Chapter 5 - The Werewolf and the Werecat
By: Starr
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Kayla, Nicole, and maybe the plot. Everything else is the creation of J.K. Rowling. Sadly, she owns Remus, too.
Author's Note: I have not proofread this yet, so read at your own risk, LOL! There will be a little bit of bloodshed in this chapter, but nothing major. In this chapter you will find out something major about Remus's past.
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"Remus, my boy, come have a seat!" Albus greeted him.
"Albus, what's wrong? What do you have to tell me?" Remus asked, settling into a plush crimson chair in front of the fire. Albus took a seat next to him, surveying him with his ancient blue eyes.
"Well, it concerns Miss Parker. She started school here last year. She was home schooled before that, so you didn't know have her last time you taught. Tell me, did you recognize her."
"No, should I? I thought you said I hadn't taught her before." Remus said.
"That's true, but you've seen her somewhere else. Think back, Remus. It's been quite a few years. About six, in fact."
Remus studied the dancing flames in front of him, trying to think where he might have met the girl before. Various places and times crossed his mind, each as unlikely as the next. Finally, he looked up at Albus hopelessly.
"You don't remember? Well, here's a hint. Does November 4, 1997 bring back any memories?"
Remus just stared at him, his mouth agape.
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Cut to that evening, Gryffindor Tower
Kayla lay on her back on her bed, staring up at the hangings of her four-poster. She was alone in the room, and it was fairly dark with only a few candles lit. She gazed off into space, thinking.
~I wonder who bit me. Were they a man or a woman? Or even a girl or a boy? Are they nice or a jerk? Are they still alive? Where do they live?~ she mused. She wished she could just met them, even once. It would give her a lot of closure about that night. She sighed as she continued to imagine the person who bit her.
Kayla wondered what to call that person anyway. She knew if someone turned you into a vampire they were your sire, but what if someone turned you into a werewolf. Did that make them your alpha wolf or something?
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Meanwhile. . .
Remus paced around his quarters, nearly hysterical.
"This is not happening, this is not happening," he muttered frantically.
He did indeed, remember the night of November 4, 1997. After he and Dumbledore had finished talking he had fled to the safety of his rooms, where he continued to ponder the effects of that horrific night. Even now, six years later, the events of that night still haunted him. He still had nightmares about what he had done, still awoke many nights in a cold sweat. Not that it had been all his fault. But still the guilt lingered. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to that night that forever changed his life, and the life of one other.
It was nearing sunset, a full moon was about to rise in the sky. He was staying in Hogsmeade and Dumbledore was allowing him to transform in either the forest or Shrieking Shack on full moons. Tonight he had chosen the forest, hoping that the acres of land to explore would curb the wolf' violent tendancies.
The first rays of moonlight broke through the thick canopy above and he doubled over in pain. He felt fur sprout all over his body. His nose became a snout while his amber eyes seemed to glow supernaturally. His hands and feet became paws, muscles and bones realigned. Remus could now feel a tail growing as he screamed in agony, his mind clouding as the wolf took control. The screams turned to howls as the transformation was completed and he stood there in wolf form.
Remus took off among the trees. The had great fun playing in the underbrush and chasing smaller animals. The wolf was enjoying himself immensely. It was nearing midnight went he smelled it. Blood. Human blood. There was a human nearby.
The wolf shot off through the trees, nearing the clearing where the human stood. He crouched in the thick bushes, waiting for the right moment to attack. She was standing very close to him, giggling about something. He slowly approached, growling menacingly. She turned around and spotted him. The wolf ignored her screams of terror, pouncing on her, attacking her.
He tasted blood in his mouth. The girl's blood. His prey went limp beneath him. Suddenly there was a crash nearby. The wolf ran off to see what it was, leaving the girl lying in a pool of blood on the forest floor.
Remus didn't remember anything after that until he awoke the next morning in some brush. He had been soaked in blood, some his, some hers.
He winced, wrenching himself from the painful memory. He wished he could take it all back. If he could turn just turn back time, go back and transform in the shack instead of the forest.
He looked up with tear-filled eyes. A single tear ran down his face as he spoke the name of the little girl who had haunted his dreams since that night. "Kayla."
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Sorry it took so long to update! I had writer's block for awhile, but today something just inspired me and I wrote this. I knew where I wanted to go, I just didn't know how to get there. If you'll remember, I did warn you that Remus played a huge part in this story! BTW, I'm writing this as though their fifth year took place this year instead of using the timeline in the books, basically because I'm too lazy to do that much math!
