Disclaimer: Once more, the characters belong to Jo Rowling, I just like to play with them every now and then. You already know English is not my mother tongue, so don't expect this to be perfect. Let me know about any mistake, I do correct them.

So, chapter two. Thanks to those who took their time in reviewing. Especially to Eraina, who is the one who wanted to see a fic with Snape werewolf, I just hope I'm making it as she wanted.


Exiled

by Uyuki

Chapter two. Transformation

Weeks passed by and during that time there were only a couple of meetings with the Dark Lord. He seemed to be quite pleased waiting because no other mission was assigned. Nor did they have any immediate plan to attack anyone. It appeared that the Dark Lord was waiting for something to happen. And for what the Death Eaters could guess, he was waiting for something to happen to someone. Nobody knew what was it.

"Master," asked one of the Death Eaters with fear, "are we waiting for something?"

"Oh yes, something really interesting if I may add, just be patient my loyal Death Eaters."

"But know it's time to attack, they are weak, they are confused."

"Yes," responded the Dark Lord calmly, "but we are not in optimum conditions, and besides, there is something I need to take care of," his eyes briefly stopped at Severus, "I'm sure you'll be the first to know Snape, it'll be quite a surprise I'm sure."

Severus didn't know what he was talking about and so he just stayed quiet. He would never have guessed that he was the victim.

His scars were gone since days ago, and only a little mark in his right arm reminded him of that night. The bite was almost gone, and only a pale red line was visible. He paid no attention to it whatsoever.

That night, three weeks from the incident, when he finally got home he was feeling a bit weak. He couldn't explain why, although his immediate assumption was because he hadn't eat well since Dumbledore's death. He just couldn't. And the lack of sleep wasn't helping at all.

Ironically, every night that passed, Severus felt even worst, he was more pale than before, big rings under his eyes were forming and his arm ache, right were the biting was. He never made the connection between the crescent moon and his symptoms. And so, the nights passed by without Severus knowing what was awaiting for him at the end of the moon cicle.

-o0o-

One morning, a week later, he woke up with a terrible headache. His hands were trembling and his legs could barely support his weight.

"What is happening to me," he thought while looking at a mirror.

His face was pale white, like the ghosts at the castle. He was even thinner than before, like his skin was sticking right into his bones. That definitely wasn't normal, no matter how bad he ate or slept… this wasn't suppose to happen this fast.

Severus then started thinking about some kind of illness. Maybe his defences weren't in optimum conditions after all. It could be a cold.

"No, flu doesn't make this… think Severus, think."

He went through his books, he revised every single page, every single idea that popped into his mind. He was desperate. But by sunset he ended empty handed. There was nothing that could explain every symptom he had.

Nothing.

"Except for… no, it can't be"

His eyes stopped at one book. It was rather small compared to the others. Clothbound in black leather, in the cover it read "Dark creatures". His hand stretched shivering towards it.

Outside, the sun was gone, and the moon was rising slowly into the blue sky in a perfect grey circle.

Fenrir Greyback started feeling pain almost immediately while his body was changing.

Far away, another werewolf was also changing enclosed in a dark room, away from a pink haired girl.

In his house, Lord Voldemort lifted his head unto the sky and a devil smile formed in his face.

Back in Spinner's End Severus could barely open the book when a sharp pain ran through his entire body. He lost his balance and hit the floor holding tightly his right arm.

The moon was out and Snape's body started changing dramatically. All his body grew hair out of nowhere, his hands and feet were loosing its human shape for the ones of a wolf. Claws growing were his fingers were.

He screamed loudly when his face started to change, his nose and mouth were changing into a muzzle and his ears were getting bigger. A desperate howl was left free out of his throat.

His claws scratched him, trying to end with the terrible pain that was still attacking him, he scratched his legs, his chest and his face. Madness controlling his actions.

About ten minutes later there was no trace of Snape, there was only a werewolf in the house, his breathing normalizing again and his eyes adapting to its knew shape.

He realised he couldn't think straight, as a human does. His mind changed with his body and was mostly the one of a wolf. His ears could hear every single sound miles around and his eyes saw all the shapes even in the dark room… even his smell was better.

He was a werewolf. And he was hungry.

In a whim, he bolted out of the house still howling furiously. Without any kind of Wolsfbane, Severus was dangerous, but his mind didn't know that. It just wanted to go hunting. Eat. Taste blood.

Kill.

And inside the house, on the floor, the book that Severus' hand opened just laid there. In the white pages full of text there was a drawing of a werewolf. Above, all the symptoms he had been suffering through the entire month.

-o0o-

The werewolf ran freely through the streets all night. Always looking for a victim to attack, but the most he could get was a rabbit that lost its track and ended up near the little park near his house.

He ate him with satisfaction and calm down, warm blood was delicious for his mouth. After his meal he just wandered around, sniffing everything and licking his scars every now and then, as an injured animal does.

Around four in the morning, the moon started to low down and the pain that attacked him hours ago appeared again.

He howled and scratched his body again, in desperate attempts to stop the pain. Al his body regained its human shape and his senses went back to normal again. When he was human again he just passed out. He was exhausted and in so much pain that his whole body decided it was better to shut down for a while.

He laid in the grass for a couple of hours, barely dressed and full of red stains.

When he woke up again, the sun was high in the sky and his body was aching like never before. He sat up and the first thought that appeared in his mind was confusion. He barely remembered anything about last night. Why was he in the middle of a park? Why was he half naked?

Why did he have all those scars?

And suddenly, memories returned to his brain. The white moon high above. Pain running through his body, and the knowledge that during last night he wasn't human. Something terrible had happened and he knew the answer, although he didn't want to admit it.

He stood up as he could and went back home, first walking slowly and then running as fast as he could.

"No, this can't be, please… this can't be true."

He reached his house and ran inside scared to death. The book of last night was still opened, it read:

Werewolfs

Symptoms: Weakness as the moon grows, usually presented a week before the Full Moon.

Paleness and rings under the eyes.

Sometimes faints are also present along with weak sight.

Contamination: If a werewolf bites anyone during a Full Moon night the victim will present the symptoms and on the next Full Moon he'll transform. A pale red line where the biting took place will remain until the first transformation occurs. Then it'll disappear.

Cure: There is no cure for this illness. Wolsfbane could be made in order to calm down the beast so it won't bite anyone during the Full Moon.

His eyes went through the symptoms again and again, his mind still trying to find another explanation. But there was none. What bit him that night was a werewolf. And now he was one.

He stood up silently and went to his mirror, his body was full of scars from last night. All self inflicted. The mark in his right arm was gone.

"No-"

He hid his face in his hands slowly. He was a werewolf. There was no cure or the hope of one.

He was cursed for the rest of his life.


Okay, so here is the second chapter. I thought I couldn't finish this fast. It was quite all right, I'm not completely please, but I didn't want to put anything else besides his transformation.

I don't think I can finish it in three chapters... I'm still missing quite a lot. Mmm... I'll probably need some sort of epilogue... I don't know yet, I'll see how third chapter goes.

Hope you like it.