A/N: Just a few things I think you should know.

'blah'…means that Moony is talking. When I type Moony, I talk about the werewolf's thought, not Remus' thoughts.

'blah' …means that Remus is talking whilst in his werewolf form.  

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Chapter 5

His footsteps made echoes that ricocheted off every wall of the passageway. It was dark, too dark. Most wizards would have used a lighted wand to see their way through, however, because he was lycanthropic, he was more in tuned to the darkness, and he could see quite clearly, as if it were day. It was the only animal sense he kept as a human. Remus recognised every fine outline, every slit on the walls, every crevice, and every narrow sliver that let in the unforgiving moonlight.  Remus flinched away from the light, keeping in the shade. Any exposure to the moonlight would cause his body to morph. He could also feel the werewolf inside him squirm in his bowels, trying to become free, and wild. But Remus kept him within him, as he hurriedly made his way down the passageway. He couldn't let the werewolf free in the passageway, he could easily break free.

The archway of the door could be seen in the distance. Remus sighed in relief. It was becoming tiresome to hold the wolf inside.

But as Remus made his way through the corridor and to the door, he couldn't help having a nagging feeling. This was so familiar to him. Finally he reached the door, but as he was about to push it open, he froze.

 All in all, there were seven people who had known of his hideout. Albus and Poppy know of this passageway. As did Snape – unfortunately. He himself knew, and so had two of his best friends, now deceased. That left one other. 'Damn!' Remus thought as his hand slid down the door.

Sirius.

He was an animagus.

And only Remus knew.

He was a wanted…mur…no…criminal.

He knew of this bloody passageway.

He could get to Hogwarts – to Harry.

"Damn!" Remus cursed out loud. Should he tell Albus? Could he tell Albus? After all the precautions that had been set out for his safety, and the school's safety. After Albus had actually let him come to Hogwarts. He had broken many rules back then, often, he would spend the night with his three best friends, out in the Hogwarts grounds. Having adventures. Blatantly ignoring and breaking all rules set. Foolhardy. That's what he was back then, along with his best friends – who were illegal animagi. He had been that foolish, and guilty. Remus but a hand on his temples, he was starting to have a headache. 'I'll think about it in the morning.' He thought as he rubbed his temples.

Tiredly, he opened the door. Facing an old room he hadn't seen in years. Broken furniture, shattered glass, ripped curtains. This place was a mess, and it was now quilted with a layer of dust. What a pleasant room. Remus closed the door and locked it. It creaked noisily which annoyed Remus. He growled, incredibly reminiscent to that of a werewolf.

He sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Taking off his robes, he folded them and put them out of sight so that they wouldn't rip. His grey slacks and grubby loose shirt were all that clothed him. His hair was in a loose ponytail, gently rubbing on his shoulders. Sitting cross legged, he closed his eyes and bowed his head, undoubtedly waiting for the moon to finally bathe him.

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Not too far outside the Shrieking Shack, the village of Hogsmeade slept as soundly as possible. The fact that Azkaban's Guards – Dementors – roamed the streets did quite frankly annoy and scare the villagers. However, apart from these horrible creatures, a solitary animal rummaged through the rubbish bins, searching for any scrap of food that would last him the night. He was hungry, hell, he was starved. Just fur and bones. His wet black nose sniffed through much rubbish cans. Maybe there were a few scraps from children who didn't finish their supper that night. Or maybe, some of the Hogwarts students had thrown the odd sweet from Honeydukes away by accident.

The huge bear-like dog finally found something. Some old remnants of roast chicken and a half eaten steak pie. Oh, this scavenger was lucky tonight. He gobbled down what he could, anything that was edible and gave him strength for the night. Satisfied with the meal, the dog found a relatively clean puddle of water to drink from. It was at certain times like this that he was thankful that the people of Hogsmeade were relatively clean and environmentally friendly.

However, Autumn was definitely upon Scotland and with that, the temperature dropped and the heaven's opened every second hour. A raindrop fell instantly onto the black dog's head, wetting his fur. The dog would have to find shelter for the night. His fur was already a little matted; he wouldn't be able to deal with wet matted fur. The dog swivelled his head in every direction until its pale eyes fell upon a rather run down building. It was perfect.

