Chapter 2
Four months away from turning nine years old, i was up to my elbows in spellbooks. My father had brought them home, ans set them out on the bed, along with other manuals of wizarding schools to attend.
"Pick anywhich one youd like," my father told me "I i will send you there in a heartbeat. Read through them thoroughly."
How rediculous? I was two years premature to be reading things of this sort, and i merely flipped through them. Let me say that the all boys schools for wizarding went promptly in the trashcan with a derisive laugh. Every other brochure i put under my bed , promising myself i would look at them when i was half way through being ten. I did read the books. I let Renee climb up on the bed and read the books with me, sitting in my lap, with my chin atop her dark haired head as she stared at the animated pictures in the book. I read off potions lists to her, other charms and such. I let her look at my brochures for school.
Brooding in the doorway stood my brother, a beefy eight year old a tad shorter but stockier than myself.
"What a load of nonsense!" He snapped at us. "I perfer not having any magical blood in me! You can get fine jobs not having any magical experience!" But he said all this as if he was trying to re assure himself.
A week later, The ministry of magic was holding a fair in Germany as a fundraiser. It was not my first time using a portkey, but it was Renees and she was shaking like a little pretty leaf.
The fair grounds were humongous, and drenched in anti muggle charms. It was in a clearing of a wood. There was everything. Fortune tellers, candy stands, and special set up chocolate store not far from the large quidditch simulator in the center, drawing the most attention.
I definantly had too much chocolate, Renee right along with me. She was sluggish, laughing almost drunkily as we headed back to my mother and father. She took to being held by father that night, her head on his shoulder as her eyes were slammed shut tight. My parents wanted to watch a demonstration, leaving us ignored. Romulas wasnt having that. He snuck off.
I, like a fool called after him.
"Come with me, Remy! Come on! unless....mr. wizard is afraid?"
I went out of sheer anger. I followed him as he left the boundary of the fair grounds, and out into the thick wooded area, turning around periodically to see the lights get fainter and fainter.
"Why are we out here?"
I looked in front of me to see he was gone. Completely.
"Romulas?" I asked. "You git, this isnt funny!"
I looked around for what seemed to be the good part of fifteen minutes before i heard a ghoulish sound. I spun about, seeing him sticking his tongue out at me.
"is the little runty remus afraid?" He asked, hiding behind a tree. When i went to find him there, he was gone.
"Romulas, you fool! Im going back right now!"
I turned on a heal to see, not far from me, were the glittering golden eyes of a beast. It was forelegged, but it was so dark i couldnt see if it were a cat like beast, or a dog like one. It snarled the only way a dog can. Then it howled. I looked up through the trees, feeling every bone in my body trembling. The moon was a complete circle of light. Did this mean that this creature could possibly be a......?
I never found out. It jumped at me before i dashed towards the fair grounds. I was fast, but not fast enough, its forelegs overriding my two. It pounced on me, pushing me face down in the dirt. I could see the demonstration, i could see Romulas laughing at me from inside the fence. The hot breath of the dog was on my head. I rolled him off quickly, his claws slashing through my robes as he lunged for the fence again. A blinding pain ripped through me. I looked back, with watery eyes to see the giant wolfs jaws were clamped around my calf, and blood was staining my robes.
I howled in pain, and can remember something slightly distinctive about that yelp, how it seemed shriller than any other cry ive ever tore out.
Wizards and witches alike came for me, wands at the ready, calling spells at the wolf until it released my leg and ran back into the woods. Some went after it. Others tended to me.
My father picked me up in his arms, after giving renee to my mother. Everyone had a nice long look at my mangled leg, the meat nearly torn off the bone, blood smothering my shoes and a good deal of the hem of my robes. I wasnt yelling anymore. I was merely crying softly to myself.
"Weve got to get him to the doctor, Gerauld." My mother sobbed.
They wouldnt talk in front of me. I had no idea what was happening. My leg was perfectly fine now , a little sore , but nothing more to remember the injury than a few scars. I sat in the examining room of saint mungos hospital, lying back on the soft bed with my hands behind my head. The door opened, and i sat up immediately.
A nurse had walked in, a shapely, pretty witch with bright blonde hair. "You must be Remus."
I could feel my face flush at this pretty woman, and forgot about my leg quite suddenly. She grinned at me.
"Shy? Thats alright sweety, i just need to see your leg."
It occured to me then that while i flushed under her gaze she regaurded me as a little child. So i relaxed quite a bit.
"Bless your heart" she said, shaking her head. I screwed up my face at her, raising my brow.
"What? Why? Whats wrong with me!?" I asked urgently. SHe looked to me like i was Aunt Gwyndy and shook her head.
"Awe, You poor baby..Would you like some chocolate?" she asked. Without answering , she dumped three chocolate frogs onto my lap, patted my head and left. Well, the nurse knew her stuff, because that sugar hit the spot, and took the sting out of being called a baby and having my heart blessed. ...what was wrong with me!?
