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This chapter is PG Rated.


Chapter 10
The First Full Moon Night


Remus Lupin smiled slightly. He had no idea why he was feeling this cheerful ever since he came to know James, Sirius and Peter well. Well, he knew that now he wasn't going to be alone for these seven years in Hogwarts. He knew, for the first time in his life, he had friends, true friends.

Oh, no, he thought, his smile faltering, I haven't told them… but I couldn't tell them. Dumbledore told me not to.

He would really hate to keep a secret from his friends, but he had had enough from all these years of telling 'friends' about his conditions. What did he get in the end? Nothing! Or worse, he thought, hatred. Not all people can be as broad minded as Dumbledore or his parents, he knew some of the staff hated him for he was and is a dark creature. How mindless did that sound? It's absurd. But it's unavoidable. Because of that reason there were all sorts of prejudices against werewolves. He sighed a little.

"Rise and shine!" said James, stretching his arms. "Good morning, Remus!" he greeted cheerfully, and began to tie his hangings.

"Good morning," replied Remus. "You're early."

"Not as early as you are," said Sirius, his head poking from his hangings. "Morning."

"Morning."

"Morning!" said Peter and began to search for his socks.

How great it is to have friends, Remus thought, grinning widely. Time seemed to be flying when he had company.

It is flying, Remus thought, the day had just ended and he was playing a game of wizard chess with James and having Sirius and Peter sitting near them, watching the game going on.

"Checkmate," he said calmly. James groaned.

"How could you beat me?" James said arrogantly.

"It's just a game," said Remus. "There're more players better than me, you know."

"Right, right, Mr. Lupin," said James, messing his hair all over his head with his spare hand.

"What date is it, James?" Remus asked, peering at his watch.

"The 28th of September," replied James, rearranging the chess on the board.

He froze. It was the 28th… it rang a familiar bell in his head, the 28th, oh gosh! He thought, the night of the full moon! I didn't even notice it! And it was about to be 4.30pm! Gosh, really! I must head down towards the infirmary!

"Er," said Remus quietly. "I'm not feeling rather well."

James looked up from his chessboard; the two boys chattering nearby about Quidditch also peered at his friend. Remus smiled weakly. He indeed doesn't look well, Sirius thought to himself, he looked so pale and thin…

"You need the Hospital Wing," said Sirius firmly before James could say a word. "C'mon, James, Pete."

The three of them dragged him off to the infirmary, supporting him. "Guys, I can walk myself, look," Remus protested, he started walking a few steps and James caught him right before he hit the floor as he swayed dangerously. This isn't looking too good, James thought, he looked so sick.

James knocked on the infirmary's door and backed away a little when someone opened the door. "You're –"

"Poppy Pomfrey," said the woman. "Madam Pomfrey, please."

"You're the matron?" asked James and the woman nodded warmly. "My friend's sick, he's all pale all of the sudden." Madam Pomfrey looked over at the three Gryffindors; Sirius and Peter trying to support Remus.

"Gosh!" the matron exclaimed. "I was about to fetch you." James' raised an eyebrow, what did she mean by fetch? She knew he was going to be sick? James thought, her words were confusing him. "Here, Mr. Lupin." She addressed Remus and held him carefully by his arm. "Thank you, the three of you may go." And she slammed the door before any of them could protest.

"What's going on?" said Sirius and the two just shrugged their shoulders.


"I was about to fetch you, Mr. Lupin," said Madam Pomfrey, bustling around for a potion. "I thought you've forgotten that it was a full moon."

"And I have," said Remus. "I almost did." He added with another thought. "It didn't feel like full moon's coming."

"Here, drink it," said Madam Pomfrey, handling him a deep purple coloured potion, "You'd feel better."

Remus drank it with one gulp and stuck out his tongue in disgust, Madam Pomfrey chuckled. "Good lord," said Madam Pomfrey, sitting by his bed, "you've such good friends that'd bring you down to the Hospital Wing."

"You know, Ma'am?" said Remus quietly. "I haven't told them about –" he hesitated, "about me."

