A/N: Well, because the first chapter is so rushed and short I decided to tell of how Remus became a werewolf. Sorry if the dating is wrong. Thankies to Amber, LonleyStar, Moni Jane, Em andteendevilneither for reviewing. On with the poem...


It took place on the 14th of May,
As the end of spring began to tell,
Of the things that were to take place,
On my day of Hell.

It started in the morning with the,
Announcement of Goyle's birthday,
Where my prefects duty,
Seemed to temporarily leave me.

Double potions came after,
Where the Slytherins ran amok,
The Potion's masterfeeding their laughter,
As Wormtail hid behind his book.

While school ran wild with stories,
And rumors spreading like a plague,
Concerning James Potter and Lily,
People wondered if they'd ever fade.

As if that day could get much worse,
I stupidly took a stroll in the woods,
My first hint of the evil curse,
Was the feeling I should turn back, I wish I could.

But blinded by my wonder,
And overwhelming curiosity,
I passed on yonder,
And was met with a beast of no mercy.

The creature; at least 7 foot tall,
Didn't take long with its present prey,
Once it saw me tremble and fall,
I was met with hungry eyes of grey.

Begging in my head to survive,
Praying it would pass me by,
Hoping I would stay alive,
Not noticing, I began to cry.

Amazingly after only one bite,
I felt it retreat and leave,
Clearly it was satisfied,
Or that's what I believe.

After staggering back to school,
After being caught by Mr. Filch,
After breaking the night-time rule,
After being ridden with guilt,
After finally deciding to tell.
I ended my day of Hell.

But as a reminder that will not be leaving anytime soon,
I am put through my day of Hell again on every fell moon.