It wasnt long after that that i found out what i was, but it was two more weeks before i understood it. I had just been led outside by my father.
"Remy...remy, im so sorry." he was crying, which was a sight to see because i had never seen him cry before ever. "But i have to."
THe sun was setting over the tree tops. He pulled out his wand. "Incompacio!" he said, and i felt myself glued to where i stood. I couldnt move at all .
"Dad!"
"Im sorry!" he cried, throwing his arms around me. The sky was getting darker and darker. He suddenly pushed me away. "I hate doing this! I really do! Remus, you are my son and i love you. Rememeber that!"
I felt tired suddenly. Very very tired. I knew i was looking rather dead from this morning as i was brushing my hair from my eyes. Soon the sleepiness was exchanged my an inner urge to scream. My father had dissapeared inside the house. I searched for him without moving from the spot he'd stuck me to. I looked at all the windows to find every curtain drawn tight with the exception of Romulas'. He was looking at me from the panes of glass, watching me, judging. I didnt care.
This urge to scream climbed up into my throat, and it left me, but what came out wasnt a scream, but a beastly howl. My back began to lock up, to wrench and twist slightly until my shoulders were hunched and my head drooped awkwardly. It felt like a sledgehammer had been taken to my spine. I cowered ,still in my spot, feeling my scalp rip horribly on either side of my head. I screamed again. Another howl.
It felt like someone was ripping me apart at the seems and i only wish that i wouldve died. I wouldve passed out. I wouldve killed someone. I wanted to kill someone suddenly. I looked up to the window, seeing Romulas' face ugly and contorted and i wanted to kill him.
I ripped my clothes off with the claws on my paw hands, leaving myself stark naked but covered in dark grey fur like the wolf who attacked me. I wanted to kill something. To bite something, to gnaw at it. I couldnt move. I tried to, but i was left to that one spot. I snapped my jaws wildly about, praying for meat to come between them. Nothing. I settled for laying on the ground, and began gnawing at my paws and arms until blood poured from them. It helped, though i howled loudly into the night at the pain.
The entire night was like that ,restless and wanting to kill someone. When the morning came, my back straightened and i returned to my normal state. Blood soaked my arms and i was completely unclothed. My father carried me in, healed my cuts and clothed me, putting me in my bed to sleep off the dramatic change.
I would never sleep it off. I know that now.
Four months away from turning nine years old, i was up to my elbows in spellbooks. My father had brought them home, ans set them out on the bed, along with other manuals of wizarding schools to attend.
"Pick anywhich one youd like," my father told me "I i will send you there in a heartbeat. Read through them thoroughly."
How rediculous? I was two years premature to be reading things of this sort, and i merely flipped through them. Let me say that the all boys schools for wizarding went promptly in the trashcan with a derisive laugh. Every other brochure i put under my bed , promising myself i would look at them when i was half way through being ten. I did read the books. I let Renee climb up on the bed and read the books with me, sitting in my lap, with my chin atop her dark haired head as she stared at the animated pictures in the book. I read off potions lists to her, other charms and such. I let her look at my brochures for school.
Brooding in the doorway stood my brother, a beefy eight year old a tad shorter but stockier than myself.
"What a load of nonsense!" He snapped at us. "I perfer not having any magical blood in me! You can get fine jobs not having any magical experience!" But he said all this as if he was trying to re assure himself.
A week later, The ministry of magic was holding a fair in Germany as a fundraiser. It was not my first time using a portkey, but it was Renees and she was shaking like a little pretty leaf.
The fair grounds were humongous, and drenched in anti muggle charms. It was in a clearing of a wood. There was everything. Fortune tellers, candy stands, and special set up chocolate store not far from the large quidditch simulator in the center, drawing the most attention.
I definantly had too much chocolate, Renee right along with me. She was sluggish, laughing almost drunkily as we headed back to my mother and father. She took to being held by father that night, her head on his shoulder as her eyes were slammed shut tight. My parents wanted to watch a demonstration, leaving us ignored. Romulas wasnt having that. He snuck off.
I, like a fool called after him.
"Come with me, Remy! Come on! unless....mr. wizard is afraid?"
I went out of sheer anger. I followed him as he left the boundary of the fair grounds, and out into the thick wooded area, turning around periodically to see the lights get fainter and fainter.
"Why are we out here?"
I looked in front of me to see he was gone. Completely.
"Romulas?" I asked. "You git, this isnt funny!"
I looked around for what seemed to be the good part of fifteen minutes before i heard a ghoulish sound. I spun about, seeing him sticking his tongue out at me.
"is the little runty remus afraid?" He asked, hiding behind a tree. When i went to find him there, he was gone.
"Romulas, you fool! Im going back right now!"
