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Uh… no? I think I just did some sentence structure.
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Thursday night was the long awaited full moon. After supper (which is after dinner – it's like, a night time snack – around 9 or so), to which Donna and Remus did not attend, the three remaining Marauders made their way back to Gryffindor Tower, collected James' cloak, and then went down to the Whomping Willow, to await Remus, and his werewolf friend.
"All right! Tonight's the night we go adventuring! Woo! Are you psyched? I'm psyched!" Sirius exclaimed, getting his adrenaline pumped by jumping around. It was chilly that night, so he was actually jumping to get warm. The side affects were hyperness.
"Yes, you are psyched. And loud! Shut up, ok? If anyone's looking out their window to the tree or Filch comes – he'll be ticked off. So shut up, and get back under the damn cloak!" James hissed.
"James?" Peter said, looking at James with a confused, questioning look, "Do you think Donna can sense us as we wait for Remus – when they come, I mean. Or how about when we're with Remus inside the shack? Think she can smell us?" He looked worried. She might tell on them.
"Maybe she can smell you Peter, but –" Sirius was interrupted.
"Shut up, Sirius! And lower your voice." James growled, "I'm not sure Peter. I think Remus would have told us if they could sense us or if she's questioned him. From all I know, we're safe and – stop moving, Sirius! Jeez! Wait, here they come. Sit. Stay. Good boy." James cooed, petting Sirius' head unconsciously. It didn't seem as though Sirius minded… He was a dog for a reason you know…
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Earlier in the Hospital Wing, Remus and Donna were lying on their beds, getting frustrated at their constant pains. The two school nurses had tried to get them to eat, but were only met with snarls, angry gestures, and bad mouthing. Being this close to a full moon didn't make a werewolf very polite, and gentle. Donna even threw her applesauce at Madam Wong, her nurse, exclaiming things along the lines of: "I eat meat you fool! Meat! What the f*** is this? Crap! Utter and complete shit! Get out of my face! And take this mushed up crap with you!"
The nurses let them be for the rest of the evening after dinner. It was a very wise choice of theirs.
"This sucks beyond anything imaginable. What could be worse than this every month?" Remus asked, cursing beneath his breath. They just got their food taken away. They were too messy that evening, and the nurses thought that any more food might make them possessive of it. Not a good thing to take away a wolf's food at that stage.
"This every week?" Donna responded, a weak smile playing on her lips.
"Well, even though it's horrible – a part of me is glad that I'm not alone. That was even more unbearable. No one knew how I felt. My friends sympathized with me. Teachers gave me less homework around now, and M. Jean Vocher," he was Remus' nurse, "let me talk to him whenever I needed to. But it still wasn't like it is now. I don't feel so alone, you know what I mean?" Remus asked, looking at Donna who was now scratching her leg.
"I guess so. I've always had someone to change with in a way, so I don't know about the alone thing. But my parents let me talk to them if I need to. I don't – not very often. I don't want to burden them, and I'm, truthfully, sort of embarrassed by it." Donna and Remus usually talked before going out. They both knew how old they were when they got bit, and where it happened. Remus had told Donna more than she told him. That was Remus' way of letting her know she could trust him. It took her over a year to actually talk to him about her lycanthropy, and her childhood – other than what he knew from before she was bit. Donna was a good friend; she hung out with them as much as her dorm mates did. She was one of them. But this one small flaw caused her to box herself up, and hurt anyone that tried to help her. "Remus? Have you ever gotten any weird mail?" She now looked expectant, but at the same time, tentative, and unsure of the topic.
"Weird mail? What do you mean?" He questioned. Sure, he got some junk mail from some companies, but he set them straight. Sirius helped him there.
"From people who some how found out what we are. Asking you to join 'their side of the fight'?"
"Uh, yes – now that you mention it. But they've stopped. I could sense when it's from them – nasty smell it had – so I stopped opening them. I burned them. Maybe they have some sort of senses on them – a spell of sorts. And they found out that I wasn't even reading them. All I know is that they stopped. A load of rubbish – that's what it was."
"Hmm. I've read them. They make it sound as if we have a gift. A gift! How utterly stupid is that?" She gave a bitter laugh. "My letters are becoming more frequent now, though. I get at least one a week. All signed 'Lord Voldemort'…" She dropped her gaze, and looked as if she were ready to strike Voldemort down.
"Voldemort?" Whatever Remus was expecting, it wasn't this. Maybe this is what was getting her down. If he helped her through this, maybe he could get her back into the loop. "He's written to you personally? Go see Dumble –"
"No! He said I couldn't. Bad things'll happen if I do. I'll do what you did. They'll stop – right?" She looked hopeful at Remus.
