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The Adventures of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
::Year One::
Chapter Three:
Remus
By: Prongs
You sure do have a lot of time to think when you're all alone, locked in a shed. My parents built it two years ago when I had my 'accident.'
When I was eight years old, I was camping out in the woods on a family vacation when it happened. I woke up late at night because of a sound I had heard. It sounded like some sort of wild dog. Apparently our family dog heard it, too, and went after it. I jumped out of my sleeping bag after the dog, not waiting to wake my parents up, and ran deep in to the forest after my dog. It took several minutes, but I finally found him. He was whimpering and lying bloody and torn beneath a massive wolf. As soon as I saw it, it also saw me. I thought about running, but knew it would just come after me faster, so I tried to back away. But, as soon as I started to move, he did, too. I turned and ran as hard as I could, but it was on me in an instant. It's massive front paws thudded painfully onto my chest, knocking me to the ground, and then it snarled and shoved its blood-covered snout in to my face, giving me a murderous look before plunging its fangs deep into my chest, and tore out a large chunk of my flesh. Then, I did scream, which only seemed to excite it even more as it bowed its head down to inflict more damage. But then something strange happened. As soon as I screamed a great fiery orb came from nowhere and engulfed the wolf in flames. The wolf ran off howling in pain and for a moment, I just lay there in shock and numb with pain.
"What was that?" I wondered vaguely. Eventually I managed to stagger back to camp and wake my parents. I explained the whole story as they tried to patch up my wounds until we could reach the hospital.
"You say a wolf attacked you?!" my mother was having a breakdown. She was crying and holding me close as my father tried to clean the wound.
"Yeah it was really big, the biggest wolf I've ever seen, and it was tall, too. It had really black eyes." Tears were threatening to spill down my face.
"What the hell were you doing running off in to the woods alone at this hour anyway?" my father hissed.
"It was Oscar, he ran in to the woods. I went after him," my voice broke down, "the wolf killed Oscar."
"And you're pretty damn lucky it didn't kill you, too!" he spat, hatefully. I winced. I didn't know if it was from the bloody hole in my chest or my father's remark, probably both.
We left for the hospital that night and the doctors fixed me up and told me I'd be just fine. Unfortunately, they were wrong. So very wrong.
Because a month later, during the full moon, I woke up one morning bloody and sore in my neighbors backyard, with the realization that werewolves were real creatures and I was one of them.
I didn't really have any memory of what I had done when I was the wolf, but my parents sure did. Apparently, I had scratched my father up really good before breaking out of the house. Once out of the house I had killed several stray animals, neighbors' pets, and murdered our neighbor's son, who was also my best friend. Needless to say, we had to move to another town.
After my parents found out what I had become, the problems at home got worse. My father wanted to kill me, said that I was a monster and had to be destroyed, while my mother insisted that it could be dealt with. She still loved her son, even if he was a murderous beast. Although I noticed she didn't hug me anymore or look me in the eye.
So, they had this shed built, to lock me up in when it was time for the full moon, so that I couldn't get loose and hurt anyone.
Unfortunately, I was still hurting someone, myself. When I couldn't get out to bite and scratch others, I ended up biting and scratching myself. But no one seemed to care about that. Except for at school, where my teachers thought I was being abused at home.
In a couple of hours I won't be able to keep up these thoughts, because I'll turn into the monster again. Fortunately for the last time until next month, which I'm glad for. I'm also kind of happy, because I'll be starting at a new school in less than a week. I'll be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I got the letter about two weeks ago. My parents were happy for me. Though I'm guessing they'll just be glad to get rid of me for a year, since I'm going to be living on school grounds.
Shortly after receiving the letter my parents sent one back, informing the Headmaster of my 'condition'. And I was afraid I wouldn't be able to go to the school after all, but he assured us that as long as special precautions were taken, there was no reason why I shouldn't go to school.
Tomorrow, I'll be heading off to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies so I can't wait.
