A/N: This is story is based on the descriptions of the Marauders in JKR's third book. I hope you like. PLEASE REVIEW!! Your opinions really help.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to JKR but I created their childhood personalities.
Chapter One: The Runaway's Bite
"Where have you been?" the fuming man roared as he heard the door slam from the kitchen.
"At the creek." Remus called back as he began up the flight of stairs.
"Don't walk away from me! Come down here now!" He slowly turned and faced his father. "Now tell me again where you were all day," he said, his voice now calmer.
"Like I said, the creek"
"Alone?" There was an awkward silence lasting several minuets.
"No." His voice could barley be heard and he knew his father disapproved. "I was with Dylan.
"THAT MUGGLE!" his father's face turned a vibrant red. "How many times have I told you to stay away from him? He's going to realize out who we are!"
"He will not!"
"Don't argue with me boy! He will find out, and I don't need to go through the extra trouble to put a memory charm on him"
"Dylan is the only friend I have since we moved!"
"I forbid you to speak to him!"
Remus gathered up all of his courage and slowly said, "How are you going to stop me?" His father's hand lifted suddenly and struck Remus across the face. Tears stung his eyes as he gave one last look at his father and ran, faster and harder then he had in a long, long while. He tore through the back yard, into the new unexplored forest, the world around him blurred by his tears. A black cloak flew behind him and caught on branches until his foot caught on a root jutting out of the ground and he fell to his knees, dirt spraying in his face. He didn't even bother to get up, just sat and sobbed, his wand had cracked as well as his leg.
Minuets passed before he finally sat up and wiped his face on his sleeve. //He doesn't understand// he thought. //Since that stupid move Dylan is the only one who talks to me//.
Remus Paced around the clearing, keeping his weight off of his badly knotted ankle. It was only now that he became conscious of how dark it was. The shadows of ancient trees looked down on him and a chill poured through him. //Better get going//. He turned to head home and stared blankly into the darkness, then turned and faced the other direction unsure of which way to go. //Oh no! //.
Turning back to the other direction, he convinced himself to go that way. The air grew cooler and there was a slight august breeze. //Did I really run this far? // He had rambled down a thin, forgotten path for quite some time, when there came a low, rumbling growl from behind him. Remus spun around to see one pair of horrible red eyes staring back at his own. After that, everything happened so fast he barely had time to act.
The creature lunged at him and drove him into the ground. He let out a sharp screech as a full set of teeth sunk deep into his side. His free hand flew to his side and he ripped out his new, broken wand from the folds of his tattered robes and weakly spat the first spell that came into his head, "Stupefy!" Sparks shot out of the end of his wand, but the animal's teeth only sunk deeper into his side, blood spilling onto the dirt.
"Damn wand!" Once again, sparks flew at the face of the beast, and rather then freezing; it gave one more tare at his flesh and trotted back into the blackness seeing that his prey was not defenseless. A terrible cry pierced the silence of the night; his hands clenching his side, Remus closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
***
Remus slowly blinked his eyes open and stared up into an intense light. He pushed his body up with his arms but collapsed back onto the mattress in pain and Moaned. A short, middle-aged witch looked to the bed and handed him a glass.
"Drink this." He gulped down the slimy concoction with a grimace. She signaled to his parents that he was awake.
The woman ran to him. "Oh thank god!" She stroked his mop of dark hair.
"Huh?" He moaned.
"We weren't sure how long it would be till you would wake"
"What happened?" The room went silent.
"You never came back so the next morning your father went out to look for you. He found you unconscious on the ground." He glanced at his father, remembering the last time they had spoken; it seemed so long ago now.
"That's not what I meant," he gestured to his side.
"Oh well . . ." His father trailed off, a sad look spreading over his face.
"We'll explain that later," his mother cut in.
***TBC***
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They belong to JKR but I created their childhood personalities.
Chapter One: The Runaway's Bite
"Where have you been?" the fuming man roared as he heard the door slam from the kitchen.
"At the creek." Remus called back as he began up the flight of stairs.
"Don't walk away from me! Come down here now!" He slowly turned and faced his father. "Now tell me again where you were all day," he said, his voice now calmer.
"Like I said, the creek"
"Alone?" There was an awkward silence lasting several minuets.
"No." His voice could barley be heard and he knew his father disapproved. "I was with Dylan.
"THAT MUGGLE!" his father's face turned a vibrant red. "How many times have I told you to stay away from him? He's going to realize out who we are!"
"He will not!"
"Don't argue with me boy! He will find out, and I don't need to go through the extra trouble to put a memory charm on him"
"Dylan is the only friend I have since we moved!"
"I forbid you to speak to him!"
Remus gathered up all of his courage and slowly said, "How are you going to stop me?" His father's hand lifted suddenly and struck Remus across the face. Tears stung his eyes as he gave one last look at his father and ran, faster and harder then he had in a long, long while. He tore through the back yard, into the new unexplored forest, the world around him blurred by his tears. A black cloak flew behind him and caught on branches until his foot caught on a root jutting out of the ground and he fell to his knees, dirt spraying in his face. He didn't even bother to get up, just sat and sobbed, his wand had cracked as well as his leg.
Minuets passed before he finally sat up and wiped his face on his sleeve. //He doesn't understand// he thought. //Since that stupid move Dylan is the only one who talks to me//.
Remus Paced around the clearing, keeping his weight off of his badly knotted ankle. It was only now that he became conscious of how dark it was. The shadows of ancient trees looked down on him and a chill poured through him. //Better get going//. He turned to head home and stared blankly into the darkness, then turned and faced the other direction unsure of which way to go. //Oh no! //.
Turning back to the other direction, he convinced himself to go that way. The air grew cooler and there was a slight august breeze. //Did I really run this far? // He had rambled down a thin, forgotten path for quite some time, when there came a low, rumbling growl from behind him. Remus spun around to see one pair of horrible red eyes staring back at his own. After that, everything happened so fast he barely had time to act.
The creature lunged at him and drove him into the ground. He let out a sharp screech as a full set of teeth sunk deep into his side. His free hand flew to his side and he ripped out his new, broken wand from the folds of his tattered robes and weakly spat the first spell that came into his head, "Stupefy!" Sparks shot out of the end of his wand, but the animal's teeth only sunk deeper into his side, blood spilling onto the dirt.
"Damn wand!" Once again, sparks flew at the face of the beast, and rather then freezing; it gave one more tare at his flesh and trotted back into the blackness seeing that his prey was not defenseless. A terrible cry pierced the silence of the night; his hands clenching his side, Remus closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
***
Remus slowly blinked his eyes open and stared up into an intense light. He pushed his body up with his arms but collapsed back onto the mattress in pain and Moaned. A short, middle-aged witch looked to the bed and handed him a glass.
"Drink this." He gulped down the slimy concoction with a grimace. She signaled to his parents that he was awake.
The woman ran to him. "Oh thank god!" She stroked his mop of dark hair.
"Huh?" He moaned.
"We weren't sure how long it would be till you would wake"
"What happened?" The room went silent.
"You never came back so the next morning your father went out to look for you. He found you unconscious on the ground." He glanced at his father, remembering the last time they had spoken; it seemed so long ago now.
"That's not what I meant," he gestured to his side.
"Oh well . . ." His father trailed off, a sad look spreading over his face.
"We'll explain that later," his mother cut in.
***TBC***