Transformation- 1966
The first transformation would bring only two words to mind whenever Remus thought about it later in life: 'excruciating' and 'terrifying'. He cried miserably for the hour before it began. His parents had bought a room made of steel wires that was about ten feet square; a cage, in every sense of the word, which they placed in the basement and watched while he sat in a corner of it, curled up, crying, and waiting for the inevitable. Since there was no way to tell when the transformation would begin, exactly, Helena and Robert were forced to lock up their beloved son as soon as the sun set. This decision to leave him in such a state would grow to become one of those decisions that parents regret, but as they could not know this, what was done was done. And so Robert and Helena, keeping distant from their son, watched him go through the worst experience of his life, all alone and terribly afraid.
The Lupins had been instructed to leave open a window that faced the eastern sky, because the transformation could only begin when Remus was bathed in the rays of the full moon. They had also been warned not to try to keep it from happening, for it would only result in Remus being in extreme pain for days afterward. The window was open and unobstructed, but there were clouds overhead, covering the moon and making the night pitch black. Remus had been locked up in his cage for an hour when the clouds finally thinned and the first rays began to shine through.
And then it began.
Remus' crying had slowed as he started to feel the changes. At first it was only a slight feeling of queasiness, which built up until Remus doubled over, convinced that he really would vomit. Just when he thought he could no longer hold it down, he wrenched his mouth open and choked out a scream; a scream that was already more animal than human. The screams/howls paused as Remus finally did spew a stream of light orange vomit, coughing for a moment before he emptied his stomach again, and then the screaming/howling resumed. Helena, who had been weeping uncontrollably since the key had turned in the lock on Remus' cage, stifled a small scream of her own, followed by a shaking sob. She clung to Robert, burying her face in his chest, unable to watch as her only child convulsed, howling with pain and fear. As he slowly lost his human mind, the howls became emotionless and canine. Robert watched what his wife could not: Remus' teeth grow longer and sharper, his hair grow thicker and spread all over in a gray wave of fur. Remus yelped in pain as his knees reversed, whimpered as his spine elongated and grew flesh to cover his new tufted tail. His lips curled over his wolfish teeth, the skin turning from a pinkish tint to beige, then black. His ears, molded like clay in invisible hands, became pointed and seemed to slide up the sides of his head.
Remus gave another piercing howl, then slumped to the floor, partially laying in his own vomit, his back to his parents. He shuddered and lay there for a full minute before he slowly got up on all fours. The transformation was complete.
Robert took a step forward, loosening his hold on his wife, hoping it was done, wondering what was to come next, checking for signs that Remus could - contrary to what the Healers of St. Mungo's had told them - still have a human mind. Robert could hear his son's heavy breathing, could see that he was sniffing the air. Remus slowly turned his head to see them.
Robert stumbled back, afraid of what he saw in those golden, inhuman eyes. Of course, he could not expect to see Remus' hazel irises staring back at him, a human boy's voice come out of that throat, a smile on those lips. What he saw in those eyes wasn't anything remotely human. It was pure aggression. A low growl startled Helena, causing her to look up at him for the first time in nearly five minutes. She stared, completely still and silent, at what used to be her son's face. Suddenly the werewolf leapt at her, snapping his jaws. He ran headlong into the wire cage and began to claw at the steel, still growling and biting at nothing. Helena screamed and fell back on the stone floor, banging her wrist hard on it. Robert swept down on his knees, holding his wife from behind, rocking her as they cried together and their son tried to kill them.
Eventually the werewolf gave up trying to get to the Lupins, and bit himself, bit the wire cage, slipped on the sick-covered floor, and tore up the remains of his clothing that had split and fallen off during his change. Only a few hours later did he finally fall asleep from the exhaustion of attacking inanimate objects, and only then did his parents succumb to sleep in each others' arms.
A/N: I don't feel as good about this "chapter" as I used to, but I figure it's time I added another, so I put it up anyway.
Thanks to WhiteRose101 and jess moony who reviewed chapter two. I really appreciate knowing that someone reads this!
Until next time, wooty wooty woo!