The black dog bounded to the outskirts of the village and up the hill. He easily fitted through the bars of the gate and his feet padded down softly on the mossy overgrowth. All the windows and doors were boarded up, allowing no means of entrance. But the dog was cleverer, and after rummaging through a rather large prickly bush, he managed to find a gap, just big enough for him to fit through.

The dog kneeled down and fitted through gap easily. The bush then sprung back to its original position, blocking the entrance again. The dog's pale eyes adjusted to the darkness and he saw the cobwebs from the years of neglect to the house. Little light shone through, and even if it did, it was only in slices. The dog shook itself, instantly getting rid of the wetness in his fur.

'I can hide here until the morning. It'll be nice to get out of this body for a while.' The 'dog' thought. Sirius Black was about to go into his true form, however just as he was about to. He stopped. Something was…it was a scent…a very familiar one. One that he had known and memorised ever since he became an animagus and was able to use his nose like eyes. The dog's eyes widened. 'It couldn't be!' Padfoot silently followed the scent, the scent of nature with a little musk. The scent lead him to the living room. But he didn't enter; instead, he climbed a broken table and set his paw up against the wall, scampering up to where the air vent would have been.

He peered into the room. It took all his willpower not to actually bark out loud at what or…who he saw.

'Remus!'

Padfoot's pale eyes were drawn instantly to his best friend. He sat their, in the middle of the room, head down and eyes closed. The moonlight was now mere millimetres away from Remus, in a few seconds; it would come in contact with him.

Remus' eyes opened up wide. His amber orbs were on fire, blazing through the darkness. They were infernos that seemed like they would never go out. You were instantly drawn to them. The moonlight had made first contact. Stage one of the transformation had occurred.

His body went rigid. His limbs in rather obscure angles. His bones were emblazed. His joints were painful. His head was spinning, it was worse that vertigo. You could hear the sickening crack of his bones. They had broken in several places; his legs, his arms, his feet, his hands, his hips, his shoulder blades. An extremely painful looks swept across his face. It was a wonder he hadn't screamed out at the pain. This was probably just as worse as The Cruciatus Curse; The Unforgivable Curse of Pain. Stage two had now passed.

The bones had started to heal, and reshape themselves. They grew to several times that larger than humans. The Shoulder blades reformed into large menacing hackles. His fingertips grew large claws and they bled reverently. Remus' skull had also changed in shape. It was sharper and longer. His canines grew larger and his gums bled at the increase of size. He now had a snout and the fur was starting to grow on his face, his limbs, and his back. Stage three was complete.

Inside on the body, the mind and conscious that was Remus Lupin was pushed aside and in came that on a rampaging rage of a wild fully grown werewolf. Remus' vocal chords broke to that much lower that his voice. His throat was extremely painful and what would have been screams of pain came out as a growl of agony. Stage four was accomplished.

Where there was once a Remus Lupin, there was now a raged Moony.

Moony instantly growled out and started to destroy anything that was around him. Since Moony was now an animal, Padfoot could communicate with him. He could hear Moony's aggressive cries.

'Pain! I'm in so much pain! I need to rip, tear, kill…' he heard his low growls.

'Flesh! I want man-flesh! I need to taste their blood, and kill!...'

The werewolf violently ripped apart a sofa, breaking wood easily while it was clamped between his jaws. The wolf snarled, everything in hear was already destroyed. Nothing else here really could be devoured. Except for one thing.

Moony lifted his right paw and started to bite menacingly into it. He ignored the increased pain flashing through his body. He needed to do this, it was his nature to destroy things. And that also included him. If there was nothing to destroy, there was themselves. Such was the way that lycanthropy affected people.

'No! Stop that right now Moony!' Padfoot said and leapt down from his hiding spot. The werewolf instantly stopped and snapped his head in Moony's direction.

'New prey?' he growled.

'No, an old friend.' Padfoot replied, coming ever so slightly closer.

