MOONY:

The darkness filled the empty room and Remus took off his robes. He simply had to endure this lonely and musty shack, and savored the moments of his still-human self. Just get it over with… he thought. As looking around the room, it was about worse than it was about five years ago. He tends to tear anything he sees as a werewolf, so he hid his robes in a loose floorboard. As he ensured it tightly shut, he looked up at the window. The night seemed pleasant…but a chilling sensation daunted the moment. Moonlight began to creep into the dark shack. Shivering, Remus was sitting in that corner, waiting, eyes determined shut, waiting, his face was contorting in anxiety, waiting, and his eyes suddenly opened wide.

At an instant, the moonlight touched his pale cheek; all at once, Remus fell to his knees and gasped. He was going rigid, and his body began to shake. Limbs and bones were forming inside him, cracking and growing with excruciating pain. He let a bloodcurdling scream that turned into a fresh howl. With a terrible snarl, Remus's head lengthened with the rest of his body. Animal thoughts began to dominate his mind. A long protruding snout replaced his nose, with large jaws and scores of many teeth; he held up hands that curled into paws. On all fours, he was a full grown monster, snarling and growling, pacing to and fro.

Remus was under the control of a vicious and frightful werewolf. With no humans to bite, he takes to bite himself. Bloody patches of fur tufted off his coat. He flexed his sharp nails and slashed the sofa leg. This was his curse…

PRONGS:

James looked in the endless tunnel, where it was still dark all the way in… at the same time took their first steps toward the entrance of an underground entrance. Walking quickly, the three of them held out wands and started their journey in. For was seemed like an hour, James saw a hint of a dusty door. Picking up speed, he walked towards the door and put his hand on the knob.

He turned to look at Peter and Sirius who knew what to do. A second later they molded hideously into animals. Peter; a rat, and Sirius; a great, bear like dog. James turned the knob slowly…and the door opened an inch. He stepped back without another second to linger and turned into an animal. He was on all fours and felt antlers grow out of his head, and hands into big, heavy hooves. He was a stag. Their regular routine was to make sure the door was opened, because as animals; they would not be able to accomplish opening a door knob. He used his nose to pull open the door, and in the farthest part of the room, they saw Remus; his silhouette a ghastly monster.

With practice enough to dominate the mind of the animal James could turn into, he is able to think clearly. His thoughts quickly strayed upon choosing the creature an animagi is most related to, and his became the stag. With some unclear relations as to why he would be associated with this stag, none would be as indistinct as Remus was to a werewolf. For Remus was the farthest from being violent and vicious.

SEVERUS:

About further in miles away, inside the cozy castle of Hogwarts, down the chambers of the Slytherin dormitories, Severus Snape was in his four poster bed wide awake. Staring up at the ceiling, he could hear his other fellow Slytherin sixth years snoozing away. Something was on his mind, and it had to do with Lupin. No not like that… it was about Lupin walking off the grounds with the school nurse. Not that he felt concerned for him, curiosity filled his brain about Lupin's suspicious absences. His eyes were itchy and they closed… he has to find out what he's up to…and the other three scumbags had something to do with it. Severus pulled his covers up to his neck and dozed…

WORMTAIL:

Inside the shack, a monstrous stature towered over tiny little Peter. Scared as always, this fear of always being eaten alive by his best friend will always stay put in his conscious for as long as they are together. They greet each other rather weirdly, and Remus looked almost relaxed, although pretty hard to tell. If Remus could read minds, he would hear Peter mumbling, don't eat me, if you do, please swallow so it wont hurt…

Once James pushes open the broken window for all four to escape into the open, they would be in a secluded area from the town of Hogsmead. Peter followed last as the wagging tail above him disappeared below. They were now out of the shack, free to roam with the scent of a different musk in the air now. It was like different smells, all distinguishable if Peter concentrated hard enough; he can pick out which way the closest garbage can would be, or the growing bundles of weeds and grass in the park. He had a very unusual fondness for stuff he wouldn't (in a million years of his life) like as Peter the boy.