I was so frustrated that I thought about turning around and going home, but then I reminded myself about how much I wanted to go to Hogwarts and I headed towards Flourish and Blotts with my text book list.
I almost hadn't found Diagon Alley, I had to wait until a nice wizard and his kids showed me the way in. I felt so stupid. My parents had decided to not come with me, since they were muggles and didn't feel comfortable with being around so many witches and wizards. So I was left all alone. Nothing unusual these days, though.
As the nice lady behind the counter started to ring up my books, I found myself rubbing a deep scratch on the side of my face that hurt like hell.
"What on earth happened to your face?" she asked me, as she put the last book in to my cauldron.
"Oh this?" I pointed at the scratch. "My dog( my dog scratched me." She looked at me suspiciously, then smiled.
"Your dog you say? What kind of dog do you have boy, a werewolf?" She laughed jokingly. I paid her for the books, then went to get the rest of my supplies, feeling a bit sick.
I found most of my other school supplies easily. The man in the wand shop was very helpful, but I started feeling a bit uneasy as I walked back toward the Leaky Cauldron. It seemed like people were all staring at me, walking away from me, and I even saw a couple of kids about my age looking at me and whispering. I didn't know if they could tell what I really was, or if it was because I was a muggle born, or if I was just being paranoid. I decided that I would stop for a butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron before heading off home.
The morning I was to get on the train at Kings Cross Station, I was feeling really nervous. I kept looking at my ticket as my father drove me to the station. I had been to Kings Cross Station several times and I had never seen a Platform 9 ¾. I was fairly sure that it didn't exist. But, even though I still thought I it was someone's idea of a cruel joke, I walked towards Platform 9 to check it out.
When I got there, however, all I saw were Platforms 9 and 10. Which was exactly what I was afraid of.
"Damn it! What now?" I sighed, as I pushed my cart toward Platform 9. Then, before I had time to think about what I was going to do next, I saw two boys with carts like mine, coming my way. They seemed to be struggling with something furry underneath the taller boy's shirt. I drew nearer to them to get a better look at what was going on.
"Sirius, quick! Platform 9 ¾ is just up there, hurry before he gets out!" the shorter boy said briskly.
"I'm trying, but he's scared. I can't hold him( Oh Bloody hell! Hurry James, help me catch him!" the two boys ran off after the fleeing animal leaving their carts with a short chubby boy. He turned and started to push the carts, but before I could see where he went(
"Hey kid! You're in my way!" A tall blond haired boy knocked me over on to the floor. I looked back to see where the boy with the carts had gone, but he was gone.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, as I stood up and dusted off my clothes. Then I noticed he had been pushing the same kind of cart as me, with a trunk on it that said 'Hogwarts'.
"You go to Hogwarts?" I asked, as he started walking away.
"Yeah, so what?" he asked, not bothering to look at me.
"Well, so do I. Well, I'm a first year. Could you show me where the Platform is?" I asked, quickly. The train was supposed to be leaving in less than two minutes.
"Oh, sure!" he smiled brightly.
"Your ticket says 9 ¾, right?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Thought so. They print the same mistake every year. They actually mean Platform 10."
"Oh! Thank you!" I waved at him and sped off to Platform 10. But, as I got there, I noticed that he wasn't following me. He pointed at me to a group of kids and they all started laughing. Then, they disappeared through the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. Just walked through it! I sighed heavily and did the same.
For some reason, when I walked in to the wall, I went right through it, too. I had expected to collide with it. And then as I stared ahead of me, I saw to my great relief, the Hogwarts Express. I got on to the train and settled in the first empty compartment. Soon however, someone came bursting in. A boy with bright red hair came in and sat down.
"Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full."
"Not at all."
"My name's Arthur Weasley, nice to meet you. Are you from a muggle family? Do you know how to use a toaster?" he asked quickly.
I smiled and sat back; I had a feeling this was going to be a very long ride.
