I screamed as thoughts of tearing, killing, shredding, and devouring
every person I knew floated through my mind. Vivid pictures swamped
through me. Blood every where. I licked my lips. Why did the necklace
hurt me now? Why didn't it protect me? I writhed at my own thoughts. I
needed air. I couldn't breathe. I was trapped. I was trapped in my own
mind. I was fine, fine until Sirius woke me up. Why did he wake me up?
Was he my friend? Did he know it would hurt me? I heard Remus howl. I
looked up and faced Remus. He looked the way he always looked on full moon
nights. Standing up-right on supremely large feet. Furry hands. His eyes
were glinted silver. His normally neatly combed dark hair was unruly. His
nose turned into a snout. His teeth were sharp and dangerous. A tail
behind him, but not gently wagging like Padfoot's. I covered my eyes with
my hands to realize that my hands resembled his. I stood. I was taller
then him as I was when we were both in a normal state. I wasn't quite so
furry, I observed, but my teeth were just as deadly.
He started advancing on Sirius, licking his lips hungrily. It took me a moment to realize he was going to get the prey and keep it for himself. I roared and rammed my head into his ribcage. He bit my arm in return. The lanky prey tried to get away while we were fighting, but I roared and jumped in front of him snapping my jaws angrily. I could smell his fear. I fed off of it and brought my teeth closer.
"It is called a tic tac," my prey said with light humor masked by fear. I wasn't in the mood for humor. I was hungry.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!" a new prey said walking in. This one was tall and wiry of frame. A lot of fur came down his chin. He was old. He was weak. I would skip the young fresh one this one time. I turned to attack him. He shot at me and Remus with two green blasts. We fell. The world became dark as I gasped for air again. Was I changing again? I liked the way I was. I was hungry. I wanted to eat the old geezer. Then I remembered his name. Al Dumb.Allbus Dumbbelldoor. "James, my name is Albus Dumbledore, not All-bus Dumbbell Door," he said looking me over. "Your thoughts are loud when you're a werewolf Overly telepathic creatures they are."
I wanted to be shot with a silver bullet. Let this be over with. Silver anything would kill me after a while. I wanted to eat my headmaster a moment ago. I am a terrible, terrible person because skipping over my headmaster I wanted to eat one of my best friends. I howled in shame realizing my throat wasn't equipped for that any longer. I was me. James the 'wizard'. I was "Prongs on Pointe." I had lost the blood lust. I was better. My necklace was warm, and I could tell it was weary. All the pain it had caused me didn't leave me wondering why it was warm and its stone was worn out slightly.
"Sorry, Professor, I was.not myself," I apologized. I looked around for Sirius to find that he had fainted.
"Yes, yes, I know," he said moderately skeptically. I shrank in fear. I knew for sure there had to be something in the rules about trying to eat your teacher. Although I wasn't anywhere near succeeding.they had to give me credit for that, right? I didn't even bite him.
"What's with Remus?" I asked looking at my friend who was coughing up what looked like blood. 'Whose blood?' I wondered.
"Wound," Dumbledore said with emotionless eyes.
"He's never done that before," I said.
"You've never hit his ribcage that hard before," Dumbledore said quietly.
"You knew?" I asked.
"I pick my timing to come in," he said with a twisted smile. "Sirius will be fine, give him some of this, he'll be a little tipsy, but he'll get better quickly," he said handing me a pink bottle.
"Sirius doesn't like pink," I stated studying the bottle.
"He's unconscious, he won't care about the color of his medication, James."
"Oh, yeah, right. Forgot, sorry."
"Give Mr. Lupin some of this," he said handing me another pink bottle, but this one was glowing. "It will make him stop coughing up his own blood, too much of that.coughing I mean, and he'll be fatally ill."
I nodded thinking that Remus doesn't like pink either.
"And this, Mr. Potter, is your medication," he said handing me a pink and red bottle. Geez, this guy was in love with pink potions.
"Um, sir, does it come in any other color?" I asked
"Yes, it comes in red and pink. Quite similar to the one your holding, just turn it around, and there it will be," he said as he left smiling. I grimaced at the three pink bottles I held in my hands. Dis. Gus. Ting. I decided to tend to Remus first, since Professor said his condition could leave him fatally ill. I took the cork off the glowing pink bottle and shoved the contents down Remus's throat before he had the chance to cough again. He swallowed it, and stood up shakily.
