Year 2: Chapter 24
A small flicker of light squeezed its way into the Shack and managed to focus itself on the face of the sleeping boy. Fluttering his eyelids he tried to remove the glare of the winter sun. His eyes flickered open and he focused his eyes on his surroundings.
The chair in the corner of the room was now smashed and wrecked where he had attacked it in the night. The dusty floor held large footprints that looked like they belonged to a dog not a boy.
Remus hated this place. It smelled old and it stood alone from the world, just like he did! His head throbbed with pain and his shoulder blades felt as if they had been put in wrong. He could see scratches on his arms and he wasn't sure if he could stand on his leg.
He didn't know what time it was, but he knew he was hungry, he was always hungry after his transformation. Standing he made his way to the hidden entrance that would lead to the Hogwarts grounds. He lifted the latch and happily pulled the tray filled with food into the room.
He sat down on the old sofa that he had mutilated and looked at the plate. He had bacon rolls that were enchanted to stay warm for hours. There were scrambled eggs with tomatoes as well along with a container of pumpkin juice.
His lunch also rested on the plate he had chips with ham and garden peas, he could feel the heat radiate off them and knew they too had been charmed. For his tea though he had only a selection of chicken sandwiches and he was thankful it wasn't anything heavier as he found he wouldn't be able to hold it during his transformation.
Among the food and the three containers of pumpkin juice were five chocolate frogs that he knew Pomfrey had placed there, since she was unable to tend to him until after his third transformation she insisted he ate chocolate to take the pain.
He quickly bit into the bacon rolls eating as if he were Sirius just shovelling them into his mouth chewing only because he must and quickly swallowing them. It took no more than five minutes to work his way through the ten rolls and then he moved onto the breakfast plate.
Hidden on the plate was his small watch and he looked at the time, it was eleven in the morning and he knew that the Gryffindors were all sleeping now in the History of Magic classroom. He moved again to the hidden door and pulled out his schoolbooks for the day.
He loved this part of the day when he tried to ignore the pain because it felt normal to him almost like his years before Hogwarts were he would transform back into himself and then grab his books to read. He looked at himself and knew he should dress but would it matter if he were nude nobody would see him and he would only wreck his clothes that night.
He found his History textbook and inside was a list of what Binns would be teaching today. He sat down and read through it and quickly started on the essay that he needed to write, he had been given all the materials he needed.
By one o'clock he had finished the essay and sat to eat his lunch. He knew that they had Herbology next and started with those notes reading through them and writing the next essay, the only other lesson that they had was Charms and he would do that essay the next day.
It was nearing five and he ate his chicken rolls and then down the last of the pumpkin juice. He placed the tray back outside the door with his books and laid down to rest knowing that sunset would be at 5.45 that day and the feel of the moon already taking its affect.
He felt pain shot up his body and his shoulders began to rip, he felt the hair of the beast begin to grow as he allowed a scream from his lips. His knees began to buckle but before he could collapse his legs had changed becoming larger, becoming wolf.
His yell changed half way through and the howl of a wolf angry to be locked up away from the world was heard, while underneath hid the boy who's body was now different to anything it should be.