I've been having some serious writers block, but even so I had fun writing this chapter.

I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I loved writing it!

Chapter 5

- Page 394 -

Tired. Nausea. Fatigue. Aching bones. And an extreme Headache!

'This must be what a hangover feels like,' Teddy thought to himself after taking his seat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Last night had been the full moon and Teddy felt as sick as... well... as sick as a dog.

What made it worse was that Sirius Black had been spotted inside the castles walls, after trying to get into the Gryffindor Common Room. He'd apparently ripped up the fat lady's painting in the process.

All the students had to sleep in the Great Hall, all except for Teddy. Who at the time was sitting in his room, in his werewolf form, wondering what in Merlin's beard was going on outside?

Professor Lupin was yet to show up, but Teddy neither noticed nor cared. His head was throbbing too painfully. "You know you have permission from Madam Pomfrey to skip classes after the full moon?" Harry said, looking at him nervously.

"I'm fine... can't miss a class... to much work... to catch up on." He could only say a few words at a time. There was a loud BANG! Someone had stormed into the room, his cape blowing behind him like a mass of black smoke, flicking his wand and shutting the windows one at a time.

Professor Snape turned to face the class after pulling down a white sheet from the ceiling. "Turn to page 394." He ordered. The students did as he said but Teddy was able to muster enough energy to ask Snape where Professor Lupin was.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Tedson?" He gave him a knowing glance and finally Teddy pieced the puzzle together. Like him, Professor Lupin would be suffering from the affects of his post-transformation. He would most likely be taking the day off because of it. "Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394."

Teddy sighed turning the pages of his book, he tensed when he saw the title. "Werewolves?"

"Sir," Hermione appeared beside Teddy out of no where. By now Teddy had become used to Hermione appearing out of thin air and he couldn't bring himself to wonder how she did it. "We just learned about red caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal creatures for weeks."

"Quiet!" Snape snapped. "Today I am your professor, so I request that you keep your mouth shut and listen." His black eyes flicked to Teddy with an unsurprising hatred. "But of course, one of you should know a lot about the subject."

All eyes flicked between Teddy and the bandage on Malfoy's cheek. "I guess, sir."

Luckily Snape didn't go any further and began the lesson. He tapped his wand on an old fashioned projector which turned on, shining pictures onto the white sheet. There was pots and stone walls decorated with old paintings of werewolves. There was a luna chart, an x-ray and many more pictures. "Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animaguc and a werewolf?" He doesn't even turn around to see if anyone could respond. Hermione of course, was the only one with her hand up. "No one? How disappointing."

"Please, sir." Hermione spoke. "An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice." All eyes were still on Teddy who wished he could sink through the floor, like he'd seen the Hogwart's ghosts do once. "With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend is he crossed his path. Except for a few acceptions." She glanced towards Teddy, who smiled slightly in return.

"Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind-"

"Awoooo!" Malfoy called out to Teddy from the other side of the classroom.

"Thank you Mr. Malfoy." Snape growled before turning back to Hermione. "That's the second time, you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"

"He's got a point you know." Ron whispered.

"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape walked back to the front of the room. "As an antidote to your ignorance. and on my desk, by Monday morning. Two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis on recognizing it." The class groaned.

"Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow." Harry said, trying to reason with the professor.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you."

Teddy rubbed his eyes. "Except for you Mr. Tedson." Teddy's head snapped up in surprise. "As you seem to have the upper hand, I want you to write an extra two pages on a werewolf's transformation."

"But-"

Snape ignored him circling the class. "The term 'werewolf', is a contraction of the Anglo-Saxon word 'wer' which means 'man', and 'wolf'. Werewolf, man-wolf." Teddy began to write notes, despite already knowing this from years of self-study on the subject. "There are several ways to become a werewolf. They include being given the power of shape-shifting, being bitten by a werewolf or having werewolf heritage. Recently there has also been a creation of a Wolfsbane potion. Can anyone tell me what it does?"

Surprisingly, Hermione's hand stayed down. Instead Teddy raised his hand forcing himself to keep awake. "The Wolfsbane potion, although it doesn't cure lycanthropy, allows the werewolf who drinks it to keep their human mind after their transformation. Instead of turning into a werewolf they turn into a normal, sleepy wolf."

"And why is this potion so hard to obtain?"

"It's one of the most advanced potions ever created, as well as dangerous, if you brew it wrong. This makes it crazy expensive. Besides, a goblet full of the potion must be taken everyday, in the week leading to the full moon. It's also been said to have a very bitter and disgusting taste." He responded proudly, but Snape didn't even glance at him.

"What do you mean you're not coming?" Ron shouted as the four of them walked down the stairs. Dark clouds were beginning to cover the sky, threatening to rain during that afternoon's Quidditch game. "Sorry guys, I still don't think I'm up for it." Teddy had gone to bed early the other day, trying to rid himself of the cloud of sleep that hung over him. "Maybe the next game?"

"But everyone's going down to the Quidditch pitch! It's Gryffindor vs Slytherin! What are you going to do here all alone?"

"I might head to the library." He shrugged and heard Hermione sigh as if the thought was heavenly. "I've got four papers to write, I couldn't bring myself to start them yesterday." He groaned, holding his books weakly.

"Okay, but if it's too much. Promise us you'll get some sleep?"

"Sure, Harry." He agreed watching them go off to the Gryffindor dorms. The Fat Lady had refused to return to her position, so instead another painting had taken her place. But the castle was on complete lock down and Teddy had heard that more Dementors had been brought in to protect the school's entrances.

Students were already heading down to the Quidditch Pitch, dressed snugly in raincoats and carry huge umbrellas. Teddy couldn't think of anything worse than standing in the cold rain, surrounded by screaming students and trying to watch two teams flying through the mist, trying to score goals.

He walked into the dead-silent library. Only one of two students sat at the long tables, their noses hidden in their books. Teddy placed down his books, parchment and quill.

He began to write and quickly finished the first half of his homework. But when it came to the additional work Snape had given him, he couldn't find the words to explain. How do you explain such a thing? Besides, how would he know if his transformation was the same as other werewolves?

Tapping his quill to the paper he gave frustrated growl before receiving an anonymous shush. He leaned back in his seat, almost defeated, when he spotted a familiar figure. "Professor Lupin!" He said loudly in excitement.

Shush!

He got up from his seat and nearly ran towards the professor who smiled tiredly at him.