Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, if it did, then the series would be focused on the Marauders. In leather. Except for Peter, who would be eaten by giant Flobberworms.

Chapter 12

Remus sat hunched over in his little cave. The sun was starting to set, a beautiful sight to anyone but him. Sunset meant moonrise. As the last of the sun dipped behind the horizon, he was suddenly overcome with terrible pain. His body started shaking as his bones cracked and shifted into a canine shape. His skin felt on fire he grew long, coarse fur and his nails hardened and grew into long, lethal claws. He let out a scream that turned into a howl at the end. His transformation was complete.

A giant wolf stood where a small boy had stood before. His eyes, still amber, were crazed with bloodlust. It sniffed, trying to catch the scent of prey. The forest was alive with smells and sounds. It heard a rabbit in the bush, a centaur cantering away in fear of the werewolf's call. It smiled, if werewolves can smile, and looked around at its new hunting grounds. It smelt the dusty, earthy smell of the leaves as they decomposed, smelt the fear of the creatures of the forest. This was going to be fun.

Several minutes later, the wolf was running through the forest, enjoying the wind in its fur and the seemingly endless amounts of space it had to hunt in. It caught the scent of blood in the air and headed for whatever creature was injured.

A wild boar lay on its side by a stream. Its side had been gashed by another male boar during a fight. Its breathing was shallow now, it knew that it didn't have much longer to live. Trying to drink some water, it suddenly heard some rustling in the bushes. It raised its head, trying to see with its weak and clouding eyes what was there. It tried sniffing to see if it could smell the intruder, but smelt nothing out of the ordinary. The wolf was, of course, upwind. The boar never even saw the wolf coming.

After eating its fill, the wolf lay down to sleep. It wasn't used to eating such a big meal and anyway, it was tired. Many creatures, including the centaurs, gave the area a wide berth. A werewolf wakened from sleep was even more terrifying than a hungry werewolf.

Time passed, the moon began to set and the sun to rise. The werewolf woke as horrible spasms racked its body. Its bones cracked and shrunk to the normal human size. Its eyes lost the crazed, bloodthirsty look and its fur disappeared. In it's place was a shivering, skinny eleven year old boy. Remus picked himself up, sore but unharmed for the most part. Unfortunately, he had no idea where he was.

Yes, i know its not actually that good. And i am sorry. BUT, next chapter there will be...A SEARCH PARTY! will they find Remus? Most likely, because as much as i love this story, it needs to finish up. REVIEW! XoXo!