The Growing Pains of Remus Lupin
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own, don't sue, don't flame =D
If someone is willing to Beta for me, please let me know at melinda-89@msn.com, gracias.
A/N: This is my first Fanfic, so please be gentle! Comments would be greatly appreciated! They ARE what keep me goin'!
*asterisks* mean thoughts
Chapter One: Remembrance
A cold and dark night was present in the thick boardered woods, a thin mist hanging over the ground. In the year of 1968, a young boy was out on the full moon. Brown eyes flecked with gold looked nervously around. His mother had always told him to stay clear of the woods, but since he was lost he really didn't have a choice. A snap of a twig was enough to draw Remus Lupin's attention back to reality, and he whipped around to where he heard the distraction. "H-hello?" came his stuttering voice, which seemed to ring in the chilling silence. An unwelcome breeze whisped a few rogue strands of his light brown hair into his pale visage. It was then when he saw it.
A rather large, brown, wolf-like figure appeared out of the nearby thicket, silent as the night itself. Remus felt his heart start to beat rapidly and could have sworn the sound was enough to draw the werewolf closer. He felt himself subconciously backing away, trying to remember his mother's voice in his head. *"Now, Remus, if you ever encounter a werewolf alone, be sure to stay still and don't move."* Well, it was too late for that. He felt the soft 'thud' of his back and a nearby tree trunk contacting, and he jumped in suprise.
The wolf let out a low growl and approached him closer, his muzzle tilted hellwards. The yellow eyes never left Remus, sending shivers down the boy's spine. Soon enough they were face to face, and it was then he realized that the wolf was about the same size as him. Too afraid to move, the boy just stood where he was, backed against a tree with a dangerous dark creature a mere few inches away. He could hear the distant voice of his mother crying out his name. He suddenly started to panic, if possible, even further than before.
*Oh God, what if she comes closer? What if the wolf goes after her? She doesn't know...*
He heard the familiar snap of twigs for the second time that night, signalling his mother's approaching footsteps. He felt an adrenaline rush as he heard his mother's voice more clearly through the thich misty air. Now was the time to do something, anything, as the wolf turned to face the new figure. He slowly made to move away from the dark creature infront of him, but as soon as he did the wolf snapped back at him, baring his teeth dangerously. His mother was now in veiw, and the thing Remus was dreading happened. She screamed.
"No!"
Without a second thought, the boy sped as fast as he could away from the werewolf, just barely missing it's fury, and headed to his mother. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away as much as he could from the wolf until she got the message and followed next to him. Suddenly, Remus' foot found a protruding root from a nearby tree, and he fell forward with a soft 'thud' on the cold ground. Apparently his mother hadn't noticed, because he could hear her footsteps growing more distant by the second.
He must have hit something, because his vision was starting to blur, and he started to feel numb. Maybe it was the mist around him, or maybe it was from the stress and the fall altogether. Whatever it was, he still felt horrid. His heart beating a mile a minute, his vision fading rapidly, and to top it all off a cold sweat taking over him, making him feel feint. He tried to sit himself up on his knees, but was only able to groan and collapse back on the ground.
But then...
The growling came closer, he could hear the padding of paws on the earth around him. All he could do was prey that the low hanging mist covered him from sight, yet he knew his ragged breathing was sure to allure the wolf his way. Sure enough, he could hear the low breathing of the creature just inches from his ear. He shivered involuntarily, closing his eyes tightly. This was it, he would never see his mother again...he would never see another day.
A harsh scream echoed throughout the thick woods that night, as the full moon shone brightly over the treetops.
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Remus woke with a start, panting jaggedly. He glanced around in alarm, a cold sweat once again taking over him. The Gryffindor Common Room...that meant it was another flashback. He sighed deeply, rubbing his tired eyes as he stood up from the overstuffed common room chair he was reclining in. The book on his lap spilled to the floor, and he realized he must have been reading when he dozed off.
He shook the remaining thoughts of the dream from his mind. It was 1976, eight years later, and yet the night's events still remenisced to him. The stair railing met his extended hand as he blindly made his way up the stairs to the boy's dormatories, the other hand running over his face. He opened the door slowly so as not to wake any of his fellow roommates. "Thanks for waking me, guys," he muttered crossly as he made his way to his bed. He took a seat on the fourposter, loosening his tie and setting it on the nightstand nearby. He set his elbows on his knees and put his forhead in his hands.
"When will this end...?"
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A/N: Yay! Sorry this chapter was a little short...but I just had to get things up and running. Please let me know how I'm doing, this is my first time actually WRITING a FF. Also, I'm not recruiting for a beta reader! Full credit and all, you know the deal.
