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The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets
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Remus Werewolf Form and Dementors
"Shoot," Sirius responded. "Harry, get out of here!"
"But?" Harry responded as Remus body started shaking.
"Remus hasn't take his potion, Harry. He's a risk to you," Sirius explained. "He'll never forgive himself if he did anything to you."
There was a terrible snarling noise. Lupin's head was lengthening. So was his body. His shoulders were hunching. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws.
This was the first time Harry seen his uncle as werewolf and for a good reason. His father and uncles never let him around Remus during a full moon in case something like this happen.
Sirius then disappeared and an enormous, bearlike dog bounded at the werewolf. Sirius seized it about the neck and pulled it away from the door.
Wormtail must have broken his curse and cut himself free as he headed over to Remus' dropped wand. He grabbed it and pointed at himself.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted waving his wand.
Remus wand fired out of Wormtail's hands, but it was too late as Petigrew transformed. Harry saw the bald tail whip scurrying through the door.
There was a rumbling growl. Harry turned to see the werewolf heading at him. Sirius was on the ground bleeding and injured. Before Harry could react, the werewolf tackled Harry into the ground.
It stood over him ready for the kill. Harry then remember last year during Lockhart's reenactment of Wondering for Werewolves. Lockhart was a fraud, but the book was based off a wizard that fought the werewolf that Lockhart wiped the memory of.
Harry raised his wand and pointed at the werewolf's head.
"Sorry Uncle Moony," Harry said before making the incantation. There was a flash of light and the werewolf yelped in pain. The werewolf backed off and howled in pain as it forced back into human form.
Remus was on the ground unconscious and Sirius was injured. Even worse, Wormtail escaped just as predicted. Harry remembered his dad was heading this way with Tonks.
Harry got up shakily. "I'll get Dad and Tonks. Don't worry." Harry headed toward the door.
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Harry reached outside, feeling the aches from the werewolf tackling him. As he left the shadow of the Whomping Willow, Harry made sure to pinch a root.
Harry set off to find his dad when he felt the cold. He then saw them. Dementors, at least a hundred of them, gliding in a black mass around the whomping willow-which Harry just paralyzed. Ice colds penetrate his insides, fog starting to observe his vision; more were appearing out of the darkness on every side, they were encircling him.
Now they show up, Harry thought very annoyed.
Harry raised his wand, trying to clear his vision. The screaming of his mother already started.
Laughter. Remember, laughter is the best happiness, Harry reminded himself.
Harry forced himself to think of the Boggart exploding in streamers. How funny that was. While at it, Harry also remember all the other funny stuff done to the Boggart.
"Expecto Patronum!" a silver Stag fired out of his wand. It galloped around Harry and then at the dementors. The dementors were falling back, scattering, retreating into the darkness. Then they were gone
The stag stopped and turned to Harry, with its large, silver eyes and vanished.
Harry was exhausted now. He felt his knees hit the cold grass.
"Harry? Oh my god, Harry!" was the last thing he heard before he passed out.