-Remus Lumos
The first transformation would bring only two words to mind whenever Remus thought about it later in life: 'excruciating' and 'terrifying'. He cried miserably for the hour before it began. His parents had bought a room made of steel wires that was about ten feet square; a cage, in every sense of the word, which they placed in the basement and watched while he sat in a corner of it, curled up, crying, and waiting for the inevitable. Since there was no way to tell when the transformation would begin, exactly, Helena and Robert were forced to lock up their beloved son as soon as the sun set. This decision to leave him in such a state would grow to become one of those decisions that parents regret, but as they could not know this, what was done was done. And so Robert and Helena, keeping distant from their son, watched him go through the worst experience of his life, all alone and terribly afraid.
The Lupins had been instructed to leave open a window that faced the eastern sky, because the transformation could only begin when Remus was bathed in the rays of the full moon. They had also been warned not to try to keep it from happening, for it would only result in Remus being in extreme pain for days afterward. The window was open and unobstructed, but there were clouds overhead, covering the moon and making the night pitch black. Remus had been locked up in his cage for an hour when the clouds finally thinned and the first rays began to shine through.
And then it began.
Remus' crying had slowed as he started to feel the changes. At first it was only a slight feeling of queasiness, which built up until Remus doubled over, convinced that he really would vomit. Just when he thought he could no longer hold it down, he wrenched his mouth open and choked out a scream; a scream that was already more animal than human. The screams/howls paused as Remus finally did spew a stream of light orange vomit, coughing for a moment before he emptied his stomach again, and then the screaming/howling resumed. Helena, who had been weeping uncontrollably since the key had turned in the lock on Remus' cage, stifled a small scream of her own, followed by a shaking sob. She clung to Robert, burying her face in his chest, unable to watch as her only child convulsed, howling with pain and fear. As he slowly lost his human mind, the howls became emotionless and canine. Robert watched what his wife could not: Remus' teeth grow longer and sharper, his hair grow thicker and spread all over in a gray wave of fur. Remus yelped in pain as his knees reversed, whimpered as his spine elongated and grew flesh to cover his new tufted tail. His lips curled over his wolfish teeth, the skin turning from a pinkish tint to beige, then black. His ears, molded like clay in invisible hands, became pointed and seemed to slide up the sides of his head.
Remus gave another piercing howl, then slumped to the floor, partially laying in his own vomit, his back to his parents. He shuddered and lay there for a full minute before he slowly got up on all fours. The transformation was complete.
Robert took a step forward, loosening his hold on his wife, hoping it was done, wondering what was to come next, checking for signs that Remus could - contrary to what the Healers of St. Mungo's had told them - still have a human mind. Robert could hear his son's heavy breathing, could see that he was sniffing the air. Remus slowly turned his head to see them.
Robert stumbled back, afraid of what he saw in those golden, inhuman eyes. Of course, he could not expect to see Remus' hazel irises staring back at him, a human boy's voice come out of that throat, a smile on those lips. What he saw in those eyes wasn't anything remotely human. It was pure aggression. A low growl startled Helena, causing her to look up at him for the first time in nearly five minutes. She stared, completely still and silent, at what used to be her son's face. Suddenly the werewolf leapt at her, snapping his jaws. He ran headlong into the wire cage and began to claw at the steel, still growling and biting at nothing. Helena screamed and fell back on the stone floor, banging her wrist hard on it. Robert swept down on his knees, holding his wife from behind, rocking her as they cried together and their son tried to kill them.
Eventually the werewolf gave up trying to get to the Lupins, and bit himself, bit the wire cage, slipped on the sick-covered floor, and tore up the remains of his clothing that had split and fallen off during his change. Only a few hours later did he finally fall asleep from the exhaustion of attacking inanimate objects, and only then did his parents succumb to sleep in each others' arms.
A/N: I don't feel as good about this "chapter" as I used to, but I figure it's time I added another, so I put it up anyway.
Thanks to WhiteRose101 and jess moony who reviewed chapter two. I really appreciate knowing that someone reads this!
Until next time, wooty wooty woo!
-Remus Lumos