Chapter 4 ~ Two can change together
August 26th
The month had passed quickly enough. Harry Ron and the twins were still out camping. After a week, however Mrs. Weasley caught them.
Strange things were happening too. Harry had shot up about six inches since his birthday. He now stood at a height of 5`11 inches, only two inches shorter then Ron. He was beginning to look more like Lily Potter and was starting to lose the appearance of James Potter. No one knew why.
But the four boys were still camping. it was their last day in fact. School was to start in a week and they had already got their supplies.
Just as the twins had predicted, Molly Weasley began to treat Ron like Percy. The only benefit Ron found out from being a Prefect was that he got new robes and an owl of his own. When he received his new barn owl Corwin, he promptly gave Pig to Ginny.
Their day was spent exploring the forest, Muggle style fishing and swimming. Nothing seemed to want to tamper with this perfect day. Although night came and turned the blue skies purple, roasting marshmallows and telling embarrassing family stories tied them over. The twins fell asleep at 9:30 after gorging themselves so full of candy, which allowed Harry and Ron to de-booby trap their bunks.
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". You see great-uncle Edwin wanted to make that boring family reunion for us kids. so he charmed his false teeth to do a tap dance. Mum unfortunately made him stop when she found out."
Harry loved hearing hilarious stories about the Weasley family. One time a seven-year-old George had went missing causing Fred to have a nervous breakdown saying that his twin was dead. Only to find George the next day fast asleep in the attic after drinking Charlie's summer homework. a Sleeping Beauty potion. Or the time after the twins first year when they cursed Ginny's hair to turn blue and that it wouldn't come out for over a month.
The night was surprisingly bright even though the moon had not yet risen. Not yet risen, not yet risen. Those thoughts seemed to repeat over and over in Harry's mind. A nuisance that just wouldn't go away. He longed to be outside. To stare at the moon, to share it's power.
"Hay Ron did you know that Moony will be turning into a Werewolf tonight?"
"It's the Full Moon tonight?"
"Yes. I just hope that Padfoot and Moony are alright".
"You're a worrywart, you know that!" Ron commented. "You already know that their fine".
Harry sighed that was the truth. Was he worrying too much? Was he going crazy or something? He really didn't care about that right now. All he cared about was the moon.
As if reading his mind, Ron snapped Harry back into reality "You want to go and watch the moon rise?"
"Sure why not"
They two friends ventured out into the night. The stars were shinning abnormally bright as if they were trying to tell them that something so big that it would change the course of history was about to take place. The forest was extremely quite. Not even crickets were daring to make a sound. They were both filled with foreboding as the moon rose into the sky. Harry stood transfixed, looking at the moon. As for Ron, he was also transfixed, but starring at Harry.
Harry howled in pain. He felt as if his skin was on fire and that his bones were snapping and reshaping themselves. He fell to his knees holding his head in his hands. Fur began to sprout out all over him.
"Ha. Harry?" Ron uttered a horrified whisper. He was watching his best friend transforming into a Werewolf before his very eyes.
The wolf let out a long mournful howl. Is sniffed the air and turned on Ron. Human, but there were more to be found within less the five miles. It turned and ran.
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Ron did the most irrational thing he could ever think of. he followed the wolf. It was Harry after all, but he had to make sure that his friend didn't hurt anybody. It was his duty. Tree branches whipped at his face and arms. Holes and roots grabbed at his feet. Oh god he had to run faster.
~ What can I do? What can I do? ~ Ron screamed at himself mentally. ~ I have to stop him. I have to keep him from hurting people! ~
This was an impossible situation. There was no way of stopping a Werewolf, especially if you're a human. Ron's heart was pounding and his head was spinning. All ideas on how to stop the Harry was flashing through his mind at a million miles a minute. Then it him. The smell of human blood was the only thing that could stop a Werewolf, but that was a suicide mission. The wolf would surly kill him if he did, since Harry was not in control of the beast. Still Ron knew he had to do it.
He withdrew a silver pocket-knife and as fast as he could slashed its blade across his palm. It burned so bad. It burned worse the having a red hot iron pressed to your hand. The wolf stopped and sniffed the air. It turned to find that the human boy had been pressuring it. Was this human really offering it's self to protect the others? It stayed where it was.
"Don't do it! If it means saving lives. then change me!"
The wolf stared at the boy. Change me? Was the child out of his mind? But then again it would kill the boy anyway if he didn't. It could be fun to have a partner in crime. Why not have a friend.
When the wolf bit Ron, he felt like he had been lit on fire. The world began to spin, then everything went black.
