THE POTION SHELF
As he stood in front of the whomping willow, he could only hope he would make it
down the tunnel, and lock himself in the room before the moon began to rise.
Remus quickly ran down the corridor, dashed into the room, and locked the heavy
bolts on the room. He had ran surprisingly fast, and had time to rest on the
bed. Breathing hard, he looked around the room once again. He felt the warm
comfortable bed cushion under him, and looked at the red rug on the floor, he
noticed something then he hadn't noticed before. There was a shelf, on the wall,
full of potions. he walked over to them, and reached toward them, he saw that the
largest had a note on it. He read...
Dear Mr. Lupin,
These are some health potions for you to take after your transformation back
into yourself, they will help with the pain, and hopefully make things a little
clearer for you. I have placed a spell on the shelf, so that as soon as the
moon rises, you will not be able to touch the potions until you turn back.
Wishing you the greatest of luck,
Dumbledore
Remus didn't even have time to think about it, because as soon as he had
finished reading, his hand felt a sharp pain. He dropped the paper without
realizing it, and grabbed onto his wrist, falling to his knees in pain. He began
to feel his head throbbing, and fell onto his back, with his knees still on the
floor, and his legs crunched under him. He then blacked out from pain.
MEANWHILE…
"Its getting late, where do you think Remus is?" James demanded.
" He did say he had classes to go to."
"Shut up Peter, I wasn't asking you."
"I don't know, maybe he's off with some girl or something." Sirius answered.
"I don't think so…I think he's hiding something."
"Well you know, there's always the possibility that he's telling the truth. Ever heard of it?" Sirius replied.
"Ya, I guess your right, lets go to bed, we'll pull the prank we had planned tomorrow night, I'm tired."
"Ya, ok."
BACK TO REMUS…
Remus fund himself laying on the floor the
following morning, although, he did not know it was morning, he did not know much
at all. His head was still throbbing, and he was very dizzy. he was all spread
out on the floor, looking up at the high ceiling, and wondering where he was. The
ceiling above him seemed to be spinning, and he couldn't concentrate his
thoughts. Everything seemed to blur together, and become a little clear, that's
when he remembered where he was. He shot up into a sitting position, instantly
realizing that he shouldn't of, he ached everywhere. He took a deep breath and
looked around. The room that had once seemed so welcoming, was now thrashed, and
forbidden looking. There were little red scraps on the floor, wich he soon
recognized as the carpet that once laid there. The beds comfy mattress was now
torn to shreds, with feathers in every corner of the room from the fluffy pillows.
The curtain that draped over the bed, was now torn in half, with one half shredded
up next to what used to be the bed.
But there was one thing about the room that stuck out, the shelf, it was the
only thing in the room still in perfect shape. There were huge and deep scrape
marks along the wall above and below the shelf.
"I must have really wanted to rip up that thing" he thought.
he stood up, slowly this time, and limped over to the high shelf. He stood on
his tip toes, and grabbed the biggest bottle of potion, he took a couple of
gulps, and the throbbing vanished instantly, and his thoughts became even more
clear. he saw other potions on the shelf, some that he recognized, and others
he didn't. He also saw a fair supply of chocolate, he snatched it up and instantly
bit into it, knowing it would help. And it worked just as he had hoped, a rush
of warmth came over him. Now being able to think clearly, he sat on the torn
mattress to rest.
He woke up some time later, but with no sunlight, or way of telling time, he had
no idea how long he had slept. Fully rested and well, he dashed off out of the
room, and onto the grounds. He had to get out. He might still have time before
everyone gets up. He needed to get back to the Gryffindor common room, he
didn't want to many questions coming up. Its one thing for his friends not to see
him all night, but to not be there in the morning! He had to get out there.