Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. 'Only A Northern Song' belongs to George Harrison and the Beatles. Thank you to my GREAT betas for helping me with this. I'm so glad to have you guys helping me!

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Gains And Losses

Chapter 22

When You're Listening Late At Night

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You may think the chords are going wrong
But they're not
He just wrote it like that
When you're listening late at night
You may think the bands are not quite right
But they are
They just play it like that
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern Song

Harry and Romulus' Muggle Studies class that day was a breeze, for them at least. They were learning about telephones; and since Harry lived with muggles he was able to help Romulus with it.

To their amusement, when they were testing the telephones, Serpientus tried to stick his quill into one of the sockets and electrocuted himself. His hair had been sticking out in all directions and he had to be rushed to the hospital wing by Malfoy.

After Muggle Studies they had Charms, where they learned the Wingardium Leviosa charm. After charms they had the dreaded potions class. Fortunately Snape was busy making potions for his son and the class had Remus as a replacement.

By the end of the day everyone was tired and had gone to bed at around 7:30. Except for Harry and Romulus, of course. They stayed up in the common room telling each other stories about the stuff that happened while they were apart.

"Once when I was seven my friend was trying to teach me how to ride a bike and I lost control. I knocked down this old guy who was walking down the street," said Harry.

"You think that's funny?" asked Romulus. "Well when I was eight, my dad invited this girl over, and I hate it when my dad dates, so I took his wand and put a spell on him so that everything he said would come out as a quack. You should have seen the look on that woman's face when my dad quacked at her!"

"When I was six I tried to give the family cat a haircut. When I was done he was completely bald. Then the cat ran into the living room where my mom was talking to this rich woman. The rich woman lost it and ran out of the house screaming!"

"Once my dad was getting ready to go for a walk and I shoved a pair of underwear in his back pocket. Everyone kept on giving him dirty looks as he walked by. I was watching him from the bushes."

The two boys laughed as they talked about the times when they weren't together.

Harry sighed.

"I wish Morticia was here; then she could tell us really embarrassing stories about her dad and brother."

Romulus laughed.

"Yeah, we could use that against them."

Harry walked over to the window and pulled open the curtains. He looked up at the sky with a smile.

"I love the full moon."

A frightened look appeared on Romulus' face. He jumped out of his seat and began to panic.

"Romulus, what's wrong?" asked Harry.

"It's the full moon!"

"Um…so…"

Romulus swallowed loudly.

"Harry, I'm a werewolf."

"You're a…"

"Yes, a werewolf. I'll understand completely if you hate me and don't want to see me anymore but-"

"Don't worry, I don't care."

"I'm going to transform. I'll hurt you! I have to get out of here right away! I don't want to hurt you."

Harry began to shake. He didn't know what to do! Suddenly he got an idea. The window! He pushed away the curtains and lifted the window.

"Romulus, quick! Out the window!"

It was too late. Romulus went completely rigid, his whole body beginning to shake. His feet were turning into paws and his robes were ripping. There was a look of sheer terror on his face. He let out a scream of pain.

"No…no…no…this can't be happening!" Harry begged quietly.

He turned around to jump out the window but it wasn't open enough. He tried to push it open more. It wouldn't budge. As he turned back he saw a full-grown werewolf staring back at him.

"Romulus, control yourself, please. It's me, Harry, your best friend. Calm down!"

It was no use. The werewolf snapped his jaw and plunged foreword, just missing Harry. Harry tried to hide behind the couch but the wolf immediately found him.

The wolf jumped on him and stared at him. Harry stared fearfully into Romulus' bloodthirsty eyes, knowing that inside it was just a boy; his harmless best friend.

The wolf began to scratch Harry, leaving large gashes in his skin. Harry couldn't bear the pain; it was like he had never felt before. He pushed the wolf off of him and tried to run to the door. He tripped over his untied shoelace and collapsed to the ground. He was a bloody mess. The werewolf jumped on him again. He felt a sharp pain in his leg and he screamed.

The whole world went blurry and he passed out.

Harry woke up to a room he had never seen before. He felt tubes up his nose and down his throat and an IV attached to his left wrist. His left leg was completely and heavily covered in bandages.

What had happened? He remembered Romulus turning into a werewolf and attacking him but he couldn't remember anything after that.

And where was he? It looked like a hospital. His whole body hurt. He looked down at his arms. They were a ghastly shade of yellow. What was wrong with him?

A woman dressed in white robes bustled over to him. She gave him a sympathetic look and began to stroke his hair.

"Don't worry, Honey, it's ok," she said.

Who was she? She left the door and walked over to the open door. - Doesn't make sense.

"You can come in now," she said to someone.

"Harry!"

Harry heard fast footsteps and Remus entered the room. He ran over to Harry's bedside and pulled him into a hug. Harry hissed in pain and Remus pulled away. He began to stroke his hair.

"I'm sorry. How are you feeling?"

Harry grumbled and buried his head under the covers, his eyes peaking over them.

"What happened?"

Remus bit his lip and a lone tear fell down his cheek.

"You were bitten by a werewolf."

It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
or how I fare or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern Song
If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct
There's nobody there
And I told you there's no one there

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A/N: Oooh! Cliffy! Please review!

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foxyie xoxThank God for the Italians in this story, or you would have forgotten about, or conversation about ciao being Italian. Ciao is Italian not Spanish, remember that. Thank you for reviewing Melissa. I love you. BFF!

mistik-elf13: Lol! I'm glad that you liked the chapter. It's great to know that people are reading my work. I'd like to become a good author one day.

sami1010220: The acting was great…but not the crying part. Daniel Radcliffe is shit when he cries. Ruppie is my favourite actor of the movie. Sexy redhead!! Lol! I hope you liked this chapter.

Pixie89: Hermione will be there later but she has a really small part. I might fit her in but I don't think I will. I don't like Hermione very much as a character. Ron will be there later and will be come a more important character in the sequel.

Mr. Happy Java Man: Well, I'm Canadian and I thought that there was too much stuff out there about Americans. I want there to be more stuff about Canada and Italy (I'm Italian) in stories like this. Canada is just as good as America and they deserve just as much fame and importance in the world as the States. You're Canadian too; I talk to you on MSN.

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