Author's Note: This is my first story on FanFiction. The 'Unkind Moon' is a term I created strictly for Remus Lupin to use in naming the Full Moon. It appears in most the things I write that include him, and it's mine mine mine. Thank you.
Disclaimer: Any familiar characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
My heart begins to beat faster… the rhythm doubles… A tingling sensation engulfs my body before a severe, agonizing pain takes over… An ear-shattering cry erupts from my heaving lungs… Sharp, jagged, claws shred their way through my fingertips… A bristly coat fights it's way out of my skin and covers my mutating body. My bones shift and enlarge; my face lengthens… A sickly, savage beast is created, despite my endeavors to control it. I writhe helplessly on the moist earth, I struggle hopelessly in fear; I plead desperately with the Unkind Moon.
After a moment, I am calmer. I fill my newly transformed lungs with stinging night air. My body continues to ache and begs for rest, but my half-wolven mind refuses.
A fiendish howl echoes in the darkness. A scatter of animals is heard and even the trees seem to shudder… But they need not be afraid; I tear my way through the forest with such ease and speed, but only in search of a tranquil place where I may surrender to the Unkind Moon and cower in Her subjugation.
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We lived in a simple town just outside London, my parents and I. Our house was rather small and mundane. We were a quiet, conservative family - never caught doing anything one might consider out of the ordinary... No, we were never caught... We were the only wizarding family in the town that we knew of, so we kept to ourselves in order to remain there. As a result of this, I hadn't any friends; I explored the nearby forest to amuse myself and pass the time. The forest was at a short walking distance from the town and it was where I would have chosen to spend my every waking hour if it hadn't been for chores and school. The woods were enchanting to me - I would describe them as magical had I been born a Muggle and not known better...
I was very mischevous in these very early years - however, then, I would have considered myself brave. My courage and curiosity often led me into trouble. Never so much as on one such exploration of the forest when trouble preceded danger...