A/N: I'M SO SORRY! I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN FOREVER! I've been so busy, tho.
I'd almost completely forgotten about this whole site, and then Titou Moony
emailed me, and was like, "hey, where's the rest of your story?" and then I
remembered! And then blueberry300 was like, "are you ever gonna update or
just leave us hanging?" so I finally decided to update. You have those two
lovely reviewers to thank! And another special thanx to Titou Moony for
putting my story up on this site in French! So cool! And now, the one
you've all been waiting for! (I understand if you have to go back and read
the previous chapter first, so you can remember where we are.)
Chapter Fourteen – Desperation
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She woke up and immediately figured out where she was. In the hospital wing, courtesy of a Miss Lily Evans. Rozlyn sighed. So maybe Lily really did care. So what? She deserved to be yelled at for meddling in someone else's business, didn't she?
'But Rozlyn, isn't that what a concerned friend would do?' her mind argued with her. Rozlyn sighed again.
"So, you're awake," Madam Pomphrey said, snatching Rozlyn's bedcurtains away. Her unblinking eyes peered in and stared at Rozlyn, but the woman didn't come close. It was almost as if . . . she was afraid.
Rozlyn nodded, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Where's . . . ?" her question trailed off. She didn't want to think about him right now, but her mind wasn't responding to her desire.
"Don't worry about Mr. Lupin," Madam Pomphrey said, quickly. "Get up, and come with me. We need to get you to – "
"Couldn't you just tell me where he - ?" Rozlyn interrupted.
"You've been asleep for a while," Madam Pomphrey cut her off. "It's full moon."
-Remus P.O.V.-
He followed a swift moving Dumbledore down to the Shrieking Shack. "Professor? I know you said you'd inform me when, um, Rozlyn woke up, but - ?"
"To my knowledge, she hasn't awoken yet," the professor said, casting a quick glance up towards the sky.
"But, sir, tonight's full moon. I-I tried sleeping through it once and – "
"Mr. Lupin, please don't worry about it," Dumbledore replied. He came to a halt in front of the massive tree, and pointed his wand at it, then whispered some little spell. The tree abruptly stopped moving.
Remus figured he had used some sort of force involved spell to apply pressure to the knot. The whole opened up and Remus turned to the Professor. "S-Sir? I know I shouldn't ask, but is she coming down here? For tonight?"
"No," the professor said, sighing. "And I'm afraid I can't tell you her whereabouts for obvious reasons. I trust you've discovered the next step in werewolf mating?"
Remus turned bright red as he suddenly remembered exactly what the next step was. He forced himself to nod.
Of course. It all made sense. They had to be separated.
The next step to werewolf mating was . . . werewolf sex.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
"Where are we going?" Rozlyn asked a harassed looking Madam Pomphrey. The nurse kept glaring at the portraits on either side of the hall the two walked down.
"Stand here," the nurse said, turning a corner and stopping abruptly. She had completely ignored Rozlyn's question.
"Ma'am?" Rozlyn whispered, as the woman started walking around a corner and back again. It was a corner where Rozlyn had often thought it would be nice to hang a picture. It was so bare after all.
"Quiet!" Pomphrey snapped. Rozlyn shrank back, and Pomphrey restarted her pacing. Rozlyn was beginning to think she was nutters, and was debating whether to call for help or not, when a door suddenly appeared on that bare corner. Rozlyn jumped back and stared in shock.
"Wh-where did that come from?" she questioned.
"Never you mind," the nurse said, looking pleased. "Alright, go right on in. You'll be transforming here. It's soundproof and locks from the outside, so I'll come let you out in the morning."
"B-but, I-I thought . . . what about the Shrieking Shack?"
Madam Pomphrey seemed to stiffen, and for a moment she didn't answer. Then she said, "There are circumstances preventing anyone from entering the Shrieking Shack."
"So where is Re - ?"
"Miss Jenkins, it really is none of your concern," the nurse said sternly. She ushered Rozlyn into the room. "I'll see you in the morning."
-Remus P.O.V.-
The wolf paced around in a state of agitation. It was searching for something. But everything was right here – in front of him. So what was he missing? The fact that he didn't know made him upset.
The wolf howled and started to smash things. 'Where is it? Where is it?' he thought frantically.
He suddenly caught wind of another scent – another wolf's scent. His nose flared angrily. So there had been another wolf in here? In his domain? He wouldn't stand for it. A whole new wave of anger washed over him. Who was it? Who was this beast that messed around in his –
The wolf suddenly stopped. 'My mate.'
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The transformation went horribly. It hurt, of course, but what hurt more was the fact that a certain Lupin was nowhere in the vicinity.