The Adventures of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
::Year One::
Chapter Three:
Remus
By: Prongs
You sure do have a lot of time to think when you're all alone, locked in a shed. My parents built it two years ago when I had my 'accident.'
When I was eight years old, I was camping out in the woods on a family vacation when it happened. I woke up late at night because of a sound I had heard. It sounded like some sort of wild dog. Apparently our family dog heard it, too, and went after it. I jumped out of my sleeping bag after the dog, not waiting to wake my parents up, and ran deep in to the forest after my dog. It took several minutes, but I finally found him. He was whimpering and lying bloody and torn beneath a massive wolf. As soon as I saw it, it also saw me. I thought about running, but knew it would just come after me faster, so I tried to back away. But, as soon as I started to move, he did, too. I turned and ran as hard as I could, but it was on me in an instant. It's massive front paws thudded painfully onto my chest, knocking me to the ground, and then it snarled and shoved its blood-covered snout in to my face, giving me a murderous look before plunging its fangs deep into my chest, and tore out a large chunk of my flesh. Then, I did scream, which only seemed to excite it even more as it bowed its head down to inflict more damage. But then something strange happened. As soon as I screamed a great fiery orb came from nowhere and engulfed the wolf in flames. The wolf ran off howling in pain and for a moment, I just lay there in shock and numb with pain.
"What was that?" I wondered vaguely. Eventually I managed to stagger back to camp and wake my parents. I explained the whole story as they tried to patch up my wounds until we could reach the hospital.
"You say a wolf attacked you?!" my mother was having a breakdown. She was crying and holding me close as my father tried to clean the wound.
"Yeah it was really big, the biggest wolf I've ever seen, and it was tall, too. It had really black eyes." Tears were threatening to spill down my face.
"What the hell were you doing running off in to the woods alone at this hour anyway?" my father hissed.
"It was Oscar, he ran in to the woods. I went after him," my voice broke down, "the wolf killed Oscar."
"And you're pretty damn lucky it didn't kill you, too!" he spat, hatefully. I winced. I didn't know if it was from the bloody hole in my chest or my father's remark, probably both.
We left for the hospital that night and the doctors fixed me up and told me I'd be just fine. Unfortunately, they were wrong. So very wrong.
Because a month later, during the full moon, I woke up one morning bloody and sore in my neighbors backyard, with the realization that werewolves were real creatures and I was one of them.
I didn't really have any memory of what I had done when I was the wolf, but my parents sure did. Apparently, I had scratched my father up really good before breaking out of the house. Once out of the house I had killed several stray animals, neighbors' pets, and murdered our neighbor's son, who was also my best friend. Needless to say, we had to move to another town.
After my parents found out what I had become, the problems at home got worse. My father wanted to kill me, said that I was a monster and had to be destroyed, while my mother insisted that it could be dealt with. She still loved her son, even if he was a murderous beast. Although I noticed she didn't hug me anymore or look me in the eye.
So, they had this shed built, to lock me up in when it was time for the full moon, so that I couldn't get loose and hurt anyone.
Unfortunately, I was still hurting someone, myself. When I couldn't get out to bite and scratch others, I ended up biting and scratching myself. But no one seemed to care about that. Except for at school, where my teachers thought I was being abused at home.
In a couple of hours I won't be able to keep up these thoughts, because I'll turn into the monster again. Fortunately for the last time until next month, which I'm glad for. I'm also kind of happy, because I'll be starting at a new school in less than a week. I'll be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I got the letter about two weeks ago. My parents were happy for me. Though I'm guessing they'll just be glad to get rid of me for a year, since I'm going to be living on school grounds.
Shortly after receiving the letter my parents sent one back, informing the Headmaster of my 'condition'. And I was afraid I wouldn't be able to go to the school after all, but he assured us that as long as special precautions were taken, there was no reason why I shouldn't go to school.
Tomorrow, I'll be heading off to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies so I can't wait.
