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Quote of the Day: "Email is like a prison, a prison with no walls, and no toilet." Does anyone know where that's from? It's off of my favorite website. If you know, review and tell me!!!
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The weeks flew by for Remus. Every day seemed exactly the same – classes, lunch, classes, work, dinner, work, bed. Peter was hanging around with them more and more. James and Sirius never said anything about it, and Remus was grateful for that. The week before Christmas vacation began, Remus' third transformation was due.
"So how do you get to wherever your mum is?" Sirius asked the day before the full moon. "Does the train come?"
"Uh, no, actually," Remus replied, staring intently at the quill in his hands. "I go outside of school bounds and ride the Knight Bus."
His friends nodded, returning to their books. Remus had a twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that James and Sirius were getting suspicious about him being gone every time there were noises from the shack. What if they found out? They were sure to desert him if they knew what he was. No one wanted to be anywhere near a werewolf. It's so unfair! he thought angrily. Just because a person is attacked, he's hated by the world for the rest of his life. The thought made him so frustrated that he couldn't concentrate. Checking his watch, he saw that it was late enough that he could pretend to be tired.
"I'm going to bed," he told the other three boys around him. Standing and stretching, he started up the staircase. He realized that he actually was exhausted from staying up studying all night last night. If he didn't get enough sleep, it would be a rough night the next night.
Remus slept through breakfast the next day. When he woke up after a full night's sleep, he felt much better. As he walked to classes with his friends, he felt almost as if he was ready for the transformation.
It snowed through the morning, and by the time classes were over, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground.
"Forget these essays, let's go out and have some fun!" James led the way out of the castle. All afternoon, they snowballed each other and worked on a snow fort, which was reinforced by simple spells. When it began to get dark, they began a modified game of hide-and-seek. The game was interrupted when Madam Pomfrey came running out.
"Remus! What are you doing?!" she shouted. Stopping cold, Remus suddenly remembered that it was full moon. He had completely forgotten.
"I have to go!" he yelled over his shoulder to his friends as he bolted toward the castle, Madam Pomfrey on his heels. While they ran, Remus could hear her scolding him between gasps of breath. He felt awful. If she hadn't found him in time, he could have transformed out on the grounds. He would have bitten all of his friends, and everyone else he could get to, too. Just the thought made him feel sick. Tears began to burn his eyes as he sped through the passageways. He barely got inside the shack when the first shock of pain came crashing down on him. Locking the door, he threw the key across the room. It was just clear of his hand when he started to transform.
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In the morning, Remus saw too weak to move. He lay on the floor, trying to forget all that had happened. For nearly a half-hour, he didn't move a muscle. Finally, he dragged himself up and began to look for the key. He had been so disoriented when he had thrown it that he didn't know where to look. It took him another forty-five minutes to find the tiny gold key. Not even caring what he had injured, the boy crawled to Madam Pomfrey's office. She took one look at him and began to insist that he stayed here instead of go to classes. He protested.
"If I'm not in class, it will make people suspicious," he argued.
"If you go to class, people will wonder what happened to you," Madam Pomfrey responded with a worried look.
"So I'll tell them I got mugged," Remus replied. "Look, I need to go to class! I can't just stay here and draw any attention to myself."
Madam Pomfrey still looked worried, but she finally consented. Before she let him go, she gave him a cup of steaming silver liquid. "Drink it all, or I'll keep you in here a week," she threatened. Remus took a sip and found that it didn't taste too bad. He drank the rest quickly and handed the cup back to Madam Pomfrey. Hurrying out of the Hospital Wing, he almost ran into Peter.
"Peter? Why aren't you at breakfast?" Remus wondered.
"You're late, so we all split up to look for you," the other boy replied. "You came here last time, so I thought you might be here again."
"Good thinking," said a voice from behind them. James and Sirius walked up next to them.
"What happened to you?" Sirius asked, looking at Remus gravely. "You look terrible."
"I got mugged when I was waiting for the Knight Bus," Remus told him. Sirius and James nodded, but Remus thought he saw a doubtful look in their eyes. He shook it off, deciding that he was getting paranoid.
"Well, Herbology is starting," James said. "Should we go?"
The four boys walked quickly to the greenhouses, getting there just as Professor Sprout began to speak. While they planted Poisonous Klaws, Remus was preoccupied, trying to think of new excuses for next month. His hand moved automatically, dropping seeds and covering them with soil.
"Remus!"
Remus looked up, surprised. His friends were staring at him. He felt his face turn red.
"She wants us to clean up," Sirius told him. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," Remus mumbled, picking up his planting tray and moving it to the back table. "I'm just tired."
The rest of the day was a blur. Remus tried to pay attention in class, but his mind kept wandering. He was so tired. All he wanted was to sleep for a few hours. When dinner was finally over, he followed his three friends to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. For the first time, he noticed that they weren't talking much. When they entered the room, Remus sank into a chair and watched them, now tense and worried. His eyes followed Sirius as he closed the door and stood next to James, in front of Remus.
"Is something wrong?" Remus wondered, beginning to get scared.
"You tell us, you're the one that looks like you're back from the dead," Sirius replied. Peter looked afraid.
"Look, what's wrong?" asked Remus. He had a cold feeling in his stomach, and his heart started to pound. If they had somehow found out-
There was a long silence. More and more, Remus felt as if a cold hand was squeezing his heart. He wished that someone would just hurry up and say something. Finally, James spoke. "Let me tell you what we know."
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A/N Ok sorry for the delay!!! Had some trouble getting onto the computer. Anyway, Next chapter should be up soon! Plz review!!!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Well, it's coming! Just wait for the next chapter! Please keep reviewing!!!