"You okay?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah," he said softly while shaking his head as though to clear it. "Do you think Padfoot will kill us, for, you know.trying to eat him."
"Well, no, he wouldn't.he loves us too much, besides.I have his antidote," I said smartly.
"True, you have to take your own, though. I will not go through that again. Ever. Again." I laughed.
"Well, it's a deal," I said as I put the red and pink bottle to my lips softly gulping the liquid within. It oddly tasted like Fruit Punch mixed with tequila. I choked as it left my throat feeling dry. In a few minutes I felt well enough.
I got up and walked over to Sirius. He would choke if I put this in his mouth.he's unconscious, he can't swallow it by himself. I had no clue what to do.
"Remus.how do we give him medication if he can't swallow exactly?" I asked.
"Did you read the label?" Remus asked. I always knew my friend was a genius. I scanned the label quickly.
"Oh, it's not a liquid.its smelling salts," I said trying to keep myself from laughter. Remus laughed for me.
"Smooth, Prongs. You realize if you put that in his mouth you would have killed him for sure?" he asked teasing me.
"Hey, I'm here to do everything but think," I said tartly.
"Well, you can always revive him, any time now would be wonderful," he said through laughter.
"I can do better," I said with a twisted smile. "Aquavedtis!" I said and a bucket of ice cold water appeared on my left.
"I thought you weren't here to think," Remus noted smiling broadly.
"I'm not." I stopped for a minute. "What's the spell for worms?"
"Worms? Why do you need worms?"
"To give him a panic attack."
"Tapeworms or just worms?"
"Worms, Remus. Just worms."
"Oh, well I know you can do better then worms. Think for a minute."
"I want worms, I don' t want to think," I said defiantly.
"Fine then, Nectarinda," he said smiling. I didn't like that smile.
"Nectarinda," I said quickly. A bucket of sticky nectar filled with maggots appeared. I smiled. My friend was right, as usual.
"I think he's ready for wake up time, do you?" I asked.
"Definitely," Remus said without hesitation. I took the bucket of ice water in hand while he took the nectar. We carefully poured it over our unconscious friend, and I held the salt under his nose for a moment. It took a while for him to react, but first he twitched, and then he screamed.
"AH, BLOODY HELL!!! I DIED AND WENT TO BLOODY HELL!" he screamed. Remus and I chuckled quietly. "I didn't know it was cold in hell," he noted. "Or sticky and tickling." We laughed harder and ran before he could notice anything else.
He started advancing on Sirius, licking his lips hungrily. It took me a moment to realize he was going to get the prey and keep it for himself. I roared and rammed my head into his ribcage. He bit my arm in return. The lanky prey tried to get away while we were fighting, but I roared and jumped in front of him snapping my jaws angrily. I could smell his fear. I fed off of it and brought my teeth closer.
"It is called a tic tac," my prey said with light humor masked by fear. I wasn't in the mood for humor. I was hungry.
"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!" a new prey said walking in. This one was tall and wiry of frame. A lot of fur came down his chin. He was old. He was weak. I would skip the young fresh one this one time. I turned to attack him. He shot at me and Remus with two green blasts. We fell. The world became dark as I gasped for air again. Was I changing again? I liked the way I was. I was hungry. I wanted to eat the old geezer. Then I remembered his name. Al Dumb.Allbus Dumbbelldoor. "James, my name is Albus Dumbledore, not All-bus Dumbbell Door," he said looking me over. "Your thoughts are loud when you're a werewolf Overly telepathic creatures they are."
I wanted to be shot with a silver bullet. Let this be over with. Silver anything would kill me after a while. I wanted to eat my headmaster a moment ago. I am a terrible, terrible person because skipping over my headmaster I wanted to eat one of my best friends. I howled in shame realizing my throat wasn't equipped for that any longer. I was me. James the 'wizard'. I was "Prongs on Pointe." I had lost the blood lust. I was better. My necklace was warm, and I could tell it was weary. All the pain it had caused me didn't leave me wondering why it was warm and its stone was worn out slightly.
"Sorry, Professor, I was.not myself," I apologized. I looked around for Sirius to find that he had fainted.