I was so frustrated that I thought about turning around and going home, but then I reminded myself about how much I wanted to go to Hogwarts and I headed towards Flourish and Blotts with my text book list.
I almost hadn't found Diagon Alley, I had to wait until a nice wizard and his kids showed me the way in. I felt so stupid. My parents had decided to not come with me, since they were muggles and didn't feel comfortable with being around so many witches and wizards. So I was left all alone. Nothing unusual these days, though.
As the nice lady behind the counter started to ring up my books, I found myself rubbing a deep scratch on the side of my face that hurt like hell.
"What on earth happened to your face?" she asked me, as she put the last book in to my cauldron.
"Oh this?" I pointed at the scratch. "My dog( my dog scratched me." She looked at me suspiciously, then smiled.
"Your dog you say? What kind of dog do you have boy, a werewolf?" She laughed jokingly. I paid her for the books, then went to get the rest of my supplies, feeling a bit sick.
I found most of my other school supplies easily. The man in the wand shop was very helpful, but I started feeling a bit uneasy as I walked back toward the Leaky Cauldron. It seemed like people were all staring at me, walking away from me, and I even saw a couple of kids about my age looking at me and whispering. I didn't know if they could tell what I really was, or if it was because I was a muggle born, or if I was just being paranoid. I decided that I would stop for a butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron before heading off home.
The morning I was to get on the train at Kings Cross Station, I was feeling really nervous. I kept looking at my ticket as my father drove me to the station. I had been to Kings Cross Station several times and I had never seen a Platform 9 ¾. I was fairly sure that it didn't exist. But, even though I still thought I it was someone's idea of a cruel joke, I walked towards Platform 9 to check it out.
When I got there, however, all I saw were Platforms 9 and 10. Which was exactly what I was afraid of.
"Damn it! What now?" I sighed, as I pushed my cart toward Platform 9. Then, before I had time to think about what I was going to do next, I saw two boys with carts like mine, coming my way. They seemed to be struggling with something furry underneath the taller boy's shirt. I drew nearer to them to get a better look at what was going on.
"Sirius, quick! Platform 9 ¾ is just up there, hurry before he gets out!" the shorter boy said briskly.
"I'm trying, but he's scared. I can't hold him( Oh Bloody hell! Hurry James, help me catch him!" the two boys ran off after the fleeing animal leaving their carts with a short chubby boy. He turned and started to push the carts, but before I could see where he went(
"Hey kid! You're in my way!" A tall blond haired boy knocked me over on to the floor. I looked back to see where the boy with the carts had gone, but he was gone.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, as I stood up and dusted off my clothes. Then I noticed he had been pushing the same kind of cart as me, with a trunk on it that said 'Hogwarts'.
"You go to Hogwarts?" I asked, as he started walking away.
"Yeah, so what?" he asked, not bothering to look at me.
"Well, so do I. Well, I'm a first year. Could you show me where the Platform is?" I asked, quickly. The train was supposed to be leaving in less than two minutes.
"Oh, sure!" he smiled brightly.
"Your ticket says 9 ¾, right?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Thought so. They print the same mistake every year. They actually mean Platform 10."
"Oh! Thank you!" I waved at him and sped off to Platform 10. But, as I got there, I noticed that he wasn't following me. He pointed at me to a group of kids and they all started laughing. Then, they disappeared through the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. Just walked through it! I sighed heavily and did the same.
For some reason, when I walked in to the wall, I went right through it, too. I had expected to collide with it. And then as I stared ahead of me, I saw to my great relief, the Hogwarts Express. I got on to the train and settled in the first empty compartment. Soon however, someone came bursting in. A boy with bright red hair came in and sat down.
"Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full."
"Not at all."
"My name's Arthur Weasley, nice to meet you. Are you from a muggle family? Do you know how to use a toaster?" he asked quickly.
I smiled and sat back; I had a feeling this was going to be a very long ride.