Without pause or hesitation, Padfoot charged through thorny bushes and
thickets trying desperately to catch his friend's scent. The forest seemed
oddly hushed and devoid of life this night. The only sound that reached
Sirius' ears was the furious beating of his own heart.
The wolf was running too, trying desperately to ignore the emptiness inside
him. The werewolf was a sight to behold - a mixture of metals melding
together to form a flawless killing machine. Golden eyes and steel coated
legs.shining silver armors his back, head and tail. Along the whole of his
muscular body was a sprinkling of white hair. It glistened gently in the
night - like snow.
The wolf was not having fun. Nothing enraged the beast more than the
immense feeling of abandonment he was experiencing right now. After many
failed hunting attempts the werewolf finally decided to feast on the only
blood he could reach - his own. Somehow the pitiful creature managed to
break the skin between his shoulder blades. The beast roared with rage as
he twisted his massive neck, trying desperately to reach the river of
crimson nectar flowing down his back.
Passion suddenly overcame the wolf and so he howled. Howled out all the
emotion Remus hides as a human. A chilling harmony of regret, loss, anger,
and confusion over-laid with a bitter hopelessness.
Padfoot skidded to a halt and pricked his ears at the dark, melodic cry.
There was no doubt that it was Moony. Sirius turned and started at a dead
sprint towards the East - towards the sound. It was then that Black noticed
the once coal black sky was becoming a deep blue color.
The wolf is not known for patience. Soon the beast was enraged and
snarling. Small forest animals scurried away before him. He was blinded by
a senseless anger, trying with all his might to tackle sturdy trees and
rocks, desperate to do anything to show his worth to the world. The wolf
had to conquer something - beat and bloody something, anything.
Once again Moony was left with only one option - to destroy himself.
Soon the once hauntingly beautiful animal was a torn and heaving mess,
barely standing and freely bleeding. This is how Sirius found him.
Wild yellow met tame chocolate brown as Moony and Padfoot locked eyes. A
warning growl was clearly audible. Black wisely chose to give the werewolf
space and settled down on the opposite side of the small clearing. Two
accusing eyes shone green from the shadow of the tree the wolf laid
underneath, panting heavily.
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Black as he remembered how tough the
Changes were when Remus was upset or tense.
The two canines eyed each other warily as Moony's breathing slowed to a
comfortable rate. Sirius struggled to keep himself alert as the moon took
her sweet time going down.
A soft whining reached Padfoot's ears and he knew the time was at hand. A
shudder rushed through his form at the mere thought of The Change. He
unconsciously shut his eyes tightly - trying to block out the memory.
Black's eyes shot right back open, though, as the real thing began only a
few meters away.
Sirius was shocked at the intensity of the wolf's first yelps of pain. He
longed to go comfort his friend, but it was not safe yet and common sense
held him at his post.
The yelps became half-human cries of agony as the werewolf's bones began to
snap and shift position. Moony's fur was thinning and snout quickly
receding. A low moan that almost sounded like Remus came from the creature
as four stout paws stretched to become human hands and feet.
Tears sprang to Padfoot's eyes as he thought - "I did this to him. This is
all my fault. I did this, I did this ."
Finally the external change was done, although the internal adjustments
were still being made. Remus, naked and bleeding, rolled violently on the
forest floor as vital organs changed size and shape within him.
For a few seconds all was still as Lupin's breaths were cut short by the
shift and replacement of his lungs. It was then that Sirius sensed that
something was wrong. With the transformation complete, Black was human and
at Remus' side in the blink of an eye.
He shrugged off his cloak and covered the shivering form as best he could.
Lupin was in a very bad way. He coughed harshly and painfully, wincing at
the awful sound. He was frantically clutching at his chest and gasping for
air, he looked almost as if he were drowning. It was terrifying to see. His
usually steady eyes were wide and bright with panic. This only unsettled
Black even further as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his
friend. His eyes pierced the surrounding woods as if the answer to all his
questions could be found there among the trees.
From what he recalled, Remus never found it very difficult to breathe after
the Change. Sure, he was always a little winded . but not like this. Remus
seemed to be having an asthma attack. That would make sense . except that
Lupin had never before had asthma in his life! Perhaps he was in shock and
hyperventilating?
Suddenly Sirius remembered the incident back at the house in the workout
room. Maybe it was the same sort of thing. Maybe it would pass just as
quickly this time. But all hope of that vanished as he gazed back down at
the werewolf. Remus' breaths had become shorter and shallower and his eyes
were closed.
Something inside him told Sirius that soon Lupin would stop breathing
altogether.
Quickly brandishing his wand as if from nowhere, Black struggled to recall
a spell that would help Remus. But he could think of none.
~~~~~*~~~~~
A/N - Please excuse the long wait! I've had awful writer's block as of
late. ~_~
Thank you for reading. Reviews are welcome! Please don't flame. I know it's
short but at least it's something! And now that school's over you can
expect more updates shortly - maybe even tomorrow. ^_^
thickets trying desperately to catch his friend's scent. The forest seemed
oddly hushed and devoid of life this night. The only sound that reached
Sirius' ears was the furious beating of his own heart.
