ElvenPads--Sorry it was so short. It was just an intro. They will probably get longer as they go. REVIEWS! Oh, disclaimer--I own original charachters ONLY! You wish I was JKR.
I suppose I should start from the beginning. I was three. Like I said, funny how time makes you remember all the little details? Well, I was wearing a white t-shirt with blue jeans and tennis shoes which had blue laces. I was playing with my mother's dogs. Schnauzers. Cheyenne, Lando, and Max. Max was my favorite. He was salt-and-pepper with chocolate eyes. He had so much energy, and I could play with him all day. That's why I decided to follow him into the wooded area behind our house. I knew Max wouldn't let anyone hurt me. How wrong I was. "Max?" I called. "Max! Maxie!" I began to worry, but not for long. Max darted towards and past me. "Max?" I was confused. What was he so scared of? I heard a rumbling behind me. I turned around, only for my green eyes to meet amber. Whatever this creature was, I had a strong feeling it was not normal and it was not friendly. I was right. I ran for the house. I was crying so hard, my screams of help were caught in my throat. The gray beast at last tackled and pinned my small body. I could feel the bones in my shoulders shattering under the creature's enormous weight. The gray paws were encrusted with mud, and as the creature snarled, I not only smelled the animal's rancid breath; but I saw that its teeth were bloodstained. I began to scream. The animal, which I made out to be some sort of dog, didn't seem happy with my actions. He dug those knifelike fangs into the left side of my body. I felt electrifying pain shoot throughout my under-developed body. Then I saw something I had not noticed before. The moon. It was full. Then it clicked. It was a wolf. A werewolf. I was being attacked by a werewolf. I had been bitten. I was slowly becoming more aware of how much like rotting meat the creature smelled, and his snarls became increasingly louder. At a sudden, glorifying moment, a gunshot rang in the night. The werewolf leapt off of me with a yelp. It ran in the opposite direction, looking back only once. Someone picked me up and cradled me in their arms. My father. Jonathan Atticus Lupin. As my father's strong grip tightened, I felt something cold on my face. Tears. Though I did not see my father, I knew he was crying. The last thing I remember seeing before darkness enveloped me was the object I would come to curse, revile, hate, malign, and despise--that full moon. There was only one difference this time. There was a star in the sky. Bright, just below to the left of Orion. I did not know it then, but that star would come to be a companion and comfort in times of pain and suffering. That star--the last thing I saw as a human, and the first thing I saw as a werewolf--the Dog Star. Sirius.
ElvenPads--Hi again. Siri ate the cookies. Rem is making more. We like reviews!
