Four
A/N: Sorry this Update has taken so long, I moved house and then our internet wasn't working (so I worked on the original copy of this chapter) then my system had to be rebooted so the internet would work (but it didn't). Not only did I have to re-write this chapters original draft and then the second edition (which I wasn't happy with) so it has led to a delayed draft 3. There are also several other reasons that delayed the disrebution of this chapter, which although unfortunate, inspired the storyline of chapters five six and seven. Anyway, enough babble. This Chapter begins exactly where its prequel chapter left off, Harry has just found himself in the Shrieking Shack, this is exactly where we pick up. So, Enough waiting, here it is :)
Seven
The furniture was covered in more scratches, and dust was everywhere but the -apparently haunted- mansion was still recognisable. Infact, it came as a shock to Harry that the Shrieking Shack had changed at all. It hadn't occured to Harry that Remus would still be using the Shack every fort-night, even when Remus had told him earlier that he would be heading to the Shack at seven'o clock tonight, it hadn't clicked with Harry. Of Remus would have enflicted the scratches, and dust gathers itself, The Shrieking Shacks small transformation somehow made a big difference to Harry.
Harry stood up and began to walk around the Shack, searching for the letter that had brought him here, it had been a portkey -a portkey is an enchanted object that magicaly transports a witch of wizard from one destination to another in a matter of seconds- that had brought him here, probally an illegal one. Harry had been transported to a dangerous situation by an illegal portkey before, when he was in his fourth year at Hogwarts, he had touched the Triwizard tournament cup (along with Cedric Diggory -who Voldemort had murdered-) and witnessed the return of Lord Voldemort. If Harry could find the letter, he could return to Grimauld Place and escape from the eerie fate that he felt he would have to live through.
For several minutes Harry searched through the dark and dank rooms of the shack -by wandlight- for the portkey. His searches led Harry to the extra dark and dusty room where Harry had first found out that Remus was a werewolf, as well as discovering many secrets about his -now- dead godfather Sirius Black, and Ron's so called rat scabbers. Harry searched through this room as hard as he could, but no luck either. There was only one more hiding place in this room that Harry could think of and that was on top of the old grandfather clock he peered above, and there it was! Harry stretched his arm to try and reach the portkey but it was too high, sighing, he glanced at the clock, it was 7'oclock.
Harry would have run for dear life, if he did not find himself frozen to the spot in fear. Seven was when Remus was coming. As if waiting for this to hit Harry, thier was a large SNAP! as Remus apparated into the room.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" Remus asked curiously.
"Portkey brung me here, an illegal one." Harry told him "Could you take me back please?" It was too late. Remus was sudenly trembling ferociously, large amounts of hair began to spring from all over his body, and his short nails grew to long claws. His face turned into that of a wolves, and he began to grow to a tremendous hieght. He had transformed.
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"Remus It's Me! It's Harry!" He called as he narrowly dodged a swipe from Werewolf Lupin. Harry could see these efforts were useless, Remus continued to swipe and slash at the helpless sixteen year old.
"RICTUS EMPRA!" a cold voice called, Remus was knocked to the floor, and seemed injured. Harry's head span to see a hooded figure holding a long and knobby wand. The mysterious figure now raised it's wand to Harry who felt a shiver run up his spine as the creature spoke
"You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment" said the cold and droning voice "Just waiting for the time that I could show 'The Famous Harry Potter' how weak he was, I wanted to murder him slowly."
Harry shuddered, he recognised that voice, he just couldn't remember when he heard it last. Harry grabbed his wand and began to cast the expelliarmus charm, but his spell was cut short by an "Accio wand!" Harry felt his own wand fly into that of the figures.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, the hooded wizard just cakled evily, then turned on Remus.
"Avada Kerdabra!" it called to the whimpering Remus.
It seemed to take forever, Harry looked into the fear of the eyes of the werewolf. Before, Remu's werewolf form had been full of ferocity and anger, now it seemed as if it was loving, and fear. His body jolted into the air, then the corpse of Remus hit the floor with a loud thud.
"REMUS!" Harry called at the top of his voice "REMUS! NOOOOO! YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME, NOT NOW, NOT EVER! REMUS!" It was no good. Harry's sadened crys could not change the fate of Remus Lupin. He was dead.
Harry sprinted to the corpse and called "Accio Wand!" His wand zoomed from the cold-blooded murderers hand to his own. "Accio Portkey!" he called to the letter, this zoomed into his other hand. Harry clutched the body of Remus and felt thatjolting sensation once more, thier was a flash of light, and Harry and the dead-Remus were in one of the living rooms of 12 Gimauld Place, the bustling laughter was cut short all eyes turned on Harry.
AN: Wow, I really am not happy with the descriptive context of The second half of this Chapter, but I really needed to get it up, so because it really isn't that great at all, I'll give you a sample of the next one :) Read, Review, and Enjoy!
Five (Sample)
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE CRITICISED AND BULLIED FOR EVERY SINGLE THING YOU DO!" Hermionie shouted.
"Hermionie, I'm so sorry, if only me and ron'd have known, we could help, we would stop laughing at you!" Harry told her, trying to comfort her. Ron nodded his head in agreement.
"It's too late for that." Hermionie said coldly,she now raised her wand to Harry and Ron.
"Avada Kerdabra."
