Chapter 11:

I'm so sorry that it has be ages since I have updated this fanfiction, but I have been settling down at my new college and have been busy doing loads of work for my A-levels. This is a very short update it is mainly editing the other parts of chapter 11 with a small bit added at the bottom. I'll start writng chapter 12 shortly as it's half term the week after next so if I don't have too much homework I'll get the next chapter start. My plain till the end of this year is to get at least another 3 chapters done. So please hang in there.

As usual I don't own anything.

An endless horizon stretches across most of the bay with the sea twinkling, kindly in the early morning sun. Behind me lies a huge forest full of fir trees stretching up towards the sky to impossible heights. A gentle sea breeze ripples around me.

I know time has passed, since I first arrived on this deserted beach in the middle of nowhere, but I don't know how much time has passed could be days, weeks or even months! However since my escape from Azkaban many changes have happened, the biggest change has to be my restoration to my own body; I no longer look like Padfoot. The Polyjuice potion has finally worn off after all these years. I would kill Padfoot for making it so strong but I think it's more likely that the Dementors froze the effect the Polyjuice potion had on me therefore trapping me in Padfoot's body. Not that it matters how I look to the Dementors. They knew I wasn't Sirius but they didn't care. To them it doesn't matter who's innocent or not, as long as they have a prison full of souls to suck dry. Also since arriving here, I have gained some weight so my ribs are less pronounced against my skin they still look unnatural and sickly but that can't be helped.

A couple more days pass before I decide to start to make a move towards finding Wormtail, kill him and help protect my son, Harry.

Transforming into my stag that night I canter off into the forest lit by moonlight.

My cloven hooves softly sink into the fir needled ground as I gallop through the fir forest, looking for any sign of civilisation so I can try and figure out where the hell I am! I hear a snap of a twig from behind me, this causes my ears to prick and swivel round to the direction of the noise.

Someone or something is watching me. Maybe, even hunting me!

It's a stalemate.

To move means get attacked or followed or to stay still means to get attacked or watched.

I stand perfectly still in the moonlight that's being obscured by cloud hoping my senses are wrong...

Nothing happens for hours until the clouds above move from the moon bathing the forest below in its full milky-white brightness casting down by its full moon. This is when I hear a strangled cry come from the bush in which I think I heard a twig snap earlier.

That cry was all too familiar...

[FLASHBACK - START]

I stand on the sweeping lawns surrounding Hogwarts just out of sight of the castle itself. I am not alone. I've got my threes best friends with me: Moony, Padfoot and Wormtail. It's a cloudy night with a full moon rising once its milky light breaks through the clouds our purpose of being here at night will become clear. We slowly walk across the lawn, towards the feisty young tree that was planted six years ago nicknamed 'The Whomping Willow' because of its nature, to attack anything that gets too close or even moves.

As we draw close the summer breezes causes the clouds in the heavens above to shift out the way of the moon which suddenly bathes us in its milky-white light. Moony yelps and falls to the ground twitching and shrieking with pain; as his limbs elongate whilst his skin grows a furry coat. After a couple of minutes he rises snarling down at us, his wolf teeth bared ready to attack!

Having been Moony's were-wolf guards for the last year we were all prepared for this reaction. What happens next is like a drill we've practiced many times before.

Wormtail dashes away from Padfoot and I, causing Moony to follow. As Wormtail reaches 'The Whomping Willow' he takes a jump towards the tree and its flailing limps, transforms into his animagous rat easily then dodges the limps that the tree is trying to attack him with. He reaches the secret tunnel hidden at the base of the tree and with one paw to the trunk presses down on the knot by the tunnel causing the tree to freeze.

Padfoot and I chase after Moony, making sure that he does go down the tunnel.

Darkness swallows us- as we scamper down the tunnel occasionally nipping at Moony's ankles. After sometime running down the tunnel the four of us burst out into the Shrieking Shack like we're in some sort of crazy chase –which of course we are- and land in a muddled heap snarling, gnashing on the creaky floorboards.

We tear around the room trying to control Moony which results in lots of loud shrieking which the locals can probably hear. At one last attempt to stop Moony from going outside and hunting the people of Hogesmede we divert him and end up outside and unable to get Moony back into the Shrieking Shack. Padfoot in front and me behind; together we guide Moony through the underbrush up towards the rocky terrain away from Hogesmede whilst Wormtail runs in and out of our feet occasionally getting in the way.

The treacherously slopes of the mountain steepen as we climb higher and higher towards the cave. Hours seem to pass as we chase Moony in a classic Sheep-dog fashion in the bouldering lands when in the distance we can see gradually getting closer is our hide-out cave buried deep within a casam of caves. Reaching the main entrance to all the caves we pause catching our breaths briefly whilst letting our eyes adjust to the murky darkness. The moon at this point was starting to wane as the first shards of light peek over the rim of the mountain down to the village taunting the inhabitancies with its warming rays of light.

'Not long now!'

I shout out to the others.

Of course this would have been a very strange sight to anyone who had never seen an animagous talk before.

Moony catches his breath first then runs at us, trying to get back down the mountain. Padfoot grabs Moony's leg in his jaws and hangs on until Moony turns tail and runs into the casam of caves.

Sunlight slowly creeps further down the valley in small amounts of time like it wants to draw out Moony's suffering as a were-wolf for this month is finally coming to a close. Soon. Soon Moony will be human again. Soon.

We twist and turn through the caves till we finally chase Moony into our secret hide-out - which for the record was filled with everything anyone might need at a time like this for instance clothes, robes along with snacks and bottles of butterbeer. You could have stayed here for months without ever having to leave to go to town!

At long last Padfoot, Wormtail and I notice some changes in were-wolf Moony; His snout shortens, his limbs shrink and his fur disappears leaving behind his seventeen-year-old skin behind. Wormtail, Padfoot and I change back into our human selves and get changed into clean robes alongside Moony. Before we leave, we grab a load of snacks and drinks. Back down the mountain we go happily singing songs as we walk back to Hogwarts in the early morning light.

[FLASHBACK - END]

I blink a couple of times regaining my senses as I gaze around the surrounding forest. Cautiously, I move closer to the bush which had made a cry; my feet crunch softly as my hooves tread on dried leaves, my ears pricked trying to pick up anymore sound.

I hear a panting breath of a hunter.

Survival instincts kicks in causing me to turn tail and run just as the hunter jumps out from behind the bush claws extended towards my hide.

Dodging between trees I dodge left and right I gallop through the forest with the hunter in hot pursuit behind me...

Many times during the night, the hunter behind me nips at my legs trying to catch me and drag me back to give me a deadly bite!

The chase carries on for many hours and miles are covered within the forest and yet there are no signs of any civilization which is good if my suspicions are correct. That I am being chased by a were-wolf.