1 Chapter 4
Harry was very nervous as he made his was to the shrieking shack. Remus and He had become close friends now and so they talked often. Having a common problem really brought them together. Remus had said that because Harry was so young, wolfsbane would not work on him, and so the next day would be VERY painful when they awoke from their transformation.
Harry found a stick and hit the knot on the tree and the branches stopped flailing around. Harry climbed down the tunnel and began to slowly make his way to the shack, all the while having horrible pains shooting up and down his spine.
"Alright Harry, the process will start soon. We just have to wait." Said Remus once he had seen to make sure the trap door was locked.
At about 10 P.M. (A/N: I have no idea if the time is real, I don't know. Hey P.M. are my initials.) Harry started to gasp in pain. It felt worse than when Voldemort had put Crucio on him. His bones felt like they were on fire, and he felt like he was being twisted like a pretzel. His jaw stretched and in a matter of moments he lost all sense of his human self.
Remus P.O.V.
Harry looked to be in a lot of pain. The first time is always bad. It becomes easier as you transform more and more. I watched as Harry's back started to curve and he fell onto all fours. When we were done, we were two werewolves covered in fur and sharp teeth. I had taken Wolfsbane earlier and so I still had some sense of who I was, but poor Harry had no clue. He was tearing at the walls and himself, because he couldn't find anything else to draw blood from. I just sat down in a corner and watched. I never had seen a transformation other than my own and so I watched in horror as Harry started to get more vicious with himself. He started to run into things ripping up the couch, and he tore more and more fur out of himself with each passing moment. Finally he started to quiet down because of the energy used and the loss of blood. He would be really sore in the morning, and I am glad that I never have to do that again.
Normal P.O.V.
It was the morning after, and when Harry awoke he felt worse than if a truck had hit him. He was covered in scratches and cuts and he felt too sore to move. He was in a lot of pain and when Remus touched his shoulder to see if he was awake, Harry whimpered a bit like a hurt animal. About an hour later, after he had painfully taken Harry to the couch and slowly dressed him, they walked or in Harry's case limped, to the front doors of the school where Albus Dumbledore and Madame Pomphrey stood.
Harry was very nervous as he made his was to the shrieking shack. Remus and He had become close friends now and so they talked often. Having a common problem really brought them together. Remus had said that because Harry was so young, wolfsbane would not work on him, and so the next day would be VERY painful when they awoke from their transformation.
Harry found a stick and hit the knot on the tree and the branches stopped flailing around. Harry climbed down the tunnel and began to slowly make his way to the shack, all the while having horrible pains shooting up and down his spine.
"Alright Harry, the process will start soon. We just have to wait." Said Remus once he had seen to make sure the trap door was locked.
At about 10 P.M. (A/N: I have no idea if the time is real, I don't know. Hey P.M. are my initials.) Harry started to gasp in pain. It felt worse than when Voldemort had put Crucio on him. His bones felt like they were on fire, and he felt like he was being twisted like a pretzel. His jaw stretched and in a matter of moments he lost all sense of his human self.
Remus P.O.V.
Harry looked to be in a lot of pain. The first time is always bad. It becomes easier as you transform more and more. I watched as Harry's back started to curve and he fell onto all fours. When we were done, we were two werewolves covered in fur and sharp teeth. I had taken Wolfsbane earlier and so I still had some sense of who I was, but poor Harry had no clue. He was tearing at the walls and himself, because he couldn't find anything else to draw blood from. I just sat down in a corner and watched. I never had seen a transformation other than my own and so I watched in horror as Harry started to get more vicious with himself. He started to run into things ripping up the couch, and he tore more and more fur out of himself with each passing moment. Finally he started to quiet down because of the energy used and the loss of blood. He would be really sore in the morning, and I am glad that I never have to do that again.
Normal P.O.V.
It was the morning after, and when Harry awoke he felt worse than if a truck had hit him. He was covered in scratches and cuts and he felt too sore to move. He was in a lot of pain and when Remus touched his shoulder to see if he was awake, Harry whimpered a bit like a hurt animal. About an hour later, after he had painfully taken Harry to the couch and slowly dressed him, they walked or in Harry's case limped, to the front doors of the school where Albus Dumbledore and Madame Pomphrey stood.