He cleaned his whiskers as they all headed to their "hangout". The park was around the corner, more like the backyard of a forest on the side of a mountain. Odd as it looked, a werewolf, a giant dog, a little white fluff of a rat, and a stag, all seemed to be getting along well. Actually they were really getting along well, given the fact that Remus does not have bodily urges to bite these animals. Remus just explains to the rest of them that he can feel more sanity knowing these animals, are his best friends. But that sanity is still not enough for Peter to be frightened by him.

Peter sat on a corner and sniffs the air. Just a still, quiet, neighborhood, dark with distant owl hoots. It was that second when James got Peter's attention towards something coming their way. Peter looked with his eyes, but he smelled it rather than saw. It was alive and human was what he sensed. This should have been an immediate alarm, as there shouldn't be anyone, wandering the grounds this late at night. But Peter finally realized that this bloke… coming clearer by the distance… was heading directly their way!

PRONGS:

The moment all four of them froze, James didn't have time to think quickly. He knew that Remus sensed the man. He clearly smelled the air. The next thing he knew, he saw Remus running straight into the woods. A rush of relief grew inside him, knowing that Remus was overpowered the wolf's hankering.

As still as a post, he listened to Remus's dashing away growing fainter and fainter. James's ear twitched; whoever had walked into the grass of the park, was growing further and further away as well. Well this couldn't have gone better, he thought. Ensuring the coast was clear; he gave Sirius the ok to follow Remus into the shadowy depths of the forest. He scanned the ground for Peter. Just silence with distant owl hoots. If he was a teenager, he would have felt his stomach curl upside down. But he wasn't, and this feeling came from somewhere round under his belly. Peter was gone.

PADFOOT:

Sirius darted right into the forest. He was joined shortly after James, who was stressing over Peter. The little rat had run off. He kept thinking: If you were scared shitless, why would you get yourself into a worse situation by running off when a werewolf was on the loose? This little fit of fury got him the adrenaline needed to get to Remus. If they can only get Remus back to the shack, they can go back and look for the dim-witted parasite. He ran further and further into the woods, keeping an eye out for… then he heard a howl. Straight ahead. He ran even faster, with James galloping not too far behind him. Either he was running straight into an odd shaped bush, or this tree had a head growing out of its trunk. It was Remus. He stopped and landed in a pile of leaves.

It took him a while, but right on top of Remus's head, was a little ball with whiskers. The senseless scrounger had been on top of its head the whole time. What a night…

WORMTAIL:

Peter, out of fear for the man, whom they all knew seemed to be coming their way, had scampered onto the werewolf's back. It was the bravest thing he's done, and only out of an oblivious initiative, to remind Remus, who he still was. It had miraculously worked. Remus shook himself when Peter had clawed him on the head. Or at least scratched rather hardly, resulting him to run towards the park. He ran straight into the depths of the wood. He was running, and running, making as much distance between him and this human… Peter squealed as he almost slipped off, holding tight onto an amount of hairs. His paws hung tightly onto the fur, fearing for his own little rat life. Remus hadn't stopped for about five minutes when he was finally "out of breath".

Peter looked around expecting James and Sirius behind them. No sign of dog or stag. Peter gave a nervous tremble, and his little heart began to beat very fast. Being alone with a werewolf… in the depths of the wood, wasn't his idea of a great place to be. The wolf was pacing back and forth; the wolf's mind was dominating him at the moment. Remus was growling and letting out frustration by slashing a nearby tree. Peter was petrified, then he heard from far off… hooves and great big paws coming this way…

PRONGS:

James was watching Remus now. Remus began to slowly silence, and pretty soon they were able to find their way to the shack. They came through the broken window and entered the dark room. It was close to being dawn… the clouds were beginning to show signs of illumination. There was no longer a bright moon hanging in the sky. Inside the shack, Remus gave a whimper and sat in the corner, crouching. He was slowly turning human. James watched his whole body molding into a person. Remus's head shrank into his own recognizable features, then his skin formed and there he was, almost naked, exhausted and pale. In their own original forms, James and Siirus helped Remus with his robes and Remus lay limply on the broken sofa.

With a crackled voice, Remus said "Thanks, mates," and James smiled. The sky was still barely dawning, which was the que for James, Sirius and Peter to leave the musty little shack with Remus lying on the sofa. Walking through the passage, and rubbing his eyes from tiredness, James muttered Lumos, and his wand ignited with light…