Quote of the Day: "Email is like a prison, a prison with no walls, and no toilet." Does anyone know where that's from? It's off of my favorite website. If you know, review and tell me!!!
* * *
The weeks flew by for Remus. Every day seemed exactly the same – classes, lunch, classes, work, dinner, work, bed. Peter was hanging around with them more and more. James and Sirius never said anything about it, and Remus was grateful for that. The week before Christmas vacation began, Remus' third transformation was due.
"So how do you get to wherever your mum is?" Sirius asked the day before the full moon. "Does the train come?"
"Uh, no, actually," Remus replied, staring intently at the quill in his hands. "I go outside of school bounds and ride the Knight Bus."
His friends nodded, returning to their books. Remus had a twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that James and Sirius were getting suspicious about him being gone every time there were noises from the shack. What if they found out? They were sure to desert him if they knew what he was. No one wanted to be anywhere near a werewolf. It's so unfair! he thought angrily. Just because a person is attacked, he's hated by the world for the rest of his life. The thought made him so frustrated that he couldn't concentrate. Checking his watch, he saw that it was late enough that he could pretend to be tired.
"I'm going to bed," he told the other three boys around him. Standing and stretching, he started up the staircase. He realized that he actually was exhausted from staying up studying all night last night. If he didn't get enough sleep, it would be a rough night the next night.
Remus slept through breakfast the next day. When he woke up after a full night's sleep, he felt much better. As he walked to classes with his friends, he felt almost as if he was ready for the transformation.
It snowed through the morning, and by the time classes were over, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground.
"Forget these essays, let's go out and have some fun!" James led the way out of the castle. All afternoon, they snowballed each other and worked on a snow fort, which was reinforced by simple spells. When it began to get dark, they began a modified game of hide-and-seek. The game was interrupted when Madam Pomfrey came running out.
"Remus! What are you doing?!" she shouted. Stopping cold, Remus suddenly remembered that it was full moon. He had completely forgotten.
"I have to go!" he yelled over his shoulder to his friends as he bolted toward the castle, Madam Pomfrey on his heels. While they ran, Remus could hear her scolding him between gasps of breath. He felt awful. If she hadn't found him in time, he could have transformed out on the grounds. He would have bitten all of his friends, and everyone else he could get to, too. Just the thought made him feel sick. Tears began to burn his eyes as he sped through the passageways. He barely got inside the shack when the first shock of pain came crashing down on him. Locking the door, he threw the key across the room. It was just clear of his hand when he started to transform.
* * *
In the morning, Remus saw too weak to move. He lay on the floor, trying to forget all that had happened. For nearly a half-hour, he didn't move a muscle. Finally, he dragged himself up and began to look for the key. He had been so disoriented when he had thrown it that he didn't know where to look. It took him another forty-five minutes to find the tiny gold key. Not even caring what he had injured, the boy crawled to Madam Pomfrey's office. She took one look at him and began to insist that he stayed here instead of go to classes. He protested.
"If I'm not in class, it will make people suspicious," he argued.
"If you go to class, people will wonder what happened to you," Madam Pomfrey responded with a worried look.
"So I'll tell them I got mugged," Remus replied. "Look, I need to go to class! I can't just stay here and draw any attention to myself."
Madam Pomfrey still looked worried, but she finally consented. Before she let him go, she gave him a cup of steaming silver liquid. "Drink it all, or I'll keep you in here a week," she threatened. Remus took a sip and found that it didn't taste too bad. He drank the rest quickly and handed the cup back to Madam Pomfrey. Hurrying out of the Hospital Wing, he almost ran into Peter.
"Peter? Why aren't you at breakfast?" Remus wondered.
"You're late, so we all split up to look for you," the other boy replied. "You came here last time, so I thought you might be here again."
"Good thinking," said a voice from behind them. James and Sirius walked up next to them.
"What happened to you?" Sirius asked, looking at Remus gravely. "You look terrible."
"I got mugged when I was waiting for the Knight Bus," Remus told him. Sirius and James nodded, but Remus thought he saw a doubtful look in their eyes. He shook it off, deciding that he was getting paranoid.
"Well, Herbology is starting," James said. "Should we go?"
The four boys walked quickly to the greenhouses, getting there just as Professor Sprout began to speak. While they planted Poisonous Klaws, Remus was preoccupied, trying to think of new excuses for next month. His hand moved automatically, dropping seeds and covering them with soil.
"Remus!"
Remus looked up, surprised. His friends were staring at him. He felt his face turn red.
"She wants us to clean up," Sirius told him. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," Remus mumbled, picking up his planting tray and moving it to the back table. "I'm just tired."
The rest of the day was a blur. Remus tried to pay attention in class, but his mind kept wandering. He was so tired. All he wanted was to sleep for a few hours. When dinner was finally over, he followed his three friends to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. For the first time, he noticed that they weren't talking much. When they entered the room, Remus sank into a chair and watched them, now tense and worried. His eyes followed Sirius as he closed the door and stood next to James, in front of Remus.
"Is something wrong?" Remus wondered, beginning to get scared.
"You tell us, you're the one that looks like you're back from the dead," Sirius replied. Peter looked afraid.
"Look, what's wrong?" asked Remus. He had a cold feeling in his stomach, and his heart started to pound. If they had somehow found out-
There was a long silence. More and more, Remus felt as if a cold hand was squeezing his heart. He wished that someone would just hurry up and say something. Finally, James spoke. "Let me tell you what we know."
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A/N Ok sorry for the delay!!! Had some trouble getting onto the computer. Anyway, Next chapter should be up soon! Plz review!!!
TheDudeLordOfFantasy – Well, it's coming! Just wait for the next chapter! Please keep reviewing!!!