August 26th
The month had passed quickly enough. Harry Ron and the twins were still out camping. After a week, however Mrs. Weasley caught them.
Strange things were happening too. Harry had shot up about six inches since his birthday. He now stood at a height of 5`11 inches, only two inches shorter then Ron. He was beginning to look more like Lily Potter and was starting to lose the appearance of James Potter. No one knew why.
But the four boys were still camping. it was their last day in fact. School was to start in a week and they had already got their supplies.
Just as the twins had predicted, Molly Weasley began to treat Ron like Percy. The only benefit Ron found out from being a Prefect was that he got new robes and an owl of his own. When he received his new barn owl Corwin, he promptly gave Pig to Ginny.
Their day was spent exploring the forest, Muggle style fishing and swimming. Nothing seemed to want to tamper with this perfect day. Although night came and turned the blue skies purple, roasting marshmallows and telling embarrassing family stories tied them over. The twins fell asleep at 9:30 after gorging themselves so full of candy, which allowed Harry and Ron to de-booby trap their bunks.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
". You see great-uncle Edwin wanted to make that boring family reunion for us kids. so he charmed his false teeth to do a tap dance. Mum unfortunately made him stop when she found out."
Harry loved hearing hilarious stories about the Weasley family. One time a seven-year-old George had went missing causing Fred to have a nervous breakdown saying that his twin was dead. Only to find George the next day fast asleep in the attic after drinking Charlie's summer homework. a Sleeping Beauty potion. Or the time after the twins first year when they cursed Ginny's hair to turn blue and that it wouldn't come out for over a month.
The night was surprisingly bright even though the moon had not yet risen. Not yet risen, not yet risen. Those thoughts seemed to repeat over and over in Harry's mind. A nuisance that just wouldn't go away. He longed to be outside. To stare at the moon, to share it's power.
"Hay Ron did you know that Moony will be turning into a Werewolf tonight?"
"It's the Full Moon tonight?"
"Yes. I just hope that Padfoot and Moony are alright".
"You're a worrywart, you know that!" Ron commented. "You already know that their fine".
Harry sighed that was the truth. Was he worrying too much? Was he going crazy or something? He really didn't care about that right now. All he cared about was the moon.
As if reading his mind, Ron snapped Harry back into reality "You want to go and watch the moon rise?"
"Sure why not"
They two friends ventured out into the night. The stars were shinning abnormally bright as if they were trying to tell them that something so big that it would change the course of history was about to take place. The forest was extremely quite. Not even crickets were daring to make a sound. They were both filled with foreboding as the moon rose into the sky. Harry stood transfixed, looking at the moon. As for Ron, he was also transfixed, but starring at Harry.
Harry howled in pain. He felt as if his skin was on fire and that his bones were snapping and reshaping themselves. He fell to his knees holding his head in his hands. Fur began to sprout out all over him.
"Ha. Harry?" Ron uttered a horrified whisper. He was watching his best friend transforming into a Werewolf before his very eyes.
The wolf let out a long mournful howl. Is sniffed the air and turned on Ron. Human, but there were more to be found within less the five miles. It turned and ran.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ron did the most irrational thing he could ever think of. he followed the wolf. It was Harry after all, but he had to make sure that his friend didn't hurt anybody. It was his duty. Tree branches whipped at his face and arms. Holes and roots grabbed at his feet. Oh god he had to run faster.
~ What can I do? What can I do? ~ Ron screamed at himself mentally. ~ I have to stop him. I have to keep him from hurting people! ~
This was an impossible situation. There was no way of stopping a Werewolf, especially if you're a human. Ron's heart was pounding and his head was spinning. All ideas on how to stop the Harry was flashing through his mind at a million miles a minute. Then it him. The smell of human blood was the only thing that could stop a Werewolf, but that was a suicide mission. The wolf would surly kill him if he did, since Harry was not in control of the beast. Still Ron knew he had to do it.
He withdrew a silver pocket-knife and as fast as he could slashed its blade across his palm. It burned so bad. It burned worse the having a red hot iron pressed to your hand. The wolf stopped and sniffed the air. It turned to find that the human boy had been pressuring it. Was this human really offering it's self to protect the others? It stayed where it was.
"Don't do it! If it means saving lives. then change me!"
The wolf stared at the boy. Change me? Was the child out of his mind? But then again it would kill the boy anyway if he didn't. It could be fun to have a partner in crime. Why not have a friend.
When the wolf bit Ron, he felt like he had been lit on fire. The world began to spin, then everything went black.