Hot damn it's been awhile.

I've decided to redo the story from chapter 14 and on, because I felt like it was getting too confusing and kinda like a puzzle with several missing pieces. Also, because I think I have gotten better at writing during the past four months of not even writing this story, because writers block really does suck assballs.

If you think I should just redo the entire story, please tell me in a PM or just in a review. Any favs, alerts, or review is greatly appreciated. Thank you very much.

***WARNING*** This chapter contains some heavily scary shit, along with some gore and so on Please do not read this if you can't handle things like that. Thank you all very much again.

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Me and Sirius instantly raced towards Hogwarts, the scream echoing hauntingly in my mind, Images from the past carved at the inner walls I had built t protect myself, but I ignored them. Couldn't focus on that shit right now. Couldn't. Wouldn't. Nope, not gonna happen.

When we reached the front gate, the sickening stench of death and blood overpowered my nose like a heat wave of horror. Sirius seemed unfazed by it, and then suddenly we were inside, as if he had been teleported. The gates were shut behind us, which meant the only way out was to go through the tunnel and go back to the 'Shrieking Shack'.

"Do…do you think that Fenrir could've done something like this?" I asked, shivering a little. That was a stupid question. Why the fuck would Sirius know? He snorted, ice enveloping his eyes and voice. "How would I know shit about Fenrir? You're his little bitch on a leash, not me."

His words were like a poisoned dagger to my heart, stabbing again and again. A flash of white, and then suddenly the curse hit me like an inferno straight from hell…

No.

I could control these memories.

I had to.

As we walked towards the main doors, I saw puddles of rich, scarlet blood pooling through the spaces and cracks of the stone ground. Gnats and flies buzzed busily around them, zipping around as if they were electrically energized. It left me with a sick feeling deep down into my gut.

As if we had been teleported we were now in the Great Hall. At the sight my stomach had had enough and promptly rebelled, sending to my knees. Sirius didn't seem to notice, and that was…strange. But then…what if he had been lying to me about everything? What if this was his last prank on me, in front of the entire school?

"No one could love you, you little piece of shit. You're a monster, and all monsters deserve nothing but hell and damnation."

I blinked away the memory, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and shakily stood up.

The Great Hall contained every member of Hogwarts. Every student, every Prefect, every professor, and every portrait. Blood ran down from their eyes and mouths, and each person was slumped bonelessly over a table. All the food was rotten with maggots squirming and wriggling through the sweets and blackened meats.

The flesh was rotted away on some students, and the bones smiled venomously at Sirius and I. Thick, dark red blood oozed down the corpses, down the seats, and dripped slowly onto the cold, stone floor. The air, besides smelling of death and blood, also smelled old and ancient, as if this had happened a hundred years ago. Cobwebs had webbed themselves into each open, rotten mouth, and every eye socket available.

I went to turn to Sirius, but then stopped and nearly screamed. Sirius' head was only being held by a thick, woolen, bloodied thread, and thin streaks of dark blood ran down from where the two pieces were meeting. His eyes were replaced by massive, gaping black holes that had thick, black sludge dripping down from each in streaks. He held out his hands stiffly, as if being controlled by strings from above. His hands and body were splattered with black sludge and dark crimson blood, and half his mouth was stapled shut. His head suddenly limply cocked to the left, and I could see the woolen thread was under stress on his right side.

"Welcome home, Remus. We've been expecting you for a very long, long time."

And suddenly that was the mantra spoken by every corpse in the room, spider webs remaining intact in every mouth. I stepped back as Sirius bloodied, cold hand brushed my cheek, leaving sludge smeared on it like muck. Black, hairy spiders suddenly burst through every web, spilling towards the floor. I was too sickened, too panicked to scream, and red and black flashed across my vision before there was nothing.

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I slammed my bedroom, gasping for air. He was coming. HE WAS COMING. I took out my wand and shut the windows tightly, making sure that he wouldn't be coming through them any time soon. I leaned carefully against the door, feeling the cold wood against my back. And suddenly it was shaking, making me jump. Oh shit. He was really going to kill me. He was really pissed this time.

"I'm sorry!" I screamed through the door, tears spilling over naturally. The door didn't stop shaking, didn't stop rattling away. I ran into my closet, flicking my wand to shut the doors. I shuffled over to the furthest away corner, sobs racking my body. He was going to kill me this time. He was going to get away with it too.

The door stopped rattling, and for a second I thought he was done. Suddenly, it was shoved open off its hinges by a powerful spell, and I knew it wasn't over. I curled into a ball, stowing away my wand so he wouldn't find it. He was going to find me, just like he always did. And I was really going to die this time.