##---Styx---
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own, don't sue, don't flame =D
If someone is willing to Beta for me, please let me know at melinda-89@msn.com, gracias.
A/N: This is my first Fanfic, so please be gentle! Comments would be greatly appreciated! They ARE what keep me goin'!
*asterisks* mean thoughts
Chapter One: Remembrance
A cold and dark night was present in the thick boardered woods, a thin mist hanging over the ground. In the year of 1968, a young boy was out on the full moon. Brown eyes flecked with gold looked nervously around. His mother had always told him to stay clear of the woods, but since he was lost he really didn't have a choice. A snap of a twig was enough to draw Remus Lupin's attention back to reality, and he whipped around to where he heard the distraction. "H-hello?" came his stuttering voice, which seemed to ring in the chilling silence. An unwelcome breeze whisped a few rogue strands of his light brown hair into his pale visage. It was then when he saw it.
A rather large, brown, wolf-like figure appeared out of the nearby thicket, silent as the night itself. Remus felt his heart start to beat rapidly and could have sworn the sound was enough to draw the werewolf closer. He felt himself subconciously backing away, trying to remember his mother's voice in his head. *"Now, Remus, if you ever encounter a werewolf alone, be sure to stay still and don't move."* Well, it was too late for that. He felt the soft 'thud' of his back and a nearby tree trunk contacting, and he jumped in suprise.
The wolf let out a low growl and approached him closer, his muzzle tilted hellwards. The yellow eyes never left Remus, sending shivers down the boy's spine. Soon enough they were face to face, and it was then he realized that the wolf was about the same size as him. Too afraid to move, the boy just stood where he was, backed against a tree with a dangerous dark creature a mere few inches away. He could hear the distant voice of his mother crying out his name. He suddenly started to panic, if possible, even further than before.
*Oh God, what if she comes closer? What if the wolf goes after her? She doesn't know...*
He heard the familiar snap of twigs for the second time that night, signalling his mother's approaching footsteps. He felt an adrenaline rush as he heard his mother's voice more clearly through the thich misty air. Now was the time to do something, anything, as the wolf turned to face the new figure. He slowly made to move away from the dark creature infront of him, but as soon as he did the wolf snapped back at him, baring his teeth dangerously. His mother was now in veiw, and the thing Remus was dreading happened. She screamed.
"No!"
Without a second thought, the boy sped as fast as he could away from the werewolf, just barely missing it's fury, and headed to his mother. He grabbed her arm and pulled her away as much as he could from the wolf until she got the message and followed next to him. Suddenly, Remus' foot found a protruding root from a nearby tree, and he fell forward with a soft 'thud' on the cold ground. Apparently his mother hadn't noticed, because he could hear her footsteps growing more distant by the second.
He must have hit something, because his vision was starting to blur, and he started to feel numb. Maybe it was the mist around him, or maybe it was from the stress and the fall altogether. Whatever it was, he still felt horrid. His heart beating a mile a minute, his vision fading rapidly, and to top it all off a cold sweat taking over him, making him feel feint. He tried to sit himself up on his knees, but was only able to groan and collapse back on the ground.
But then...
The growling came closer, he could hear the padding of paws on the earth around him. All he could do was prey that the low hanging mist covered him from sight, yet he knew his ragged breathing was sure to allure the wolf his way. Sure enough, he could hear the low breathing of the creature just inches from his ear. He shivered involuntarily, closing his eyes tightly. This was it, he would never see his mother again...he would never see another day.
A harsh scream echoed throughout the thick woods that night, as the full moon shone brightly over the treetops.
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Remus woke with a start, panting jaggedly. He glanced around in alarm, a cold sweat once again taking over him. The Gryffindor Common Room...that meant it was another flashback. He sighed deeply, rubbing his tired eyes as he stood up from the overstuffed common room chair he was reclining in. The book on his lap spilled to the floor, and he realized he must have been reading when he dozed off.
He shook the remaining thoughts of the dream from his mind. It was 1976, eight years later, and yet the night's events still remenisced to him. The stair railing met his extended hand as he blindly made his way up the stairs to the boy's dormatories, the other hand running over his face. He opened the door slowly so as not to wake any of his fellow roommates. "Thanks for waking me, guys," he muttered crossly as he made his way to his bed. He took a seat on the fourposter, loosening his tie and setting it on the nightstand nearby. He set his elbows on his knees and put his forhead in his hands.
"When will this end...?"
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A/N: Yay! Sorry this chapter was a little short...but I just had to get things up and running. Please let me know how I'm doing, this is my first time actually WRITING a FF. Also, I'm not recruiting for a beta reader! Full credit and all, you know the deal.
##---Styx---
