Title: A Normal Night

Summary: Remus Lupin was just going to have a normal night, until he came across something he never hoped to see. Lupin's POV for now. This is my first "unhappy" story, as well as the first one I am posting. Constructive criticism is appreciated too, but please don't flame me!

It all started as a normal night for me. I had just started to go looking for some firewood for my fireplace, and then I smelt it.

Smelt it, I smelt that something was wrong. You see, the wolf in me works regardless of the full moon. I did what seemed to make the most sense, I ran toward the smell.

As I neared it, I recognized it as the smell of blood. It was fresh blood, from no more than 20 minutes ago. I thought that perhaps it was animal blood, and after all, many animals do live out here, so some will be killed. As I neared it, I realized that it was clearly human blood.

I saw a wand, and I picked it up. It belonged to a wizard. It smells like it, and it feels like it. I came nearer to the person, and they slowly came into view. I gasped in all horror.

No… This simply cannot be. I was shocked and all I could do for the next five minutes was stare. Just the very thought of it makes me cringe to this day,

The young boy of no more than 15 lying there, unconscious. His glasses were askew. Bruised and battered, bleeding heavily from the stomach. His eyes were dilated, cuts all over. I still did not want to believe this.

As much as I feared the truth, I had to do it. I moved the boys bands from his forehead, to reveal an oh so familiar lightning shaped scar. I gasped.

This… is the famous Harry Potter, lying there, on what seemed to be his deathbed. Immediately, questions filled my mind. Questions such as who, why, when, how? I checked for a pulse, hoping he was still alive.

The pulse is still there, though barely. I cried in half happiness and half fear. The pulse could go away any second. I listened closer though, and he was still breathing. I needed to go get some help, someone, and anyone.

I disaparated to Hogwarts, and I arrived right outside of Dumbledore's office.  I didn't know the password, so I just knocked. He answered the door with a rather puzzled look.

"What are you doing here Remus?" he asked me in a surprised voice. It is rather unusual to come in the dead of the night.

"Come, quick!" was all I could manage to say, still thinking about what I had come across just 15 minutes ago.

Dumbledore followed me back to where he lays there, dying. He gasped and started just as I had done.

 "Holy shit!" was all that he could say. And under the circumstances, those were actually rather wise words. I nodded in agreement.

"Is he… dead?" asked Dumbledore. His eyes were void of any of the usual twinkle they withheld. This must be the most serious I have ever seen him in my whole life.

"No, there is still a pulse" I replied. He looked relieved. "He needs immediate care, or he might not see tomorrow."

"Yes, I will take him with me," replied Dumbledore. "Please come around in the morning, I will have an update for you by then."

I headed into my house and forced myself to go to sleep, praying for Harry.