Rozlyn's screams of pain turned into screams of sorrow. 'Where was he?' the werewolf in her thought. Her mind wasn't completely taken over yet. The little part that was human kept going, 'Where's Remus? Where's Remus?'
'Remus, I need you,' she thought as the last thoughts of humanity faded away.
-Remus P.O.V.-
The wolf slammed himself against the door inside of the Whomping Willow. They had taken his mate. He was going to take her back. He bit and scratched up the door something horrible.
He needed to get to her. He could almost hear her calling out for him . . . calling out for him to come to her . . . He slammed the door again.
He smelled blood. But there was no time for that. He had to . . . get to her.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The wolf scratched at the wooden door to her prison. Why were they doing this to her? Why wouldn't they let her go? Evil two-leggers kept her in here. They kept her away from him.
She needed to be with him. Why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't they let her go?
She scratched at bit at the door even more frantically. She had to get free. She had to get loose. She had to get to him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He could smell it. He could smell the fresh air. There was a hole. He sensed movement. A loud thwacking noise was heard. It vibrated the ground.
The hole was bigger now. He could fit his head through. He wasn't that big of a wolf. If he could only . . . just a little . . . more there . . . and then . . .
He was out.
He was free.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
This door was breakable. This door had to be breakable. It was wooden. She could tear through a wooden door, couldn't she?
Of course she could. She was a werewolf.
She slammed her body against the door, feeling it give a little underneath her weight. She repeatedly slammed her body against it. Never mind that she was tiring herself out. That didn't matter.
She had to get to him. Had to.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He was almost there. To her. He could almost smell her sweet scent. Almost.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She lay panting in the hallway outside of her prison. She was out. She had done it. She rolled over and pulled herself to her feet with exhausting difficulty.
And then she started to move towards the front doors of the castle. She picked up a human's scent. A human . . . that she knew. This human had been here earlier. This human had taken the same path that she was now taking.
And this human had the scent of her mate.
She started to run faster. There were huge doors in front of her. Huge doors. She leapt upon them with all her might and they opened for her.
That's when she spotted him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He saw her. He picked up her scent long before he saw her, so he knew she was coming, but that didn't stop him from running to her joyously.
Those two-leggers thinking they could stop them from being together.
When it's meant to be.
He tackled her to the ground. He'd show them. He'd show those two-leggers.
This was HIS mate.
'My mate,' his mind echoed. And underneath him, his mate agreed.
^_~
Are you happy now? Is everyone happy now? I finally updated. YAY! You should all be cheering, but for some reason I can't hear you. Guess I'll have to settle for your reviews, then.
Ariana S.
Chapter Fourteen – Desperation
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She woke up and immediately figured out where she was. In the hospital wing, courtesy of a Miss Lily Evans. Rozlyn sighed. So maybe Lily really did care. So what? She deserved to be yelled at for meddling in someone else's business, didn't she?
'But Rozlyn, isn't that what a concerned friend would do?' her mind argued with her. Rozlyn sighed again.
"So, you're awake," Madam Pomphrey said, snatching Rozlyn's bedcurtains away. Her unblinking eyes peered in and stared at Rozlyn, but the woman didn't come close. It was almost as if . . . she was afraid.
Rozlyn nodded, suddenly feeling ashamed. "Where's . . . ?" her question trailed off. She didn't want to think about him right now, but her mind wasn't responding to her desire.
"Don't worry about Mr. Lupin," Madam Pomphrey said, quickly. "Get up, and come with me. We need to get you to – "
"Couldn't you just tell me where he - ?" Rozlyn interrupted.
"You've been asleep for a while," Madam Pomphrey cut her off. "It's full moon."
-Remus P.O.V.-
He followed a swift moving Dumbledore down to the Shrieking Shack. "Professor? I know you said you'd inform me when, um, Rozlyn woke up, but - ?"
"To my knowledge, she hasn't awoken yet," the professor said, casting a quick glance up towards the sky.
"But, sir, tonight's full moon. I-I tried sleeping through it once and – "
"Mr. Lupin, please don't worry about it," Dumbledore replied. He came to a halt in front of the massive tree, and pointed his wand at it, then whispered some little spell. The tree abruptly stopped moving.
Remus figured he had used some sort of force involved spell to apply pressure to the knot. The whole opened up and Remus turned to the Professor. "S-Sir? I know I shouldn't ask, but is she coming down here? For tonight?"
"No," the professor said, sighing. "And I'm afraid I can't tell you her whereabouts for obvious reasons. I trust you've discovered the next step in werewolf mating?"
Remus turned bright red as he suddenly remembered exactly what the next step was. He forced himself to nod.
Of course. It all made sense. They had to be separated.
