We were in the great hall, Remus, Sirius, and I half heartedly cheering for
the new Gryffindors while the rest were cheering with all their might.
Peter's parents had had him transferred to another school for wizardry, and
I found that I hardly noticed the group's pet was missing. I searched for
one of Gryffindor's prefects
. "Syndi, may I be excused?" I asked her gently.
"Just don't get yourself in trouble, okay, Jamsie?" se said as she looked at me carefully. So, my reputation precedes my appearance.
"Promise," I said as I crossed my fingers behind me. Sirius and Remus howled with laughter as I walked out. "You're looking lovely today, Esmi," I said to the portrait that covered the Gryffindor commons. Every time I saw her she had gained more weight, but she was still thin enough to be considered lovely.
"Thank you, James. But I still need your password," she drawled with a rich southern accent
. "Figged monkeys," I said with a smile. "Close enough." The portrait swung open and I sank comfortably into a chair in the Commons. No ballet, no silence-freak of a mother. 'Why is it that when you don't have something you hate it consumes you and you end up missing it so?' I asked myself. No, no time for philosophical thinking. I'd have that and worse tomorrow. I needed to think about schemes, schemes to make my enemies miserable, and believe me, I have a ton of enemies. I pulled out a quill and a sheet of parchment. I fingered my necklace gently remembering tomorrow was Blood Lust, and I would miss it as usual. I trembled at the thought of being a dangerous, blood thirsty killer. I knew I could turn into a stag, but a werewolf I've never been. I fell off of the chair to my knees as images of killing those dear to me and eating both their flesh and bone. I've had these images before, but never this strong. I felt like tearing the necklace from me as it felt as though it seared the flesh around my neck. Claws appeared and disappeared without sign of the full-moon.
"Adolescence may make his wolf-emotions run haywire," my father had said last time he had seen me. My canines enlarged themselves and shrank back to a normality. I was lucky dinner wasn't over yet. I panted out of pain and a lust for blood that wasn't being delivered. The nymph parts of me fought back making me think of a calm stream. The werewolf was stronger bringing in the image of a stag, my counter creature, and me taking it down. I cried out in sheer agony as my brain fought a war against itself. The portrait flew open.
"James, are you all right?" Sirius asked. I shook my head shivering, and then I somehow came into a pure heat.
"Hormones, not even that can protect him," Remus noted looking at the necklace. "I heard screaming," a new but familiar voice said. It took moments for me to register it to Lily's.
"The necklace. It is making him fight himself, he'll die if it isn't off soon," Remus figured calculating everything. He reached for the necklace and I snarled menacingly. He whimpered at my reaction to his help. Yes, I was the dominant. I was alpha. The necklace was mine. 'He'll die if it isn't off soon,' Remus had said. If this is how death feels.I drifted off as I realized someone had touched my necklace. I bit the hand realizing it was Remus's, I let go quickly, and slunk into a shadow in the corner. Remus howled in pain but kept his anger in check, I'm guessing or he would have already changed. It became harder and harder to breathe, and the world around me was getting darker by the second.
"What's going on here?" another new voice stated. McGonagall.
I covered my ears with my hands which were going haywire exposing claws and retracting them.
"James, he's gone mad," Lily stated concerned. Gee, thanks Lily, darling. I love you too. Those were my last thoughts before I was out cold.
. "Syndi, may I be excused?" I asked her gently.
"Just don't get yourself in trouble, okay, Jamsie?" se said as she looked at me carefully. So, my reputation precedes my appearance.
"Promise," I said as I crossed my fingers behind me. Sirius and Remus howled with laughter as I walked out. "You're looking lovely today, Esmi," I said to the portrait that covered the Gryffindor commons. Every time I saw her she had gained more weight, but she was still thin enough to be considered lovely.
"Thank you, James. But I still need your password," she drawled with a rich southern accent
. "Figged monkeys," I said with a smile. "Close enough." The portrait swung open and I sank comfortably into a chair in the Commons. No ballet, no silence-freak of a mother. 'Why is it that when you don't have something you hate it consumes you and you end up missing it so?' I asked myself. No, no time for philosophical thinking. I'd have that and worse tomorrow. I needed to think about schemes, schemes to make my enemies miserable, and believe me, I have a ton of enemies. I pulled out a quill and a sheet of parchment. I fingered my necklace gently remembering tomorrow was Blood Lust, and I would miss it as usual. I trembled at the thought of being a dangerous, blood thirsty killer. I knew I could turn into a stag, but a werewolf I've never been. I fell off of the chair to my knees as images of killing those dear to me and eating both their flesh and bone. I've had these images before, but never this strong. I felt like tearing the necklace from me as it felt as though it seared the flesh around my neck. Claws appeared and disappeared without sign of the full-moon.
"Adolescence may make his wolf-emotions run haywire," my father had said last time he had seen me. My canines enlarged themselves and shrank back to a normality. I was lucky dinner wasn't over yet. I panted out of pain and a lust for blood that wasn't being delivered. The nymph parts of me fought back making me think of a calm stream. The werewolf was stronger bringing in the image of a stag, my counter creature, and me taking it down. I cried out in sheer agony as my brain fought a war against itself. The portrait flew open.
"James, are you all right?" Sirius asked. I shook my head shivering, and then I somehow came into a pure heat.
"Hormones, not even that can protect him," Remus noted looking at the necklace. "I heard screaming," a new but familiar voice said. It took moments for me to register it to Lily's.
"The necklace. It is making him fight himself, he'll die if it isn't off soon," Remus figured calculating everything. He reached for the necklace and I snarled menacingly. He whimpered at my reaction to his help. Yes, I was the dominant. I was alpha. The necklace was mine. 'He'll die if it isn't off soon,' Remus had said. If this is how death feels.I drifted off as I realized someone had touched my necklace. I bit the hand realizing it was Remus's, I let go quickly, and slunk into a shadow in the corner. Remus howled in pain but kept his anger in check, I'm guessing or he would have already changed. It became harder and harder to breathe, and the world around me was getting darker by the second.
"What's going on here?" another new voice stated. McGonagall.
I covered my ears with my hands which were going haywire exposing claws and retracting them.
"James, he's gone mad," Lily stated concerned. Gee, thanks Lily, darling. I love you too. Those were my last thoughts before I was out cold.