'Remus…'

'Don't say that name! He will not exist tonight.' Moony warned threateningly.

'Remus, fight it. You've done it before, you can do it now.' Padfoot said determinedly. Standing his ground.

'I warned you fool.' Moony's cold reply came back. He stood up defiantly, ready to attack Padfoot. His hackles were raised and his teeth were bared menacingly. Padfoot stepped closed and stared up at the amber eyes of the werewolf.

'I don't want to fight you Moony.' Padfoot told the werewolf.

'Well today isn't your lucky day, villain.' Moony snarled.  They started circling each other, their hackles being raised in competition. Eyes glaring at each other. Either one could lunge first. But Padfoot was hoping he wouldn't have to go that far. They continued circling each other, sizing up the other. Both were equal. Moony suddenly stopped. This was it.

He lunged forwards at Moony, claws ready to dig into the other canine's flesh. Teeth bared to rip the other dog apart. Padfoot braced himself, no matter what happened, he wouldn't hurt the other animal. Instead, he blocked himself. With the force of thunder, he was bowled over onto his side. The werewolf nearby. Padfoot looked up at Moony. Moony was ready to basically flog him to death. However, Padfoot dodged every one. He would roll to his side and escape the deadly claw. Padfoot finally managed to stand up and block himself properly. The fight went on between them, claws shooting as fast a bullets, and teeth ready to rip apart one another. However, Moony managed to strike a blow onto Padfoot, at his side. The dog howled at the pain. Moony approached, looking menacingly triumphant. If a werewolf could grin evilly, that's what Moony was doing.

'Hm…I could eat you, or turn you into something like me.' Padfoot heard him say.

'No!' came another voice. A familiar voice. Remus' voice.

'Remus!' Padfoot yelped.

'Shut up you! Stay out of it!' Moony growled back at the conscious now present.

'I will not let this happen!' Remus shouted back.

What happened next was slightly peculiar. It was an inner struggle. Remus was battling Moony internally. For possession of conscious thought. It was bazaar. The werewolf writhed as the internally battle took place. Padfoot just watched. The eyes were the gateway to the inside of one's soul. He could see the amber eyes turning from fiery amber to the usually warm eyes that Remus had. Moony could be heard being pushed back, Remus was winning possession of conscious thought.

Finally, the eyes were the warm amber Padfoot had known. Remus had control of all his thoughts and actions. Moony, the enraged werewolf was locked away, for now. The werewolf finally approached Padfoot, with a worried look on his face. The wound, Padfoot had at his side was bleeding. Without a second thought, Remus the werewolf started to lick the wound, cleaning it. It was a common knowledge that werewolves had healing powers only present in their werewolf form, never in human form.

Padfoot looked at the werewolf in surprise.

'Remus?'

'Quiet Padfoot. I'm only doing this because I want answers, so just stay put.' Remus growled.    

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A/N: Hiya! I'm proud that I actually updated this story quickly! I enjoyed writing this chapter! Sorry, if you were confused as to what was happening when 'Moony' the werewolf or 'Remus' the werewolf spoke. I know that you might be confused right now, but this is the only way I know how to express two voices in one body! And secondly, werewolves having healing powers is something I made up. I don't know if they actually do! I think I should do some research into it! And, about Remus' transformation, painful, no? I don't know if it actually happen like that, but that's how I imagine it to be like!

Gilana: Hey! Sorry, if I spelt your name wrong, this was just a spur of the moment shout out thank you thing! Thanks' for reading again! I'm sorry I took so long to update, but I'm glad you came back to read this fic!

Arra: I am so sorry, I didn't send this to you to beta, but I'm way too impatient! I like to just post things up! But I promise you, I will eventually find something for you to beta (and you'll get the joy or horror of reading my fics first)!

Pippin: This was a quick update wasn't it?!?! You should be proud of me! If you feel like rewarding me (hint) you can review and/or give me a sherbet lemon!

Poppy: My dear wife…I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (by the way…in case anyone of you are wondering…'tis an inner joke!)…but dearest…I REALLY DO LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ack…I've had too many sherbet lemons…