"The headmaster told you not to tell them, didn't he?" said the matron soothingly.

"I know," said Remus. "I know. But one day, they'd manage to find out, with me disappearing every now and then once a month."

"I'm sure, Remus," said Madam Pomfrey quietly, "that they'd not abandon you even if they found out."

"I hope so," said Remus and fell into a deep sleep.


"Wake up Remus," said a voice, tapping his shoulder gently. "Wake up." Remus opened his eyes, and saw Madam Pomfrey.

"Is it time?" he asked.

She nodded and handed him a bar of Honeydukes chocolate. "Eat this, it'd make you feel better," she said. Remus nibbled the candy and soon he finished the whole bar, he grinned. "Good boy. Now."

He hopped off his bed but felt giddy at once, the matron grabbed him by the shoulders and slowly the two of them walked towards the grounds.

"Isn't that –" Remus began.

"The Whomping Willow," the matron finished for him. "Yes dear. Locomotor stick!" she flicked her wand and the long stick began to duck the tree's attacks by her command. After several minutes, the stick managed to prod something and the whole tree froze, Remus was amazed.

"Come on, dear," said Madam Pomfrey, and they slowly approached the tree slowly. Remus thought he would be smashed dead by the time he reached the tunnel, but he did not. They walked down the tunnel and the matron opened the door towards the Shack.

The place looked like a new manor. It was built not long ago after all, Remus reminded himself. The furniture was gleaming and Remus shuddered to think that they'd be destroyed by the next morning.

"In you go," said the matron.

"Would you take care of this for me, please?" Remus said, as he handed him his wand.

"Right," said the matron. "And your robes." Remus handed them to Madam Pomfrey and she shut the door with an incantation, which he supposed would make the door as strong as the surrounding walls.

He sat down by one of the walls, hugging his knees close to his chest and resting his head on top of it. His first transformation at Hogwarts, he thought miserably and waited for the sun to set and for the evil and wicked moon to rise…

He froze. It was about to come.

He could see it.

The full moon.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL ARRROOOOOOOOOOOO!" he tried to scream, as loud as he can, the pain was shooting through his body, and he couldn't take this. NO! His scream turned into a wolfish howl.

The hair on his body was lengthening, growing longer and longer, more like a wolf. His ears were becoming more sharpening to pick up any sound. His eyes were turning hazel; they were not his very own. A tuft tail was protruding out of his back. His nose, now a snout, was sniffing wildly in the air.

Wait a moment. Wasn't this supposed to be Remus?

But Remus was forgotten… once the full moon had risen, the monster would reign.

"ARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled, with pain, with agony, but most of all, with frustration. Why was he stuck in this room? He was supposed to hunt! He was supposed to kill those humans! Why was he trapped? He needed blood. Blood!

He banged himself against the door, thinking that it might be knocked down. But it didn't. It was standing as firm as a wall. He howled again. He was trapped. He was cooped up in this silly room. NO! He needed to get out! He needed fresh blood! Ah… BLOOD!

The wolf snarled at the door threateningly but the door gave no notice of the animal. The wolf rushed towards the door, trying to knock it down, but only got a wound bleeding in his head. He clawed at the doors, hoping that it'd do some good. But nothing had changed.

"ARRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he howled yet again. He was getting so desperate to get out. He didn't want to be here! He wanted to hunt… to kill. Blood, ah blood! Fresh blood! Innocent blood!

Innocent blood.

He peered at himself. His very own front legs. It was juicy, healthy, and it certainly would have blood.

No! No! Remus tried to scream. NO! Don't! Don't!

The wolf snarled and scratched itself, taking no notice of Remus' plead inside his own head. The claws ran deep inside the wound and flesh blood was oozing out. Blood! Sweet blood! But the pain ran through the wolf's body and he began to howl yet again. He rolled on the floor, trying to get rid of the annoying pain. He banged himself against the wall, but it didn't work either. He scratched at the door, but it didn't do any good.

The blood left a trail towards where the wolf was. A quiet corner in the room, the wolf was licking his front leg, where blood was running rapidly. Before he could take another bite at himself, he had passed out.


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