"I don't know Donna," He felt so bad for shooting her down, but lying to her wouldn't help her situation. "I stopped opening mine pretty early on… Now Voldemort wants you personally. If there's anything I can do to help you…"
"No. My life is ruined." She pounded her fist on the bed. "All I have left is the love of my parents and owl." She started to lightly cry. Remus realized that this is the furthest that they've ever gotten in their discussions about her family life. He didn't want to push her, so he let her go on at her own pace. "I bit my sister – did you know that? I did. She died before she even knew it was me who did it. I nearly mauled her, Remus. My own sister. My kin." She looked away from him. "I was too animal to even think of whom it was I was attacking. I remember everything, though. Everything. It was my first transformation…" She was now sobbing. Remus, being the complete gentleman he is, got to her bed, and held her as she cried. "She died of blood loss or something. Rubbish. She died because of me. I killed my 5-year-old sister… I killed." She went on crying for another half an hour before her sobs sub sided.
Madam Wong, and M. Jean Vocher, the nurses, came and whisked them away to their hideout. Once they reached the Whomping Willow, M. Vocher gave his little speech:
"Now, it 'as been a year since we 'ave been 'ere." He started, his French accent coming through, "Remember – no contact wit each udder. I don't want to learn of any were-babies, or find eider of you dead. Dose are de only two consequences of finding each udder, dat we know of. Go on now. We will see you bot' in de morning. Bonne nuit et bonne chance." (A/N: Good night, and good luck) They went in, Donna to her quarters, Remus to his friends in his quarters.
"I can smell you guys, come on out. It'll happen soon." Remus said looking at the corner they were in.
They revealed themselves, Sirius with a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"Were-babies, eh? I never knew that. We never were here so early for Monsieur Jean Vocher's little speech… Say Remus – why don't you – "
"Shut up Sirius, and change" James cautioned as Remus sat on the bed, and began to look as though he were in pain, which he evidently was.
And so they all did. They wandered fields, and the forests of Hogsmeade a little bit as Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Nothing exciting happened on this outing. Just the usual ruckus making in the Shack, and chasing each other around the outskirts of Hogsmeade, with Peter either on Sirius' back, hanging for dear life; or on Prongs'…er, prongs, gripping tight.
Near dawn, they headed back to the shack. Remus met up with Donna, and noticed how worn out, and scratched she looked. They headed back to the castle, and back up to the Hospital Wing as the sun started showing it's face over the Hogwarts grounds. Owls went back to bed, and little birds awoke, singing cheerfully; blissfully unaware of the pain that two students went through the ending night.
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Once back in the Hospital wing…
Donna and Remus went to their beds, and had the nurses draw their curtains shut. Madam Wong went with Donna, trying to heal her wounds to the best of her ability, and M. Vocher to Remus.
"Well, Monsieur Lupin. I've not found many a bruise upon you dis morning. Why 'ave you not 'ad many? 'Ave you found un way to stop le scratching, et biting?" Try as he may, his think accent came through.
"Uh – no. I just try to… rest. That is," he continued, seeing confusion and disbelief upon the nurse's face, "Um… I think calming thoughts. I stay, uh, stay… er, optimistic! That's the word I was looking for!" He tried to smile, not to his avail. It came out a very forced, unsure smile.
"Optimism, eh? Maybe, if possible… You can 'elp Madam Kensington wit 'er transformations, aussi?" He questioned. There may be a possibility of what Remus said being true. What other reason could there be? He did not know, as he wasn't one of them.
"Uh – sure." Remus answered, mentally hitting himself. He knew little French, but he could guess what certain words were, depending on when and where they were placed in his sentences.
"Bien. Well, bravo M. Lupin. Après la Dreamless Sleep Potion, I do believe dat you may go back to your tower pour le remainder du la jour. I apologize once more for my l'Anglais, je m'excuse, again. I am still getting used to it. I am still speaking – what did you call it?" M. Vocher asked.
"Uh, Frenglish? Or Franglais?" Remus answered, smiling a little at his sentences. They'd become near friends since Remus' first year. Madam Wong was brought in a couple years ago for Donna, after she was bitten. M. Vocher was brought in from France once they learned of Remus' condition. He was the most skilled nurse that they could get at that time who could deal with Remus.
"Oui, oui. Franglais. Well, 'ere you go. Drink all of de Potion, M. Lupin."
After that, Remus drank, and fell asleep: dreaming of nothing, thinking of nothing, and best of all – feeling nothing. Nothing could compare to how you felt when your mind was completely empty after a tiring night of roaming, and painful transforming. It was exactly what Remus and Donna needed to get some rest; and so rest they did.
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Thank you's!
Now, I doubt any of you have noticed, but I corrected my last document… I meant to spell puss as pus. One s. Not two. No wonder whenever I read it over before I posted I thought something was terribly wrong… Well, I revised it! It is as it should be now!!
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So thanks for reading all my chapters everyone! And I hope you enjoyed this one! Voldemort's a comin! Run for the thicket! AHHH!!!
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