Werewolf-Part 2-Remus' POV
I knew what would happen to her after that. I went to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures to try and change their minds, but they had already decided. When I was in the trial I realised also, what date it was. The full moon. I had to get somewhere safe, away from people. I should have been brave enough to stay. I could have attacked the executioner once I had transformed, but I wasn't brave enough. I went down the road to the Leaky Cauldron, and asked if I could have a room. At least locked in there I couldn't hurt anyone. I just hoped Tom would understand about the furniture. The moon shone through the window, round and silver, I could never understand people who liked to look at the moon and stars. The moon was my enemy. I felt the familiar prickling sensation on my arms and legs as fur began to grow. Then I howled.
In the morning I walked slowly down the stairs for breakfast, feeling terrible. I was exhausted and my arms were scratched and bitten. Just walking was painful. I sat down at a table and ordered breakfast. When Tom, who owned the pub served me he just put the plates on the table and walked away very quickly without a word. I hate all the predudice against me. I isn't my fault. I've got used to it though. I had almost forgotten about Harriet! I paid for my food and room, then ran out into the street. When I got to the Committee building I saw two deep scratches in the door. I immediately recognised that they were made by a werewolf. Harriet had escaped! I used a simple charm to point which direction Harriet had gone. I apparated a little way at a time, stopping to check I was still going the right way. Eventually I found her. She had stopped to try and wash the blood off her hands.
"Harriet," I said and she looked up. "I can't believe it. You escaped from the Committee. You're alive!" Although Harriet had come to me for help only a few days ago it seemed as if I had known her for a long time. I suppose it was because we were both werewolves. It had always been something I had to keep secret: I had never met another one before.
"I think we should go to see a friend of mine now." I paused. I had to explain to her, otherwise she would panic when she found out who he was. "He is erm.Sirius Black the escaped mass-murdered, except he's innocent really: it wasn't him". I expected Harriet to be confused and ask me how I could be certain that he was innocent, but she didn't. I suppose that after what the ministry tried to do to her she doesn't trust them to ever get anything right. I decided that as it was only the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures that we were hiding from, not one of the major departments, that it would be safe to use the public transport. Once we reached the main road I stuck out my right arm. Immediately the Knight Bus appeared, purple and gleaming.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, transport for any stranded witch or wizard. Where would you like to go?"
"Hogsmeade please" I said quietly. I didn't want to attract attention to myself. I had been doing it for years. Of course it had never worked it the end.
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"Remus." said James. "There's something me and Sirius have to ask you." I half guessed what it was.
"I'll have to ask you plainly" said Sirius. "Remus- are you a werewolf." I hesitated, but now they had found out I couldn't really lie.
"Yes." I replied. "I am."
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When the Knight Bus stopped outside the Three Broomsticks I paid Stan Shunpike twenty-four sickles, and walked off. I waited until the bus had gone before turning around and heading to the cave where Sirius was hiding. Once I got there I called through the entrance,
"It's me, Moony, can I come in? I've got someone with me if that's OK."
"Fine. Come in!" I went into the cave. "Well who are you then?" Sirius asked Harriet.
"I am Harriet Kestrel Rivers. Mr Lupin is helping me hide. And I already know who you are. You're Sirius Black, the escaped mass-murderer." Harriet plainly didn't particurlaly like Sirius then.
"Yeah, well," replied Sirius, "It's a long story but I promise I won't kill you. OK?" He grinned mischeviously. He really hasn't changed much since school.
"Did Remus say you were in hiding too?" he added more seriously.
"Padfoot," I interrupted, "Harriet is a werewolf too. I'll tell you all about it later."
"Ok, Harriet. Don't worry, I've got nothing against werewolves myself. Having been friends with Moony here for so long, how could I be! I won't tell anyone, so don't worry. Your secret is safe with me!" He winked, but it really wasn't amusing.
"Sirius." I warned him. "It isn't funny." I remembered very well what it was like when someone else know your most terrible secrets.
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Snape. He'd been wondering for a long time where I disappeared to every month, and why. He was always trying to listen in on our conversations, and talk to the others, trying to get them to accidentally tell him. One day, after he'd been pestering Sirius, Sirius tried to pay him back.
As I was in my transformed state, I wasn't really in a position to observe what happened. This is what James told me: Sirius told Snape that he could go down a tunnel to see were I went. He told him how to get past the Whomping Willow. Of course, if he'd got to me I would have seriously injured him at the very least. James went after him. He just got to the Shrieking Shack in time. Severus was opening the door at the end of the tunnel. James pushed him away and ran in front of him. I sprang forwards at James, and made a deep scratch in his arm with my hands-I mean claws-. That's what I feel worst about, with being a werewolf. At the full moon I would have killed my best friend if I had the chance. If he hadn't been so brave and quick I probably would have killed him or Snape, and then I would have been expelled, and possibly in the same situation as Harriet. Anyway, after that Snape knew what I was, and he threatened to tell everyone else. Luckily he didn't at first, he prefered to have power over me. He constantly spoke about it to frighten me. I was terrified of what everyone would say when they knew.
"I can't believe Dumbledore let a werewolf come to Hogwarts" he said. "You're an embarassment to yourself, as well as everyone else". And it was true. I hated myself for being what I was. Finally after several days of this Sirius found out and told Dumbledore. Snape promised not to tell anyone but I didn't trust him.
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"Harriet," Sirius said. "My god-son is in the'back room'. He's a bit older than you. Why don't you go and talk to him?" He pointed to a narrow opening at the back of the cave and Harriet walked through it.
