The next day passed all too fast for Remus, who after his final class, was lead out to the whomping willow by Madame Pomfrey whie the other students proceded to the Great hall for dinner. He prodded the knot on the tree with a long stick as Madame Pomfrey headed back to the castle. The branches relaxed and stoppped moving as a tunnel opened up at its base, and it was into this dark tunnel that Remus decended.
The tunnel lead to a small, miserbale shack in the village of Hogsmede, a shack which no humna dared to enter...everyone at the school and in the village thought it was severly haunted by a dangerous spook. But all they were really hearing was the terrible transformation and aftermath of that transformation, brought on each month by the full moon.
But Remus didn't mind the transformations as much now. Not since his three best friends had discovered how to become animagi...and succeeded. Now he wasn't so alone on those nights with the full moon, and they always managed to have some sort of adventure. James and Sirius turned into large enough animals to keep him in check, and Peter was small enough to prod the knot of the willow, so it all worked out. And he couldn't wait for tonight's adventure.
Up at the castle, in the Great Hall, Sirius, James and Peter had just gotten up from the table, claiming they had to go to the library to do some History of Magic homework. In all reality, they would just be doubling back, onto the grounds to transform. They ignored Lily and Camerane's suspiscious looks as they hurried out the doors and up the hallway. They were about to turn back when Sirius pulled the other two to a stop.
"What?" Peter asked.
"Look. What's this?"
"It looks like fur," James said, glancing at the clump of pitch black, coarse hair. "Someone's animals probably got in a fight."
"No, this looks like wolf's hair," Sirius stated, looking closely at it.
"Not again," Peter moaned. "You're still caught up on that theory of yours?" Sirius was about to argue but a loud clattering noise stopped all of them.
"C'mon," James hissed, leading them around the corner, towards the noise. A large suite of armor lie scattered across the floor, but whatever had knocked it down didn't seem to be nearby. Another suite of armor could be heard being knocked to the floor up the stairs and the trio followed the noises, finding little patches of black fur here and there. Suddenly it wasn't armor that they heard, but the wimpering of a person...someone pleading.
"Please, let me go...I'll turn myself in. Please..." A loud growling broke them off. The three boys peeked around the corner, but a large mass, part wolf, part what appeared to be human, blocked their sight from whoever it was cowering in front of the window. But much to their amazement whoever it was had suddenly changed into a polecat, trying to escape by running underneath the half transformed werewolf.
But it was too quick for him and with a single lunge it had the pole cat in its jaws andthe polecat was fllung out the open window like a ragdoll. It was then the haf transformed wolf saw the three heads. All their eyes met, and for a second they stayed glued to each other.
"Oh my god, its going to attack us," Peter breathed, panicing. But to all their surprise, it climbed onto the windowsill and jumped. James and Sirius ran forward (Peter was too afraid to move) looking out the window, where, to their shock, it was still alive, and running down towards the willow. The boys pulled their heads back into the catsle and just looked at each other, shocked. Hogwarts had a second werewolf. And it had just comitted murder.
The tunnel lead to a small, miserbale shack in the village of Hogsmede, a shack which no humna dared to enter...everyone at the school and in the village thought it was severly haunted by a dangerous spook. But all they were really hearing was the terrible transformation and aftermath of that transformation, brought on each month by the full moon.
But Remus didn't mind the transformations as much now. Not since his three best friends had discovered how to become animagi...and succeeded. Now he wasn't so alone on those nights with the full moon, and they always managed to have some sort of adventure. James and Sirius turned into large enough animals to keep him in check, and Peter was small enough to prod the knot of the willow, so it all worked out. And he couldn't wait for tonight's adventure.
Up at the castle, in the Great Hall, Sirius, James and Peter had just gotten up from the table, claiming they had to go to the library to do some History of Magic homework. In all reality, they would just be doubling back, onto the grounds to transform. They ignored Lily and Camerane's suspiscious looks as they hurried out the doors and up the hallway. They were about to turn back when Sirius pulled the other two to a stop.
"What?" Peter asked.
"Look. What's this?"
"It looks like fur," James said, glancing at the clump of pitch black, coarse hair. "Someone's animals probably got in a fight."
"No, this looks like wolf's hair," Sirius stated, looking closely at it.
"Not again," Peter moaned. "You're still caught up on that theory of yours?" Sirius was about to argue but a loud clattering noise stopped all of them.
"C'mon," James hissed, leading them around the corner, towards the noise. A large suite of armor lie scattered across the floor, but whatever had knocked it down didn't seem to be nearby. Another suite of armor could be heard being knocked to the floor up the stairs and the trio followed the noises, finding little patches of black fur here and there. Suddenly it wasn't armor that they heard, but the wimpering of a person...someone pleading.
"Please, let me go...I'll turn myself in. Please..." A loud growling broke them off. The three boys peeked around the corner, but a large mass, part wolf, part what appeared to be human, blocked their sight from whoever it was cowering in front of the window. But much to their amazement whoever it was had suddenly changed into a polecat, trying to escape by running underneath the half transformed werewolf.
But it was too quick for him and with a single lunge it had the pole cat in its jaws andthe polecat was fllung out the open window like a ragdoll. It was then the haf transformed wolf saw the three heads. All their eyes met, and for a second they stayed glued to each other.
"Oh my god, its going to attack us," Peter breathed, panicing. But to all their surprise, it climbed onto the windowsill and jumped. James and Sirius ran forward (Peter was too afraid to move) looking out the window, where, to their shock, it was still alive, and running down towards the willow. The boys pulled their heads back into the catsle and just looked at each other, shocked. Hogwarts had a second werewolf. And it had just comitted murder.