I turned on a heal to see, not far from me, were the glittering golden eyes of a beast. It was forelegged, but it was so dark i couldnt see if it were a cat like beast, or a dog like one. It snarled the only way a dog can. Then it howled. I looked up through the trees, feeling every bone in my body trembling. The moon was a complete circle of light. Did this mean that this creature could possibly be a......?
I never found out. It jumped at me before i dashed towards the fair grounds. I was fast, but not fast enough, its forelegs overriding my two. It pounced on me, pushing me face down in the dirt. I could see the demonstration, i could see Romulas laughing at me from inside the fence. The hot breath of the dog was on my head. I rolled him off quickly, his claws slashing through my robes as he lunged for the fence again. A blinding pain ripped through me. I looked back, with watery eyes to see the giant wolfs jaws were clamped around my calf, and blood was staining my robes.
I howled in pain, and can remember something slightly distinctive about that yelp, how it seemed shriller than any other cry ive ever tore out.
Wizards and witches alike came for me, wands at the ready, calling spells at the wolf until it released my leg and ran back into the woods. Some went after it. Others tended to me.
My father picked me up in his arms, after giving renee to my mother. Everyone had a nice long look at my mangled leg, the meat nearly torn off the bone, blood smothering my shoes and a good deal of the hem of my robes. I wasnt yelling anymore. I was merely crying softly to myself.
"Weve got to get him to the doctor, Gerauld." My mother sobbed.
They wouldnt talk in front of me. I had no idea what was happening. My leg was perfectly fine now , a little sore , but nothing more to remember the injury than a few scars. I sat in the examining room of saint mungos hospital, lying back on the soft bed with my hands behind my head. The door opened, and i sat up immediately.
A nurse had walked in, a shapely, pretty witch with bright blonde hair. "You must be Remus."
I could feel my face flush at this pretty woman, and forgot about my leg quite suddenly. She grinned at me.
"Shy? Thats alright sweety, i just need to see your leg."
It occured to me then that while i flushed under her gaze she regaurded me as a little child. So i relaxed quite a bit.
"Bless your heart" she said, shaking her head. I screwed up my face at her, raising my brow.
"What? Why? Whats wrong with me!?" I asked urgently. SHe looked to me like i was Aunt Gwyndy and shook her head.
"Awe, You poor baby..Would you like some chocolate?" she asked. Without answering , she dumped three chocolate frogs onto my lap, patted my head and left. Well, the nurse knew her stuff, because that sugar hit the spot, and took the sting out of being called a baby and having my heart blessed. ...what was wrong with me!?
It wasnt long after that that i found out what i was, but it was two more weeks before i understood it. I had just been led outside by my father.
"Remy...remy, im so sorry." he was crying, which was a sight to see because i had never seen him cry before ever. "But i have to."
THe sun was setting over the tree tops. He pulled out his wand. "Incompacio!" he said, and i felt myself glued to where i stood. I couldnt move at all .
"Dad!"
"Im sorry!" he cried, throwing his arms around me. The sky was getting darker and darker. He suddenly pushed me away. "I hate doing this! I really do! Remus, you are my son and i love you. Rememeber that!"
I felt tired suddenly. Very very tired. I knew i was looking rather dead from this morning as i was brushing my hair from my eyes. Soon the sleepiness was exchanged my an inner urge to scream. My father had dissapeared inside the house. I searched for him without moving from the spot he'd stuck me to. I looked at all the windows to find every curtain drawn tight with the exception of Romulas'. He was looking at me from the panes of glass, watching me, judging. I didnt care.
This urge to scream climbed up into my throat, and it left me, but what came out wasnt a scream, but a beastly howl. My back began to lock up, to wrench and twist slightly until my shoulders were hunched and my head drooped awkwardly. It felt like a sledgehammer had been taken to my spine. I cowered ,still in my spot, feeling my scalp rip horribly on either side of my head. I screamed again. Another howl.
It felt like someone was ripping me apart at the seems and i only wish that i wouldve died. I wouldve passed out. I wouldve killed someone. I wanted to kill someone suddenly. I looked up to the window, seeing Romulas' face ugly and contorted and i wanted to kill him.
I ripped my clothes off with the claws on my paw hands, leaving myself stark naked but covered in dark grey fur like the wolf who attacked me. I wanted to kill something. To bite something, to gnaw at it. I couldnt move. I tried to, but i was left to that one spot. I snapped my jaws wildly about, praying for meat to come between them. Nothing. I settled for laying on the ground, and began gnawing at my paws and arms until blood poured from them. It helped, though i howled loudly into the night at the pain.
The entire night was like that ,restless and wanting to kill someone. When the morning came, my back straightened and i returned to my normal state. Blood soaked my arms and i was completely unclothed. My father carried me in, healed my cuts and clothed me, putting me in my bed to sleep off the dramatic change.
I would never sleep it off. I know that now.