Diary of A Murderer
Chapter 9 – Animalistic Traits
Please excuse my last entry.
I was not thinking straight. My mind was travelling one hundred and forty miles an hour. I managed to settle down… mainly because I hate high speeds. I had this mental image of my brain flying around my head at top speeds before coming to a literally brain-numbing stop on the inside of my skull. Needless to say, it was not pretty and there was lots of blood.
I'm getting off task again. I tend to do that a lot. Anyway, I went back to the meeting place one night, only to realize at the last moment that it was a Full Moon. The consequences were large. Werewolves never remember a thing after their transformation, and I am happy to say that Remus had no clue what had gone on that night.
Sirius had followed to make sure that Remus got to the Shrieking Shack okay, but as he was being escorted down to the tree, the moon came out early from behind a cloud, changing him before they had a chance. Of course, it was Dumbledore escorting him and he had no idea that Sirius was there, so Sirius didn't have a chance to go after Remus. And a bloody good job or I don't think either him or I would have made it this far.
The werewolf is an extreme representation of our inborn animalistic traits. That sounded smart. I got that out of one of Ron's brothers' books. Quite interesting stuff, although I'll be damned if I know what that sentence means. I'm sure anyone reading this will understand… it sounds important.
Remus came charging at us like a bull in a china shop (excuse the phrase) and felled four fellow Death Eaters, injuring three more. Amazingly I escaped harm… partly because I curled up into a small ball and hid in a hole in the ground. Not the point. The point is that I had to get back to the dormitories pronto, before Sirius informed James and in turn informed me. At that time we were still working on the Animagus forms. In fact, at that time, I was still choosing whether to be a tiger or an elephant. I don't care what Sirius said about neither of them living in Britain… being a budgie just seemed to defeat the purpose a tad.
It would be another year before we managed our first transformation that didn't include one of us being horribly mangled or ending up with someone having too much chest hair after they turned back. And then there was that time when Sirius walked around with a hairy back for a week because something went wrong.
It was quite a sight whenever Malfoy would walk by as Sirius raised his hackles. I'll never forget that.
Wormtail.