The next step to werewolf mating was . . . werewolf sex.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
"Where are we going?" Rozlyn asked a harassed looking Madam Pomphrey. The nurse kept glaring at the portraits on either side of the hall the two walked down.
"Stand here," the nurse said, turning a corner and stopping abruptly. She had completely ignored Rozlyn's question.
"Ma'am?" Rozlyn whispered, as the woman started walking around a corner and back again. It was a corner where Rozlyn had often thought it would be nice to hang a picture. It was so bare after all.
"Quiet!" Pomphrey snapped. Rozlyn shrank back, and Pomphrey restarted her pacing. Rozlyn was beginning to think she was nutters, and was debating whether to call for help or not, when a door suddenly appeared on that bare corner. Rozlyn jumped back and stared in shock.
"Wh-where did that come from?" she questioned.
"Never you mind," the nurse said, looking pleased. "Alright, go right on in. You'll be transforming here. It's soundproof and locks from the outside, so I'll come let you out in the morning."
"B-but, I-I thought . . . what about the Shrieking Shack?"
Madam Pomphrey seemed to stiffen, and for a moment she didn't answer. Then she said, "There are circumstances preventing anyone from entering the Shrieking Shack."
"So where is Re - ?"
"Miss Jenkins, it really is none of your concern," the nurse said sternly. She ushered Rozlyn into the room. "I'll see you in the morning."
-Remus P.O.V.-
The wolf paced around in a state of agitation. It was searching for something. But everything was right here – in front of him. So what was he missing? The fact that he didn't know made him upset.
The wolf howled and started to smash things. 'Where is it? Where is it?' he thought frantically.
He suddenly caught wind of another scent – another wolf's scent. His nose flared angrily. So there had been another wolf in here? In his domain? He wouldn't stand for it. A whole new wave of anger washed over him. Who was it? Who was this beast that messed around in his –
The wolf suddenly stopped. 'My mate.'
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The transformation went horribly. It hurt, of course, but what hurt more was the fact that a certain Lupin was nowhere in the vicinity.
Rozlyn's screams of pain turned into screams of sorrow. 'Where was he?' the werewolf in her thought. Her mind wasn't completely taken over yet. The little part that was human kept going, 'Where's Remus? Where's Remus?'
'Remus, I need you,' she thought as the last thoughts of humanity faded away.
-Remus P.O.V.-
The wolf slammed himself against the door inside of the Whomping Willow. They had taken his mate. He was going to take her back. He bit and scratched up the door something horrible.
He needed to get to her. He could almost hear her calling out for him . . . calling out for him to come to her . . . He slammed the door again.
He smelled blood. But there was no time for that. He had to . . . get to her.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The wolf scratched at the wooden door to her prison. Why were they doing this to her? Why wouldn't they let her go? Evil two-leggers kept her in here. They kept her away from him.
She needed to be with him. Why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't they let her go?
She scratched at bit at the door even more frantically. She had to get free. She had to get loose. She had to get to him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He could smell it. He could smell the fresh air. There was a hole. He sensed movement. A loud thwacking noise was heard. It vibrated the ground.
The hole was bigger now. He could fit his head through. He wasn't that big of a wolf. If he could only . . . just a little . . . more there . . . and then . . .
He was out.
He was free.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
This door was breakable. This door had to be breakable. It was wooden. She could tear through a wooden door, couldn't she?
Of course she could. She was a werewolf.
She slammed her body against the door, feeling it give a little underneath her weight. She repeatedly slammed her body against it. Never mind that she was tiring herself out. That didn't matter.
She had to get to him. Had to.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He was almost there. To her. He could almost smell her sweet scent. Almost.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She lay panting in the hallway outside of her prison. She was out. She had done it. She rolled over and pulled herself to her feet with exhausting difficulty.
And then she started to move towards the front doors of the castle. She picked up a human's scent. A human . . . that she knew. This human had been here earlier. This human had taken the same path that she was now taking.
And this human had the scent of her mate.
She started to run faster. There were huge doors in front of her. Huge doors. She leapt upon them with all her might and they opened for her.
That's when she spotted him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
He saw her. He picked up her scent long before he saw her, so he knew she was coming, but that didn't stop him from running to her joyously.
Those two-leggers thinking they could stop them from being together.
When it's meant to be.
He tackled her to the ground. He'd show them. He'd show those two-leggers.
This was HIS mate.
'My mate,' his mind echoed. And underneath him, his mate agreed.
^_~
Are you happy now? Is everyone happy now? I finally updated. YAY! You should all be cheering, but for some reason I can't hear you. Guess I'll have to settle for your reviews, then.
Ariana S.