"Yes, yes, I know," he said moderately skeptically. I shrank in fear. I knew for sure there had to be something in the rules about trying to eat your teacher. Although I wasn't anywhere near succeeding.they had to give me credit for that, right? I didn't even bite him.
"What's with Remus?" I asked looking at my friend who was coughing up what looked like blood. 'Whose blood?' I wondered.
"Wound," Dumbledore said with emotionless eyes.
"He's never done that before," I said.
"You've never hit his ribcage that hard before," Dumbledore said quietly.
"You knew?" I asked.
"I pick my timing to come in," he said with a twisted smile. "Sirius will be fine, give him some of this, he'll be a little tipsy, but he'll get better quickly," he said handing me a pink bottle.
"Sirius doesn't like pink," I stated studying the bottle.
"He's unconscious, he won't care about the color of his medication, James."
"Oh, yeah, right. Forgot, sorry."
"Give Mr. Lupin some of this," he said handing me another pink bottle, but this one was glowing. "It will make him stop coughing up his own blood, too much of that.coughing I mean, and he'll be fatally ill."
I nodded thinking that Remus doesn't like pink either.
"And this, Mr. Potter, is your medication," he said handing me a pink and red bottle. Geez, this guy was in love with pink potions.
"Um, sir, does it come in any other color?" I asked
"Yes, it comes in red and pink. Quite similar to the one your holding, just turn it around, and there it will be," he said as he left smiling. I grimaced at the three pink bottles I held in my hands. Dis. Gus. Ting. I decided to tend to Remus first, since Professor said his condition could leave him fatally ill. I took the cork off the glowing pink bottle and shoved the contents down Remus's throat before he had the chance to cough again. He swallowed it, and stood up shakily.
"You okay?" I asked concerned.
"Yeah," he said softly while shaking his head as though to clear it. "Do you think Padfoot will kill us, for, you know.trying to eat him."
"Well, no, he wouldn't.he loves us too much, besides.I have his antidote," I said smartly.
"True, you have to take your own, though. I will not go through that again. Ever. Again." I laughed.
"Well, it's a deal," I said as I put the red and pink bottle to my lips softly gulping the liquid within. It oddly tasted like Fruit Punch mixed with tequila. I choked as it left my throat feeling dry. In a few minutes I felt well enough.
I got up and walked over to Sirius. He would choke if I put this in his mouth.he's unconscious, he can't swallow it by himself. I had no clue what to do.
"Remus.how do we give him medication if he can't swallow exactly?" I asked.
"Did you read the label?" Remus asked. I always knew my friend was a genius. I scanned the label quickly.
"Oh, it's not a liquid.its smelling salts," I said trying to keep myself from laughter. Remus laughed for me.
"Smooth, Prongs. You realize if you put that in his mouth you would have killed him for sure?" he asked teasing me.
"Hey, I'm here to do everything but think," I said tartly.
"Well, you can always revive him, any time now would be wonderful," he said through laughter.
"I can do better," I said with a twisted smile. "Aquavedtis!" I said and a bucket of ice cold water appeared on my left.
"I thought you weren't here to think," Remus noted smiling broadly.
"I'm not." I stopped for a minute. "What's the spell for worms?"
"Worms? Why do you need worms?"
"To give him a panic attack."
"Tapeworms or just worms?"
"Worms, Remus. Just worms."
"Oh, well I know you can do better then worms. Think for a minute."
"I want worms, I don' t want to think," I said defiantly.
"Fine then, Nectarinda," he said smiling. I didn't like that smile.
"Nectarinda," I said quickly. A bucket of sticky nectar filled with maggots appeared. I smiled. My friend was right, as usual.
"I think he's ready for wake up time, do you?" I asked.
"Definitely," Remus said without hesitation. I took the bucket of ice water in hand while he took the nectar. We carefully poured it over our unconscious friend, and I held the salt under his nose for a moment. It took a while for him to react, but first he twitched, and then he screamed.
"AH, BLOODY HELL!!! I DIED AND WENT TO BLOODY HELL!" he screamed. Remus and I chuckled quietly. "I didn't know it was cold in hell," he noted. "Or sticky and tickling." We laughed harder and ran before he could notice anything else.