This chapter will be a bit shorter than the others. Warning: If you really feel sympathy
for Remus, you'll probably hate my guts for this.
Petunia didn't know yet whether she liked the gift or not. She leaned over the desk
and stared outside. The sky was a dark gray color, streaked with pink and blue lines, and
the full moon still hung in the sky. It seemed to be in the last hours of its life, but
clinging more stubbornly to the clouds than ever.
At the same time, Remus had beenlocked in the basement for the night with a chain
around his neck. His rational human mind was coming back to replace the wolf's as daybreak
neared, but stuck in the in-between state, where thought and instinct waged their war against
each other.
He knew it was almost over.
"I wish mum and dad would leave a clock in here somewhere..." The thought faded as he
smelled blood nearby and realized it was his parents in the kitchen. Right above the basement...
A longing for their blood beyond his control forced the wolf into charging full ahead towards
the stairs.The metal chain held firm and yanked him back. They were still in the kitchen,
only about 30 feet away and the scent of human blood was driving the werewolf insane.
Outside, a wispy cloud drifted before the moon and his own human mind returned a bit
more. Besides the actual transformation, this was the worst part.
In the other room, one of the people moved closer to the door and it became almost
unbearable. If only he could speak to them and put in words that they needed to back off...
but sadly, wolves can't speak...
He gave up and a sad howl echoed in the room.
Another half hour and the moon faded completely. It was time; the familiar tingling
began that meant his molecules were shifting around to a different form and the spine began
to twist itself back to normal. Eventually, the howl of the pained wolf turned into a human
cry. Then, the burning faded into tingling again. Finished...
A door opened, sending a stream of light into the dim basement and both Mr. and Mrs
Lupin ran downstairs with bandages and clothes. His mother was in tears of pain. It was
almost as if she had to go through with her own transformation, minus the physical pain, of
course.
"How are your bones?" That voice was his father.
"Worse..." That was all he could say; it had been worse this time than the last.
Mrs. Lupin collapsed over her son, sobbing,"My child! My poor child!"
Her husband thought for a minute of what to do. It was a dilemma, seeing that he was a
muggle while she was a witch. "We will make an appiontment with the wizard doctor, but I
want him to see a normal doctor as well this time. Something could be wrong that a potion
can't repair by itself."
Remus didn't feel like seeing ANY doctors, but wasn't exactly in the best position
to argue against it.
for Remus, you'll probably hate my guts for this.
Petunia didn't know yet whether she liked the gift or not. She leaned over the desk
and stared outside. The sky was a dark gray color, streaked with pink and blue lines, and
the full moon still hung in the sky. It seemed to be in the last hours of its life, but
clinging more stubbornly to the clouds than ever.
At the same time, Remus had beenlocked in the basement for the night with a chain
around his neck. His rational human mind was coming back to replace the wolf's as daybreak
neared, but stuck in the in-between state, where thought and instinct waged their war against
each other.
He knew it was almost over.
"I wish mum and dad would leave a clock in here somewhere..." The thought faded as he
smelled blood nearby and realized it was his parents in the kitchen. Right above the basement...
A longing for their blood beyond his control forced the wolf into charging full ahead towards
the stairs.The metal chain held firm and yanked him back. They were still in the kitchen,
only about 30 feet away and the scent of human blood was driving the werewolf insane.
Outside, a wispy cloud drifted before the moon and his own human mind returned a bit
more. Besides the actual transformation, this was the worst part.
In the other room, one of the people moved closer to the door and it became almost
unbearable. If only he could speak to them and put in words that they needed to back off...
but sadly, wolves can't speak...
He gave up and a sad howl echoed in the room.
Another half hour and the moon faded completely. It was time; the familiar tingling
began that meant his molecules were shifting around to a different form and the spine began
to twist itself back to normal. Eventually, the howl of the pained wolf turned into a human
cry. Then, the burning faded into tingling again. Finished...
A door opened, sending a stream of light into the dim basement and both Mr. and Mrs
Lupin ran downstairs with bandages and clothes. His mother was in tears of pain. It was
almost as if she had to go through with her own transformation, minus the physical pain, of
course.
"How are your bones?" That voice was his father.
"Worse..." That was all he could say; it had been worse this time than the last.
Mrs. Lupin collapsed over her son, sobbing,"My child! My poor child!"
Her husband thought for a minute of what to do. It was a dilemma, seeing that he was a
muggle while she was a witch. "We will make an appiontment with the wizard doctor, but I
want him to see a normal doctor as well this time. Something could be wrong that a potion
can't repair by itself."
Remus didn't feel like seeing ANY doctors, but wasn't exactly in the best position
to argue against it.
