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Chapter Ten

Well, the week was up. Remus packed up his trunk again and stood up, ready to walk to another, safer place for his transformation 5 nights from now. His first thought had been the Shrieking Shack again, but that was too obvious. They would probably be waiting there for him, and then they would take him back to the school, back to his friends who probably hated him right now. He sighed and made up his mind to walk deeper into the woods. That way, he could run rampant and wouldn't kill anyone. He might kill something, but at least people (and hopefully centaurs) would be safe. He heard a rustling in the bushes and bolted, hoping it wasn't the centaurs. He didn't fancy dying right now, even if he wouldn't have much of a life as a hermit in the Forest.

He didn't know how long he ran. Only that when he started it was about noon, and now the sun had set. Panting from his long run, he noticed a small cave a little while up. Hoping that it wasn't already inhabited, he pulled his aching body toward it, forgetting about his trunk.

The cave was dark, and slightly damp. The smell of heavy dirt lay thick, but there was no smell of any living creature there, which surprised him. Too tired to be cautious, Remus fell asleep on a small ledge.

When Remus opened his eyes the next day, the first thing he noticed was that he heard the sound of running water. The second thing he noticed was that he was thirsty. He stood up, and the pounding headache one got when they were dehydrated hit him immediately. Shaking a little, he followed the sound, which was in the back of the cave. There, at the very back of the deep cave, lay a small pool of clear water. Right next to it sat a small hollowed out rock, almost exactly like a bowl. Thinking about what a wonderful coincidence that was, he took a deep sip from the bowl. Nothing happened, so he took another sip, and another. Soon he was drinking great bowlfuls of the cold, cold water. Now though, he was hungry. He needed to eat something, and soon. He wandered out of the cave to see if he could find any mushrooms and saw, not 10 feet away from his trunk, a banana tree. Odd, he didn't think there were any banana trees in Britain. Then he supposed that if any place was going to have the only wild banana tree, it would be the Forbidden Forest. Remus ate many bananas, their sweetness a bit nauseating after only eating onions and mushrooms for the past week. After eating his fill, he sat on the ground, wondering what on earth he could do. Perhaps, to entertain himself, he could perform a little magic? No, he rejected the idea almost immediately, the Ministry has ways of pinpointing where underage magic was performed and he didn't want to be caught. True, he had performed levitating spells and Lumos once in a while, but it would be too much to hope for more luck. He would read. He had received an Umbridge book on werewolves the week before he had left and hadn't got a chance to read it yet. Although he thought that Umbridge was a complete and total cow who knew nothing about werewolves or indeed, any magical creatures, her writing was so clichéd that it was funny. He just skipped over the Introduction ( Why Werewolves are Wicked) and started reading on how to recognize one. He was a bit startled to realize that only about a quarter of them were true. He certainly did not smell of blood! And he definitely bathed more than twice a month. He laughed at the rest of the symptoms, happy for the first time in ages.

Yay! I posted it up on time! is proud See? See? Something good has happened to Remy! Next chapter is the Full Moon! Sirius' point of view. Then, in a twisted-y way it will be Remus' point of view during the Full Moon! Wow...REVIEW! please?