The wolf was running too, trying desperately to ignore the emptiness inside
him. The werewolf was a sight to behold - a mixture of metals melding
together to form a flawless killing machine. Golden eyes and steel coated
legs.shining silver armors his back, head and tail. Along the whole of his
muscular body was a sprinkling of white hair. It glistened gently in the
night - like snow.
The wolf was not having fun. Nothing enraged the beast more than the
immense feeling of abandonment he was experiencing right now. After many
failed hunting attempts the werewolf finally decided to feast on the only
blood he could reach - his own. Somehow the pitiful creature managed to
break the skin between his shoulder blades. The beast roared with rage as
he twisted his massive neck, trying desperately to reach the river of
crimson nectar flowing down his back.
Passion suddenly overcame the wolf and so he howled. Howled out all the
emotion Remus hides as a human. A chilling harmony of regret, loss, anger,
and confusion over-laid with a bitter hopelessness.
Padfoot skidded to a halt and pricked his ears at the dark, melodic cry.
There was no doubt that it was Moony. Sirius turned and started at a dead
sprint towards the East - towards the sound. It was then that Black noticed
the once coal black sky was becoming a deep blue color.
The wolf is not known for patience. Soon the beast was enraged and
snarling. Small forest animals scurried away before him. He was blinded by
a senseless anger, trying with all his might to tackle sturdy trees and
rocks, desperate to do anything to show his worth to the world. The wolf
had to conquer something - beat and bloody something, anything.
Once again Moony was left with only one option - to destroy himself.
Soon the once hauntingly beautiful animal was a torn and heaving mess,
barely standing and freely bleeding. This is how Sirius found him.
Wild yellow met tame chocolate brown as Moony and Padfoot locked eyes. A
warning growl was clearly audible. Black wisely chose to give the werewolf
space and settled down on the opposite side of the small clearing. Two
accusing eyes shone green from the shadow of the tree the wolf laid
underneath, panting heavily.
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Black as he remembered how tough the
Changes were when Remus was upset or tense.
The two canines eyed each other warily as Moony's breathing slowed to a
comfortable rate. Sirius struggled to keep himself alert as the moon took
her sweet time going down.
A soft whining reached Padfoot's ears and he knew the time was at hand. A
shudder rushed through his form at the mere thought of The Change. He
unconsciously shut his eyes tightly - trying to block out the memory.
Black's eyes shot right back open, though, as the real thing began only a
few meters away.
Sirius was shocked at the intensity of the wolf's first yelps of pain. He
longed to go comfort his friend, but it was not safe yet and common sense
held him at his post.
The yelps became half-human cries of agony as the werewolf's bones began to
snap and shift position. Moony's fur was thinning and snout quickly
receding. A low moan that almost sounded like Remus came from the creature
as four stout paws stretched to become human hands and feet.
Tears sprang to Padfoot's eyes as he thought - "I did this to him. This is
all my fault. I did this, I did this ."
Finally the external change was done, although the internal adjustments
were still being made. Remus, naked and bleeding, rolled violently on the
forest floor as vital organs changed size and shape within him.
For a few seconds all was still as Lupin's breaths were cut short by the
shift and replacement of his lungs. It was then that Sirius sensed that
something was wrong. With the transformation complete, Black was human and
at Remus' side in the blink of an eye.
He shrugged off his cloak and covered the shivering form as best he could.
Lupin was in a very bad way. He coughed harshly and painfully, wincing at
the awful sound. He was frantically clutching at his chest and gasping for
air, he looked almost as if he were drowning. It was terrifying to see. His
usually steady eyes were wide and bright with panic. This only unsettled
Black even further as he tried to figure out what was wrong with his
friend. His eyes pierced the surrounding woods as if the answer to all his
questions could be found there among the trees.
From what he recalled, Remus never found it very difficult to breathe after
the Change. Sure, he was always a little winded . but not like this. Remus
seemed to be having an asthma attack. That would make sense . except that
Lupin had never before had asthma in his life! Perhaps he was in shock and
hyperventilating?
Suddenly Sirius remembered the incident back at the house in the workout
room. Maybe it was the same sort of thing. Maybe it would pass just as
quickly this time. But all hope of that vanished as he gazed back down at
the werewolf. Remus' breaths had become shorter and shallower and his eyes
were closed.
Something inside him told Sirius that soon Lupin would stop breathing
altogether.
Quickly brandishing his wand as if from nowhere, Black struggled to recall
a spell that would help Remus. But he could think of none.
~~~~~*~~~~~
A/N - Please excuse the long wait! I've had awful writer's block as of
late. ~_~
Thank you for reading. Reviews are welcome! Please don't flame. I know it's
short but at least it's something! And now that school's over you can
expect more updates shortly - maybe even tomorrow. ^_^