"Remus, get your fucking ass right here! Come out you stupid, fucking bastard!" His voice thundered right outside the closet doors, and I cowered even more. He then laughed mercilessly; something like iron nails being dragged across a chalkboard.

"Oh. So now you're hiding like a bitchy little girl in the closet, is that it? How very brave of you Remus. Hor brilliantly brave of you. Now I'm gonna teach you a lesson that you'll never forget. No, you won't fucking ever forget, you fucker."

The closet doors crash in, and suddenly he's standing right there, in fucking front of me. His eyes are bloodthirsty and crazed, like a rabid animals right before a kill. I couldn't do anything but wait. Wait for my own blood to start pooling down onto the ground. Wait for the agonizing torture to begin, just like it did nearly every day of every week of every month of every year of my damned life.

Red sparks danced furiously at the tip of his deadly, willow wand, and then he shouted manically, "CRUCIO!" The red streak of light hit me like a Muggle rocket, racking my body with agonizing spasms. Pain beyond words or comprehension branded itself cruelly into my organs and skin.

"Again! Again!" he repeated, a wild glee shining in his eyes like wildfires. "Again! Again! Again!"

Again and again the torture played itself out on its bloodied stage, and again he forced the uncontrollable, agonizing spasms to rack my body and seize control of it for a few seconds. Each wave of pain grew more intense than the previous one, and every cell, every part of me screamed for a second of relief. I screamed out unconsciously that I was sorry, that I would try to change myself, that I'd try to control myself, but they fell to deaf ears. He never, ever stopped. He never did. Whenever he came towards me there would always be pain involved.

I lay in a pool of thick blood, of my own life liquid, body involuntarily shivering and sending agonized pain waves coursing throughout my entire system. He was done. He was finally done with his play for today. Tomorrow…no. Don't focus on the future. He bent over me, then sneered, "Next time, fuck a dirty, little cunt instead of another fucking faggot like yourself."

He spit, and then gave a hard, final kick to my already shattered ribs, making me wheeze in pain and gasp for air. He smiled a little at his handiwork, then walked out the doorway like this was an ordinary day, like this wasn't the wrong thing to do. But, it was just another day for the both of us. This was our normal, and there was no stopping it.

I crawled over to get my wand, ignoring the sickening squelches my body made as the open flesh was dragged across the splintered floor. Shadows tugged at my vision on the edges, but my hot tears erased them. My blood and tears mixed together, and whenever the salty tears hit a wound I hissed in air at the pain of salt meeting open flesh. I grabbed my wand, and healed myself, gasping for air as each bruise, each gash, each carving healed itself up. Skin knit together, leaving not a mark behind. Muscles married once again, and it was stunning how many times they had divorced each other.

At least he was done.

At least my father was done with what he did best.

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"-mus!...burning up…"

"Here, this…help him a little…"

Silence. Heavy, booming silence. Flashes of color. Hot, stickily hot, then freezing in the sudden ice that was everywhere. Pain exploded like bombs with every involuntary shiver, every tremor, every quake. Sounds morphed together. Black, then light grey that then faded into pure white. Shifting positions. Agony. Hot. Cold. He was burning. Agonizing flames covered everything, burning everything down and turning it into ash. Flames crawled over his body at such a slow rate, that a sloth would be able to have gotten out of that building without getting burned.

Was he even in a building?

He wasn't exactly sure where he was, actually. All he knew was that he was freezing now. Ice cold. Ice shards needled underneath his flesh and burst out, sending frost to cover his skin with its icy breath. Was it raining now? Liquid dropped down on him from above. It was hot. But how could it be hot when he was stuck in an avalanche?

"Remus, please…-n't just do…"

Sounds. It was all only just a bunch of sounds. Just like that agonized, hellish, harsh screaming. Shut up. Jesus. He was trying to…trying to what, exactly? He couldn't remember. His throat felt shredded and ripped apart for some reason. Red, hot flames licked at his flesh. Was this hell? Good. Good. Things were back on track, because all monsters are supposed to go to hell when they die, right? They all deserved damnation, right? Didn't somebody tell him that a long, long time ago? He thought so. He couldn't remember. Where the hell was he? What was going on? What…what…

Good. Agony. Screams of pain. Screams in every pitch seared into his mind. More voices, trying to be soothing. Flashes of red. Some weird coppery taste in his mouth. Sweet blackness followed.

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"Headmaster, will he be alright?"

"Of course he will. Just give him some time for his body to react to the transformation, and he'll be alright."

There wasn't anymore rain after that.