My Immortal

A/N: this is chapter 2…still inspired by Evanescence but My immortal rather than Hello.

Flashback

Dumbledore carried Remus away, to weak to walk himself, now that the moon was full. The whomping willow thrashed its looming branches threateningly at him, but Dumbledore lifted a stick from the ground and prodded the knot in the tree. Everything went black for a few moments of excruciating pain; Dumbledore had fled long before in fear of the terrible creature that Remus would become. Remus turned his now wolf-like head, amber eyes still burning brightly taking in everything from a different perspective. His vision had become cloudy but his sense of smell had become extremely sensitive, he smelt three different smells at the same time, smells he recognised. But how? He let out a loud howl that shook the room he was in, he could not bear for his friends to see him this way, how much had they seen?


That terrible night still haunted his memories, every moment that had led to him almost murdering his three best friends. But he never did, Sirius had shouted out to him, called out his name. He didn't need to see his second year photos; they were too painful to look at. He could remember how calm his wolf-like form had become from just hearing that voice; Sirius had that power of him. One that he shared with James, never Peter, Peter seemed afraid of Remus. A fear that Remus could sense and his anger was almost unleashed, until Sirius calmed him once more.


"You have to promise!" Remus pleaded with his friends, "You just have to, no one is supposed to know!"

Sirius laughed, placing his hand on Remus' shoulder, "we're your friends, you don't have to worry," he said, "We're right here for you, and we won't tell a soul,"

James nodded, "Not even nearly headless Nick," he joked, no one laughed, and it was too much a serious situation to laugh. Peter stared quietly at his friend, fear still gripping his mind. He wanted to run and hide but whatever Remus was at the full moon didn't mean that he wasn't still his friend.


As Remus remembered the fear in Peter's eyes he almost laughed, even then he had the potential to be a traitor, he would've sold his secret for the right price if he could. But he didn't, he waited until he could take everything precious from Remus, everything he held close to his heart. He had taken away the only two people that had never feared what Remus was, never thought he was a monster.


"We've got something to show you!" James said excitedly, whilst Sirius made sure the common room was completely empty. Remus had become very suspicious of his two mischievous friends over the past three years and this time was no different, except Peter was involved somehow, Peter was actually allowed to be involved in one of their insane plans. "What is it this time?" Remus asked, "Did you invent a knew formula for exploding dungbombs that makes the smell linger for over four days?"

Sirius and James exchanged glances and laughed. "No but good idea mate," James said. Sirius crouched down on all fours, and began to growl in pain, black fur began to spread all over his body and his perfect teeth grew longer and pointier. His ears moved up to the top of his head and a long black tail began to form at his back.

He had become a large black dog. "How did you learn how to do that?" Remus gasped, he also wanted to know why but thought not to ask.

"We've been learning all year, ever since we saw you in the Whomping willow," James explained as Sirius began to change back with an expression of pain all over his face. "We don't want you to be alone next time," he added smiling. Remus understood, it seemed that all three of his friends could do the same trick; he was amazed that they had done all that for him.


Remus would've loved to see them perform that trick once more, to see Sirius transform into a dog, James into a stag, and Peter into a rat. Curious that he chose such a small and sneaky creature, after all he had now done. He had become so sneaky.