Disclamer: I own absolutely nothing HP! (though I sometimes have dreams that I do!)

As my attacker pointed a wand straight at my head, I began to shake. They muttered a simple incantation.

"Imperious." They said. They then whispered something that I couldn't hear. Within moments of the words, they were gone. Gone into the darkness that now filled the Gryffindor common room. I didn't have time to even think about escaping, because seconds later, my legs started to move for me. Not that I wouldn't have ran out of there voluntarily, but this was different. My legs were moving even though I didn't make them. Then I remembered, the Imperious Curse.

The Imperious Curse is one of great control. It gives the attacker full control of the victims free will. And they can bend it to make them do whatever they please. I wished I had heard what the person in the common room had whispered, then at least I might have some idea where I was going. As scared as I was, I had no choice but to go along with the ride.

I made my way through the castle, going as quietly as I could so as not to wake the remaining staff and students sleeping. I quickly made my way through the corridors, and outside to the grounds. As I walked, Hogwarts disappeared over many hills. I began to get worried, and I was shaking because of my lack of proper clothing. I continued on like this for a few minutes, dread growing with each step. Then I saw it, the willow. The whomping willow to be exact (I believe the name speaks for itself) and my feet were leading me right towards it. I knew within moments that this was the place my attacker meant for me to go. The only question was why. Why would anyone want to send me here? Then I heard an earsplitting howl.

It sounded like it came from the willow, but that was impossible. Whatever it was though, I was apparently going to figure it out. I slipped silently passed the willow, and let myself down into a tunnel beneath it. Then I heard it again, that horrible howl. It seemed so close that it almost echoed in the dark tunnel. I wanted so desperately to just turn around and run away, but I couldn't. As I kept going, I heard the howl again and again, sometimes incorporated in with an animal bark or a loud thumping noise. As I rounded the last curve in the tunnel, I found a trap door. I pushed it up, and found myself in the center of the shrieking shack.

It had seemed so unlikely to me at the time, that I didn't even think of this as the place where I would end up. To add to my fear, I had never recalled hearing of anyone actually stepping foot in that old house before. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash above me, and a very hairy, very scary looking werewolf came bounding down the stairs straight towards me!

I didn't even have a chance to react to the situation; I was frozen on the spot. Out of nowhere, came a huge, white stag, and started to fight with the werewolf, who was so desperately trying to get at me. I screamed and ran into the closest room I could find. I shut the door, but before I had a chance to barricade it with anything, something grasped my wrist, and turned me sharply around. I soon found myself staring face to face with Sirius Black.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he whispered, staring intently at me. He was extremely dirty and he reeked of dog.

Before I had a chance to respond, there was a loud thud against the door, then another, something was trying to get in. Sirius quickly grabbed my hand and led me to the other side of the room. The thudding got persistently louder and more aggressive. Sirius squeezed my hand tightly, as I looked up at his face, there was fear etched in his eyes, and he was staring at the door. All was silent for a few moments, and then I heard a whimper from beyond the door. The door fell to the floor. The werewolf was crouched in the doorway, breathing heavily. Beyond him, in the other room, was the stag, now red with blood. He wasn't moving.

"Prongs-"whispered Sirius, so quietly it was barely audible.

Prongs, that name was familiar, and then I realized, it was James. The stag was James. I couldn't believe it. I never thought those marauder nicknames meant anything. But now I realized Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs. Remus, Peter, Sirius, James. I couldn't grasp it. Remus, the very werewolf that was about to attack and kill us. But that meant…….

Just at that moment, Sirius leaped forward, transforming into a large, black dog. He growled at Remus, but the werewolf was only interested in me. He lunged at me; Sirius tackled him, but not before Remus got a good chunk out of my shoulder. They tackled each other, and started wrestling violently on the floor. I tried to take a breath, but I couldn't. I backed slowly away, but tripped over a chair and crawled quickly into a corner. I felt the blood flowing freely out of my shoulder, but I was staring transfixed on the two fighting just feet in front of me. They were fighting very viciously, I was terrified. The werewolf flung the dog through the air with a great force, it landed with a hard thump right beside me, in my pool of gathering blood. It soon transformed back into Sirius, who remained motionless. I bent over him, and brushed the hair away from his face. He was unconscious. I looked at the werewolf, who was panting on floor and past him to James, who hadn't moved from his position.

Suddenly, the werewolf started to growl. He looked straight into my eyes. I couldn't see
Remus in them anywhere, that scared me. He straightened up, and was about to come at me again, when I saw it. The tiniest sliver of light coming from the tattered curtain beside me. The werewolf suddenly contorted in pain, and then I heard a scream that was neither human nor animal. I gripped my shoulder and looked away. Then screaming ceased, and I glanced back around. The werewolf was finally gone, leaving in its place a very pale, very beat up looking Remus Lupin. He crawled toward me with enormous effort, and stopped on the other side of Sirius.

"No…" he breathed, looking away, toward the door. This was not the best thing to do because he saw James, who had transformed back during the fight and was now lying in a pool of blood.

"God.… no……." Remus started to shake. He then looked up at me, tears in his eyes. He reached across Sirius's body and touched my cheek. He saw my shoulder. "L-Lily, w-what? What did I do?" he stammered, his eyes boring into mine. He suddenly cried out in pain, and clenched his stomach. I could see red starting to seep through his torn shirt.

"I'm s-so s-sorry." He whispered, and collapsed over Sirius's body. That's the last thing I remember about that day, because shortly after Remus collapsed, I fainted from the blood loss in my shoulder. I can vaguely remember hearing shouts of panic, and lots of red, but then everything went pitch black.

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A/N: Just to clear up the question that some people have been asking, no. Lily did not get turned into a werewolf. When Remus attacked her arm, he used his claws, not biting her. So now you know! -tootles :0)