Four people stirred in the dead of night. They rose up out of their beds and walked down the huge, ominous corridor. They could not be seen. They snuck out, past the boundaries of the great turreted castle. Nobody spoke. They knew it was time.
Just then, the full moon appeared and its bright light illuminated the four figures. Suddenly, three blasts of blinding light burst forth, as there began the torturous sounds of ultimate human suffering. The unearthly howls filled the surrounding forest
and echoed through the halls of the great castle. Gradually the human screams began to take on an eerie animalistic tone, until only the fierce snarls of a crazed wolf were heard.
Then four animals emerged--a handsome white stag, a gigantic dog, a tiny mouse, and a vicious wolf. The four animals, free to roam the countryside, scampered and frolicked, yet all the while keeping within sight of the wolf. They were not afraid of him,
as any other soul would have been. They knew well the seemingly mad glint in its eye.
Most beings would see only viciousness and savageness in the eyes of this wolf, but the mouse, dog and stag looked beyond. They saw the profound sadness, the look of neverending suffering and despair in those same eyes. The person trapped beneath those eyes was someone whom very few could see. It would never occur to any common person, what lies in the depths of a werewolf's heart.
This is the prologue to Moony, which is the actual story. I don't know exactly what will happen, to be honest, but the story of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs seemed fascinating to me, and I decided to start a story. This is only my first attempt, so judge as you will.
~Anastasia Lupin ~
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