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Chapter Six
As Remus lay his extra cloak over the fluffy leaves that he had gathered, he thought. I have till the week of the full moon to get out. That means I have a week. He stood back and looked at the little clearing that he had made into a sort of home for the week. It didn't look exactly homey, but it would do. A huge band of pain had his stomach in its grip, he needed food. Remus looked around the place, he realized that he hadn't brought anything with him. Stupid. He saw a rabbit, it was hopping along, the smell of fresh meat was driving him crazy. The wolf in him was begging for him to kill it, to rip the tender meat off its bones, and for once, he listened to it.
The skull crunched, and warm, slightly metallic blood flooded his mouth. Fresh meat entered his belly and he felt satisfied. There was no water handy, so he drank it's blood. When the marrow had been sucked from its tiny bones, he fell asleep, full.
When he woke up again, he looked around and groaned. Bits of rabbit were littered everywhere in the clearing and the smell of death and blood lay heavily over the area. He tried not to listen to the wolf, because this is what happened when he did. Remus tried to look on the bright side, at least he was full. Besides, it was him or the rabbit. Not really, but it made him feel better. Then he did the unthinkable.
He thought about his friends. How they had really seemed to be OK with the fact that he was a werewolf, even though he had pretended he wasn't. But they both were from pureblood families, families that tended to kill werewolves for fun. He shivered as he remembered a case where a werewolf was put to death for venturing into a crowded area two days before the full moon by Judge Maxwell Potter. The Black's just hated half-bloods in general, and although Sirius seemed to hate his family, he was still raised by them and had some of their morals imprinted on his mind. They were probably having loads of fun without him, glad that there wasn't a vicious werewolf in their midst. A tear rolled down his face, crap, he was crying to much. He was just a useless baby, a stupid werewolf who didn't have the right to live. That's what his father always told him and perhaps he was right. He cried himself to sleep, alone and miserable. As he slept, clouds whisked across the sky, revealing the moon. It was half full.
Ok, Ok, no slash! Whatever my reviewers want, they get. Right, in case you haven't noticed, this is kinda gory. But, he's a werewolf, what do you expect? Remus and the rabbit to become friends? Silly. Sorry if I'm rambling, i saw The Ring last ngiht and i'm still kinda freaked out. Mirrors and trees everywhere. Good movie though. Well, i'm off subject. Anyway, in this series, Remus is gonna cry quite a bit. But, if you were 11, just ran away from your only friends, the place that could give you a decent future, were hungry, killed something when you tried not to listen to the side of you who told you to...the list goes on and on. Also, I'm not so clear about the moon phases, if anybody knows what phase the moon is in a week before the full moon, tell me and I'll change it. Review!