Please review! I might write the next chapter today, I might not. Please tell me what you think about Remus being the one who bit Kayla. Does anyone know what to call Remus, since he turned her. (Kayla isn't the only one pondering that!()
By: Starr
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Kayla, Nicole, and maybe the plot. Everything else is the creation of J.K. Rowling. Sadly, she owns Remus, too.
Author's Note: I have not proofread this yet, so read at your own risk, LOL! There will be a little bit of bloodshed in this chapter, but nothing major. In this chapter you will find out something major about Remus's past.
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"Remus, my boy, come have a seat!" Albus greeted him.
"Albus, what's wrong? What do you have to tell me?" Remus asked, settling into a plush crimson chair in front of the fire. Albus took a seat next to him, surveying him with his ancient blue eyes.
"Well, it concerns Miss Parker. She started school here last year. She was home schooled before that, so you didn't know have her last time you taught. Tell me, did you recognize her."
"No, should I? I thought you said I hadn't taught her before." Remus said.
"That's true, but you've seen her somewhere else. Think back, Remus. It's been quite a few years. About six, in fact."
Remus studied the dancing flames in front of him, trying to think where he might have met the girl before. Various places and times crossed his mind, each as unlikely as the next. Finally, he looked up at Albus hopelessly.
"You don't remember? Well, here's a hint. Does November 4, 1997 bring back any memories?"
Remus just stared at him, his mouth agape.
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Cut to that evening, Gryffindor Tower
Kayla lay on her back on her bed, staring up at the hangings of her four-poster. She was alone in the room, and it was fairly dark with only a few candles lit. She gazed off into space, thinking.
~I wonder who bit me. Were they a man or a woman? Or even a girl or a boy? Are they nice or a jerk? Are they still alive? Where do they live?~ she mused. She wished she could just met them, even once. It would give her a lot of closure about that night. She sighed as she continued to imagine the person who bit her.
Kayla wondered what to call that person anyway. She knew if someone turned you into a vampire they were your sire, but what if someone turned you into a werewolf. Did that make them your alpha wolf or something?
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Meanwhile. . .
Remus paced around his quarters, nearly hysterical.
"This is not happening, this is not happening," he muttered frantically.
He did indeed, remember the night of November 4, 1997. After he and Dumbledore had finished talking he had fled to the safety of his rooms, where he continued to ponder the effects of that horrific night. Even now, six years later, the events of that night still haunted him. He still had nightmares about what he had done, still awoke many nights in a cold sweat. Not that it had been all his fault. But still the guilt lingered. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to that night that forever changed his life, and the life of one other.
It was nearing sunset, a full moon was about to rise in the sky. He was staying in Hogsmeade and Dumbledore was allowing him to transform in either the forest or Shrieking Shack on full moons. Tonight he had chosen the forest, hoping that the acres of land to explore would curb the wolf' violent tendancies.
The first rays of moonlight broke through the thick canopy above and he doubled over in pain. He felt fur sprout all over his body. His nose became a snout while his amber eyes seemed to glow supernaturally. His hands and feet became paws, muscles and bones realigned. Remus could now feel a tail growing as he screamed in agony, his mind clouding as the wolf took control. The screams turned to howls as the transformation was completed and he stood there in wolf form.
Remus took off among the trees. The had great fun playing in the underbrush and chasing smaller animals. The wolf was enjoying himself immensely. It was nearing midnight went he smelled it. Blood. Human blood. There was a human nearby.
The wolf shot off through the trees, nearing the clearing where the human stood. He crouched in the thick bushes, waiting for the right moment to attack. She was standing very close to him, giggling about something. He slowly approached, growling menacingly. She turned around and spotted him. The wolf ignored her screams of terror, pouncing on her, attacking her.
He tasted blood in his mouth. The girl's blood. His prey went limp beneath him. Suddenly there was a crash nearby. The wolf ran off to see what it was, leaving the girl lying in a pool of blood on the forest floor.
Remus didn't remember anything after that until he awoke the next morning in some brush. He had been soaked in blood, some his, some hers.
He winced, wrenching himself from the painful memory. He wished he could take it all back. If he could turn just turn back time, go back and transform in the shack instead of the forest.
He looked up with tear-filled eyes. A single tear ran down his face as he spoke the name of the little girl who had haunted his dreams since that night. "Kayla."
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Sorry it took so long to update! I had writer's block for awhile, but today something just inspired me and I wrote this. I knew where I wanted to go, I just didn't know how to get there. If you'll remember, I did warn you that Remus played a huge part in this story! BTW, I'm writing this as though their fifth year took place this year instead of using the timeline in the books, basically because I'm too lazy to do that much math!
Please review! I might write the next chapter today, I might not. Please tell me what you think about Remus being the one who bit Kayla. Does anyone know what to call Remus, since he turned her. (Kayla isn't the only one pondering that!()
