!" I screamed in my sleep, face covered in sweat and tears.

My dreams took an even more unpleasant turn when mum was saying what a disappointment I was, and Timothy was saying how he couldn't believe he had been my friend. He said that I killed him.

I woke up after dinner. The curtains were drawn so I sat up, and pulled them away. There was a tray of food and my school books. I realized how hungry I was and gulped down the food. It was rather hard to eat with my left hand.

I tried not to think of my dream, I didn't want to think of it, but when you try not to think of something, you usually end up thinking about it.

I started on my homework, saying the words aloud to write. Madam Pomfrey came in to check on me, and change my bandages a couple of times. She said that Fred, George, and Lee Jordan had brought my work, and that a Hufflepuff named Nicholas had tagged along. She said that she had told them that I had a bad headache, and was resting. The had not seen me and therefore did not know of my injuries. I thanked her. My dream reminded me how terrified I'd be if anyone found out.

I had finished my work by late in the night. Tomorrow was Saturday. Already, I could feel my shoulder had been healing faster than any normal human. Still, I could barely move it at all.

I was still extremely tired, but I needed a shower. I grabbed some bandages, slipped out and got a hot shower. The water stung my wounds, but it felt good nonetheless. I stepped out and examined myself in the mirror. Dark circles were under my eyes, which were bloodshot. Half my face was covered with nasty claw marks that looked even worse since they had started to heal.

My stomach had one great claw mark on it, my left side. I winced as I touched it gingerly, and wondered how I had walked to the dungeons with a wound like that. My shoulder looked horrible. I quickly bandaged everything up, cleaned the blood to a pink stain, and went back to the Hospital Wing.

I drew the curtains and fell asleep, hoping not to have any more nightmares.

I woke up on Saturday afternoon feeling better than yesterday. My arm hurt terribly if I moved it, but it was better than barely having any movement at all.

I needed to stretch, but couldn't. I yawned and rubbed my eyes with my left hand.

My hand went instinctively to my hair, which was incredibly messy. It was sticking up at all angles from what I could feel.

I longed to stretch my legs, or to nick a broom from the broomstick cupboard. I was no longer allowed to be at Broomstick Practice-Madam Hooch's orders-but I'd nick a broom and go flying every now and again.

My thoughts turned again to Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. I wished I knew who they were. You'd think they'd be owners of a joke shop or something, but I was sure that no joke store had ever been owned by any of those names.

I wondered if I would ever solve the mystery. Curiosity would be the death of me.

It was strange, being checked on by Madam Pomfrey. I wasn't quite sure I liked it. I liked doing things my way, and determining whether or not I was strong enough to do one thing or another. I liked doing things myself.

I hoped I wouldn't become dependent on her. I knew that if I did, the summer full moons would be dreadful. I couldn't become dependent on anyone. Time had told me that it would just make everything worse in the end when they weren't there.

I slept on and off Saturday and Sunday. Finally, Sunday night, my skin had managed to heal itself up quite well. I was glad of the fast healing ability, but wished that it was not needed.

I went to the Great Hall. Heck, I ran to the Great Hall. It felt so good to be on my feet again. I rose my right arm to my face. I knew more pale scars rested there, but I didn't care. I had my arm back, and I was free again! One month until the next full moon!

I jumped into the air and whooped. I pushed through the doors of the Great Hall somewhat breathless and walking then. "This seat taken?" I asked behind Fred-or George.

"What took you?" Fred asked.

I grinned. "Like I said. I had a bad headache."

"Do you get headaches a lot?" Lee Jordan asked.

"Er..." I said. "Once a month usually," I said uncomfortably.

"Oh..." George said.

I realized what they probably thought it meant-a girl's "time of the month." I felt my face grow hot, but I figured that they wouldn't bother me about being sick anymore.

"What's for dinner? I'm starving!" I said. I didn't wait for an answer before grabbing food and piling it onto my plate. I ate quickly, for it seemed I was getting hungrier with the more food I ate. Eventually, however, this stopped and I could not eat another bite.

"What'd I miss while I was, er, sick?" I asked.

"We're doing more in Broomstick Practice. They're actually letting us go a bit higher than a foot off the ground!" George said.

"They act like half of us haven't been flying on brooms for years. I say they should have advanced classes and basic classes!" Fred said banging his hand on the table dramatically.

I grinned. "They probably do it this way so that the muggleborns won't feel behind and those who have a magical parent but have never been near a broom won't feel as if they're being put with the muggleborns."

"Or they're too lazy to put two separate classes!" George argued.

Fred shrugged. "Hey, we'll get on the Quidditch team next year anyway. We better get going-don't want to be the last ones out."

I was too awake to go to sleep that night, so I asked to look at the marauders map. They handed it to me and went to bed. I looked at it.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," I murmured.

I scanned the map, looking over every nook and cranny. I found the passageway to the shrieking shack, and the kitchens, and to Honeydukes, and there were so many! I wondered yet again who had made this. Who was the real Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs? It was a mystery I would probably never solve.

"Mischief managed," I said, and took the map up with me to bed. Classes started tomorrow, and I was upset I had missed my weekend, but at least I had not missed much school.

I fell asleep almost instantly dreaming of nothing that I would remember.


Notes:

Eww! I really hate this chapter! I hate writing full moon chapters, but I hope this one turned out okay. Let me know of any mistakes, and I'll try to find and fix them!

I WANT YEAR FIVE!!! :'( This is my map of chapter for the rest of year 1, I think...

Halloween

Christmas

New Year (Maybe)

Fred and George's Birthday (April 1st)

Studying for Exams

Exams

End of the Year

Summer

Should be good, right? There's gonna be other stuff happening of course. Like for Halloween, there's gonna be a visit to Hagrid's...and other stuff like that. Oh! And I need to know! Who's staying at school for Christmas? Sam definitely is but is Fred and George? Nicholas? Angela? Jacob? Bethany?

I think that's it. Please review! Even, hey, I'll make a game I guess. I like to know who all is reading so I'll ask a question at the end of each chapter and PLEASE just answer it or say hi! I want to know who all is reading! :'(

So the question...What is your favorite Harry Potter character(s)?

Please answer! It will make me very happy! :D *just nod your head, answer the question, and move away from the crazy person...* :D