By: SotMoon*
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor anyone in the Series unless I decide to invent a character.
Authors Note: Hey! Well…here is chapter three for you. I am only carrying on with this story because of one thing: my one and only Reviewer. If it weren't for them I would have already gotten pissed and gave up on this story. Thanks!
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It had been a month since James Potter, Sirius Black and I became friends. I slowly began to come slowly out of my shell, telling them more and more about myself. Though I kept one secret—me being a werewolf. I knew that if I told them, I would lose the only friends I ever knew. I knew if they couldn't take me being a werewolf, they weren't really friends at all, but I didn't want to risk the heartache.
It was the week of my transformations and I was getting paler and paler. James and Sirius were getting quite worried about me, one day in Transfiguration I began to retch violently. James hazel eyes widened as I could hardly breathe. He pounded on my back for a while until I stopped retching.
"Are you okay, Remus?" James asked, I knew he was truly concerned, but I just smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just was chewing on a candy and I swallowed it." I hated lying to him, but yet I couldn't tell him that I became violently ill almost before every transformation.
"Mr. Lupin?" A voice barked at the end of class as I began to get up and pick up my book bag. "Professor Dumbledore needs to see you. I've already told Professor Sprout where you will be." I nodded and walked out the door shouldering my backpack.
I wonder what Dumbledore wanted? Was I in trouble? What had I done now? Sure, I'm a good kid but I do get caught up in some of James' and Sirius' pranks. I wonder if Snape told on the prank we had just done to him? I don't think he'd be pleased that we froze all his underwear and robes…
I stood at the gargoyle that was blocking the entranceway to the Headmasters office and looked at it, expecting it to move. I began to think 'If I were Dumbledore, what would I have my password as?' "Fizzing Whizbees." I said loudly, and the gargoyle sprang to life and moved.
I gulped and walked up the stairs. I knocked on the door lightly and it swung open. I walked slowly into the room, looking around. I saw no one in the room so I sat down in the chair in front of the Headmasters desk and looked around. After a few minutes a Phoenix swooped down and landed on my lap.
"Hello." I said quietly as I petted the bird, it cooed softly and then flew away. I didn't realize why until I looked around and saw the Phoenix on the Headmaster's shoulder.
"Mr. Lupin, I'd like to introduce you to my pet, Fawkes. If you haven't noticed, he is indeed a Phoenix. Do you want anything? Candy?" I shook my head, and the Headmaster sat down behind his desk. "Now what I brought you here for is that I know your transformation is to begin this Saturday." I looked down at the floor and nodded. "We have made a place for you to go when you transform. I have already started up a rumor about the place you will transform so that no one will bother the place when you are in werewolf-form."
"What am I going to say to my classmates? I just can't leave without them noticing." Dumbledore nodded and popped a candy into his mouth.
"Yes, yes. I've thought of this. You are so ill that we had transferred you to St. Mungo's, and you will be back at the beginning of next week. That will be a good enough excuse, I'd think." I nodded and stood. Dumbledore too stood.
"Thank you." I said quietly and slipped out the door. Dumbledore looked sadly at the door and walked over to Fawkes.
"Poor boy…" he murmured.
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The night of the transformations I made my way to the "shrieking shack" as Dumbledore called it. I sat down in one of the small chairs and waited…then finally I felt a tingling sensation and the pain began. My teeth began to grow longer, my nails…my clothes ripped as I grew into the hideous creature I became for a night. I howled loudly, shaking the small shack as I howled in anger and pain.
What had I done to deserve this? What selfish bastard had to be running about in a forest and attack a child? Who deserves this hell? I got so angry I began to claw at the walls of the shack, breaking anything that came in my way. When I got done trashing the small shack, I began to attack myself.
I clawed and bit at any part of my body that reached until I was a throbbing mass of pain. Finally I fell to the shacks floor in exhaustion. I slept. The next morning I woke up, bleeding, scratched up and bruised. I gingerly touched a giant cut on my chest and winced.
"Oh god." I said as I looked around the small room. All the furniture was clawed up and destroyed. Long claw marks lined the walls from the ceiling to the floor. I know I must have made a ton of noise, and I worried about what the villagers of Hogsmede thought. I panicked and limped down the corridor to the entrance hole from the Whomping Willow and waited. Dumbledore appeared fifteen minutes later with clothes and an Invisibility Cloak.
"It seems you've made a mess of yourself." Dumbledore said as I gingerly put on the clothes, and then the invisibility cloak. "You need to make yourself up to the hospital wing.
I nodded, though I thought he couldn't see me, and limped my way up to Hogwarts. When I got to the hospital wing Madam Pomfery tutted at me and began to heal my wounds.
"You poor, poor child." She murmured. I let her mother me because my own mother and father treated me so badly.
"Thank you for all your help, Madam Pomfery," I whispered before I slipped into a deep sleep.
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AN: Well…that was interesting. What did you think? Review!