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"talking"

'thoughts'

ANOTHER WEREWOLF STORY

Chapter 6

Harry was pissed off. Really pissed off. The days had flew past full of classes, homework and avoiding Lupin, who kept tracking him down to ask him to have tea with him so he could 'talk about his feelings'. It also didn't help that he had been summoned to the hospital wing to be checked for fleas, either. Still, at least he no longer felt itchy, which was a relief.

The full moon was only a few days away and Harry was dreading it and it didn't help when everyone who knew about his new ahem condition kept asking him if he was ok, and in the case of Dumbledore voicing that he was sure Harry would make a very fine werewolf indeed, and he'll have to fight the female werewolves off with a large stick.

Currently, Harry was hiding up in the shrieking shack. He figured no one would try looking for him here anytime soon. It was quite nice there in the shack, now it was repaired it was no longer drafty but it still smelt of old leaves.

Harry had a good look around the place. It was just one big room which held a rather battered bookcase with only a couple of books still intact, as the rest were torn apart. Harry bent down to pick one up. It was torn so badly, that Harry couldn't make out the title. There was teeth marks all over it and dried drool.

'Eww- wolfie slobber!' he thought, before dropping the book in disgust. He continued walking around the room, past the sofa with half the stuffing ripped out, past the bed which was covered in dog hair and stopped in front of a drinks cabinet. The reason he stopped was for one thing, and one thing only- it was warded. 'drat!'

Harry whipped out his wand and made short work of the wards, as he wasn't called The Boy Who Lived for nothing, you know.

With the wards dealt with, he opened the cabinet to find fire whiskey. Several bottles of the stuff! As well as a potion vial which had a note taped to it which said 'emergency only'.

Now Harry had always wanted to try fire whiskey, so he helped himself to a bottle, figuring that the owner of the whiskey wouldn't begrudge him a bottle or two as long as he wouldn't tell. Harry took the lid off and drank straight from the bottle, it burned in the back of his throat, but after a couple more swallows, he decided he quite liked the stuff.

AWSAWSAWS

Fawkes had finally made his escape from Albus' office. After he had came round from crashing into the wall, he had to endure a hour long lecture on how alcohol is bad, and how disappointed Albus was with him. To add insult to injury, Albus said he would have to suffer with the hangover as his potion was given to Snape.

Fawkes was not very happy to hear that. He made a note to poop on Snape the next chance he got, as well as possibly setting his trousers on fire.

Fawkes flew into Hogsmeade and arrived at the shrieking shack. He looked round quickly to check the coast was clear before disappearing in a flash of fire and appearing inside the shack.

AWSAWSAWS

Harry looked up from his second bottle of whiskey to see Fawkes appear in front of him.

'Oh shit…! I'm in trouble now!' thought Harry, before saying aloud, "Er.. hi Fawkes. Fancy seeing you here…"

The bird's eyes narrowed as he saw the boy had been drinking his whiskey. The nerve!

"You'd better replace those!" Fawkes said crossly.

Harry gaped in shock. "I must have drunk too much," he muttered almost to himself, "I swear Fawkes just spoke to me…"

"I can talk. Oh and shut your mouth- you'll catch flys"

"How come you've never spoken to me before?" asked Harry in bewilderment.

"Because I had nothing to say." replied the phoenix simply. "So how about passing a bottle over here?"

Harry gave a small smile and chucked a bottle over, before drinking from the already opened bottle. 'If only everyone could see me now- getting pissed with an overgrown chicken!' Harry couldn't help but laugh at the craziness of the situation.

AWSAWSAWS

Meanwhile up at the castle, Lupin was sniffing Harry out. As the full moon was so close, his senses were heightened. Albus had got Lupin to help out as soon as Hermione and Ron had rushed to inform him that Harry had not been seen all day.

So far, the 'Harry trail' had lead him out into Hogsmeade and towards the Shrieking Shack. As he hurried closer, he heard a loud crash. Sending caution to the wind, Remus apparated inside to find Harry having an argument with the sofa, while Fawkes was singing 'I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair' and the floor covered in empty bottles of fire whiskey.

"Oh. My. God." exclaimed Remus at the sight. "Harry- you shouldn't be drinking at your age!" He then turned to the phoenix who was staggering about on the floor before tripping over a empty bottle and falling over. "Fawkes- I'm telling Albus on you!"

"Aah fuck off!" slurred the bird from the floor.

Remus just raised a eyebrow as the phoenix, before grabbing Harry by the scuff of his robes and dragging him out of the shack.

"Hey! Let me go! I can walk perfectly well on my own!" shouted Harry.

"Ok then, just no making a getaway." warned Remus before letting go.

Harry immediately fell on to the lawn and held onto the grass for dear life.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked Remus in amusement.

"I don't want to fall off the earth." he answered back pitifully.

Remus grabbed Harry and pulled him to his feet. "Come on- we're never going to get back at this rate."

Eventually the duo made it more or less safe and sound back to the castle with Harry complaining every now and then that a strange pink elephant was following him.

Remus frogmarched the drunken teen to the hospital wing where a very cross Madam Pomfrey made him lay down on a spare bed, while Remus fire called Dumbledore. The headmaster arrived shortly after and he didn't look a very happy bunny.

"I'm sorry.." started Harry before the headmaster raised a hand to silence him.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Harry." Albus said gravely. "As punishment you are to go without the hangover potion. Hopefully, it will make you think twice in future."

Harry looked away in shame to the bed next to him where the pink elephant was sitting, pulling faces and blowing raspberries at him.

"I understand sir" Harry pulled his eyes away from the pink elephant who had jumped up from the bed and was now doing cartwheels round the hospital wing to look directly at the headmaster. "It won't happen again, I swear."

"Make sure it doesn't." replied Dumbledore, "Now excuse me, I have to go fetch Fawkes, who I believe is still laying on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, too drunk to fly…"

When Albus left, Madam Pomfrey looked disapprovingly at Harry, before conquering a pint glass of ice cold water onto Harry's side table, then walking off into her office, leaving him alone with his professor.

"Take small sips" said Lupin calmly, nodding at the water.

Harry picked it up and had a few mouthfuls, before setting it down again. Getting pissed was thirsty work.

"I'm so sorry" Harry mumbled, as his eyes started drooping.

"Go to sleep." Remus said, helping Harry to settle comfortably back onto the pillows. As soon as Harry was fast asleep, Remus headed out of the hospital wing to go reassure Harry's friends that he has been found.

Authors note: Okay, another chappie is out the way. I just couldn't resist putting in the pink elephant lol!

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