Chapter Two: Halloween, the Day of the Dead
I howled in agony. It was the full moon and I was transforming. It was a monthly change that I went through, but this time, I felt different. I was angry. There was something about tonight. I don't know. Maybe I was just a little upset to be separated from my friends. I hadn't seen them in a month.
I watched as my nose grew and grew into a snout and my body became covered in fur. I tried to breath out but it came out as a grunt. Then I felt those animalistic thoughts resurfacing in my head. Everytime, I tried to fight it but I had to be calm. I felt angry and I let it go...
'Where am I?"
"I need to get out of here!" I screamed in my head as I raced toward the door. I started to scratch and pound on it. It was no use though since it was made of iron.
"MUST BITE!" I muttered. I looked at my front paw and licked my lips. I bit myself. I wailed in pain. I kept biting myself. The pain was overwhelming, but the biting was satisyfing. I watched as tiny drops of blood escaped my arm. I curled my mouth into a smile. I lapped up the blood with my long tongue.
I began rampaging around the strange room looking for food and I found it. It was a small rat and I chased after it. For hours and hours it seemed to evade me but I finally caught it. I cornered the rat and grabbed at it with my paws and pinned it down. I opened my mouth wide when...
"Arrgghhh!" I said to myself. I was transforming back to my normal self. I looked at my hands. The fur was disappearing and I was holding a dead mouse. I threw it in surprise. I walked up the stairs feeling very tired. I was going to go lie down. But the next few moments were some of the worst moments in my life.
Two owls swooped into the room. One dropped a letter and the other dropped the Daily Prophet. I weakly picked up the newspaper.
"NOOO!!!" I screamed. "This can't be!"
The owls flew out in surprise. I didn't care though. I read the newspaper. Some business about Voldemort but I didn't care. Lily, James, and Peter were dead! Please! It can't be true! I fell to the ground and cried. I just lay there for several hours and cried. They were my only friends. And it was Sirius' fault too. After much effort, I picked myself up. I looked at the letter on the table. It was from Dumbledore.
Dear Remus,
I think you would have heard about Lily, James, and Peter. I am very sorry. Please, come down to the castle. We're going to have a memorial service to them.
Albus Dumbledore
I just couldn't go. I scribbled a short "No." on it and had my owl send it back.