Title of the story: The Mentalities of Werewolves
Summary: The Weasley Twins were glad to find someone who would willingly test their products. After all, they needed a second opinion and Ron was now out of the question. But their choice was not the best; the destruction of their family might ensue.
Rating: R for language and descriptive violence
Pain.
Darkness.
She could only feel pain, only could see darkness. Her bones ached, her face contracted into a new form, and her skin prickled something horrid. She let out a howl of pain, which slowly turned into a true howl of a wolf.
Her eyes searched frantically around her, and arched her back at the last sudden shoot of pain that went up her spine. She watched the familiar site of her hands changing form, turning into hideous paws. Suddenly she needed something.
Blood.
She let out another howl, and leapt at the bars, but as many times before, they stayed strong. She searched around, and growled at the prisoner she could see faintly many cells down. Even though there were many feet and two sets of enchanted steel bars between them he reeled back out of her site. With another howl she saw no one else around and she started to tear at the fur and skin that used to be her arm.
Short, petty little thing, isn't it? Well, great news! It's only the prologue. One of my rather large writing obsessions. At any rate, the next chapters I promise are loads longer. Sorry 'bout tha'… any way, hope you come back for Chapter One!