I knew what would happen to her after that. I went to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures to try and change their minds, but they had already decided. When I was in the trial I realised also, what date it was. The full moon. I had to get somewhere safe, away from people. I should have been brave enough to stay. I could have attacked the executioner once I had transformed, but I wasn't brave enough. I went down the road to the Leaky Cauldron, and asked if I could have a room. At least locked in there I couldn't hurt anyone. I just hoped Tom would understand about the furniture. The moon shone through the window, round and silver, I could never understand people who liked to look at the moon and stars. The moon was my enemy. I felt the familiar prickling sensation on my arms and legs as fur began to grow. Then I howled.
In the morning I walked slowly down the stairs for breakfast, feeling terrible. I was exhausted and my arms were scratched and bitten. Just walking was painful. I sat down at a table and ordered breakfast. When Tom, who owned the pub served me he just put the plates on the table and walked away very quickly without a word. I hate all the predudice against me. I isn't my fault. I've got used to it though. I had almost forgotten about Harriet! I paid for my food and room, then ran out into the street. When I got to the Committee building I saw two deep scratches in the door. I immediately recognised that they were made by a werewolf. Harriet had escaped! I used a simple charm to point which direction Harriet had gone. I apparated a little way at a time, stopping to check I was still going the right way. Eventually I found her. She had stopped to try and wash the blood off her hands.
"Harriet," I said and she looked up. "I can't believe it. You escaped from the Committee. You're alive!" Although Harriet had come to me for help only a few days ago it seemed as if I had known her for a long time. I suppose it was because we were both werewolves. It had always been something I had to keep secret: I had never met another one before.
"I think we should go to see a friend of mine now." I paused. I had to explain to her, otherwise she would panic when she found out who he was. "He is erm.Sirius Black the escaped mass-murdered, except he's innocent really: it wasn't him". I expected Harriet to be confused and ask me how I could be certain that he was innocent, but she didn't. I suppose that after what the ministry tried to do to her she doesn't trust them to ever get anything right. I decided that as it was only the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures that we were hiding from, not one of the major departments, that it would be safe to use the public transport. Once we reached the main road I stuck out my right arm. Immediately the Knight Bus appeared, purple and gleaming.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, transport for any stranded witch or wizard. Where would you like to go?"
"Hogsmeade please" I said quietly. I didn't want to attract attention to myself. I had been doing it for years. Of course it had never worked it the end.
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"Remus." said James. "There's something me and Sirius have to ask you." I half guessed what it was.
"I'll have to ask you plainly" said Sirius. "Remus- are you a werewolf." I hesitated, but now they had found out I couldn't really lie.
"Yes." I replied. "I am."
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When the Knight Bus stopped outside the Three Broomsticks I paid Stan Shunpike twenty-four sickles, and walked off. I waited until the bus had gone before turning around and heading to the cave where Sirius was hiding. Once I got there I called through the entrance,
"It's me, Moony, can I come in? I've got someone with me if that's OK."
"Fine. Come in!" I went into the cave. "Well who are you then?" Sirius asked Harriet.
"I am Harriet Kestrel Rivers. Mr Lupin is helping me hide. And I already know who you are. You're Sirius Black, the escaped mass-murderer." Harriet plainly didn't particurlaly like Sirius then.
"Yeah, well," replied Sirius, "It's a long story but I promise I won't kill you. OK?" He grinned mischeviously. He really hasn't changed much since school.
"Did Remus say you were in hiding too?" he added more seriously.
"Padfoot," I interrupted, "Harriet is a werewolf too. I'll tell you all about it later."
"Ok, Harriet. Don't worry, I've got nothing against werewolves myself. Having been friends with Moony here for so long, how could I be! I won't tell anyone, so don't worry. Your secret is safe with me!" He winked, but it really wasn't amusing.
"Sirius." I warned him. "It isn't funny." I remembered very well what it was like when someone else know your most terrible secrets.
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Snape. He'd been wondering for a long time where I disappeared to every month, and why. He was always trying to listen in on our conversations, and talk to the others, trying to get them to accidentally tell him. One day, after he'd been pestering Sirius, Sirius tried to pay him back.
As I was in my transformed state, I wasn't really in a position to observe what happened. This is what James told me: Sirius told Snape that he could go down a tunnel to see were I went. He told him how to get past the Whomping Willow. Of course, if he'd got to me I would have seriously injured him at the very least. James went after him. He just got to the Shrieking Shack in time. Severus was opening the door at the end of the tunnel. James pushed him away and ran in front of him. I sprang forwards at James, and made a deep scratch in his arm with my hands-I mean claws-. That's what I feel worst about, with being a werewolf. At the full moon I would have killed my best friend if I had the chance. If he hadn't been so brave and quick I probably would have killed him or Snape, and then I would have been expelled, and possibly in the same situation as Harriet. Anyway, after that Snape knew what I was, and he threatened to tell everyone else. Luckily he didn't at first, he prefered to have power over me. He constantly spoke about it to frighten me. I was terrified of what everyone would say when they knew.
"I can't believe Dumbledore let a werewolf come to Hogwarts" he said. "You're an embarassment to yourself, as well as everyone else". And it was true. I hated myself for being what I was. Finally after several days of this Sirius found out and told Dumbledore. Snape promised not to tell anyone but I didn't trust him.
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"Harriet," Sirius said. "My god-son is in the'back room'. He's a bit older than you. Why don't you go and talk to him?" He pointed to a narrow opening at the back of the cave and Harriet walked through it.