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Lily's Point of View

I sighed as Madam Pomfrey led me through the tunnel. I hated tonight. Tonight would be full of pain, and me literally being driven out of my own mind.

Finally, we reached the light at the end of the tunnel. No, actually, let me rephrase that; we reached the end of the tunnel, but it was as dark and dank as what I just came from- no special light there.

"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetie," Madam Pomfrey told me quietly, closing the door to the underground softly. I nodded, even though I knew she couldn't see me, and sighed again. I hated doing this.

Checking the clock at the top of the doorframe, I saw it was ten fifty four. Six more minutes. Six more minutes until I lost my mind for ten hours.

It was actually very nice of Dumbledore to let me do this….no one else ever would. I mean, secrecy, sanctuary when it happened…it seemed almost too good. But want to know what would make it even better? Something that would help me keep my human brain.

I'd take the pain any day…it's just the feeling of being a predator, ripping everything to shreds while you have absolutely no control over your body…I wish there was some way to regulate that. But there isn't, so there's no point in me wishing.

Twenty more seconds. I waited for the agony of my muscles stretching and my bones reforming, closing my eyes…

It came. I let out a howl-like scream as tendons and veins were cut, reformed, and cut again, to get into the shape desired of my body.

After five minutes, I dropped to the floor, but then jumped right back up on all fours. Snarling, I pounced at the door, now an uncontrolled, terrifying, dangerous werewolf.

James's Point of View

"Prongs, come on, let's go. We have to meet Moony," Sirius whispered as we were slithering down the hall from our detention. I nodded and went with him to the Gryffindor common room, where Wormtail should be waiting for us.

We reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, muttered the password, and gained entrance, where he was half-asleep on one of the squashy armchairs.

"Wormtail, wake up, we have to go," Padfoot hissed. Jerking fully awake, Peter Pettigrew started and looked around wildly, but when he saw us, his face went a little pink, and he murmured, "Right, um, sorry I almost fell asleep there, I just was really-"

"Yes, yes, that's all very interesting," Sirius said dismissively, not sounding engrossed in his explanation at all, "but we're going to be late for Remus, and he needs us." Peter turned a little pinker, nodded, and we stole off into the hallways of Gryffindor Tower.

We narrowly missed an episode with Professor McGonagall, who was patrolling the corridors, and only got away because I had my Invisibility Cloak with me.

"Wormtail, hurry up, you're going to get us caught," Sirius snapped, taking Peter by the back of his robes and dragging him along so he could keep up.

"I can walk, let go of me!" Peter insisted as he yanked the cloth away from Sirius's hands, glaring.

"Well then you have to keep up."

We silently stole out of the castle and onto the grounds, making our way to the Whomping Willow, which was thrashing about its branches and wiggling its trunk.

"Okay, Wormtail," I whispered. "Go…now!" Peter sighed. Then, he stepped forwards, closed his eyes, and a blue light enveloped him, making us unable to see Peter. Then, the light ceased, and in the place where a chubby little boy was a rat, scurrying towards the little knob on the tree that would calm it down so we could go through the secret passageway.

"Prongs go!" whispered Sirius, pushing me slightly. I shot him a glare but got out from under the Invisibility Cloak, closed my eyes, and changed.

Becoming an animal is the most curious feeling- you're still in your right mind, but everything is a lot clearer, more primitive than when you're human. And physically...this probably doesn't apply to Peter, but all your limbs are lengthened, and your body just feels…built, muscular, and powerful. Anyways, so I followed where Peter's bald tail had disappeared down the tunnel.

The usual snarling greeted me when I got to the Shrieking Shack…but it sounded…different. Not right.

Looking down at where the werewolf was, I gaped…if animals even can gape. Point is, I was very, very shocked.

A dangerous, growling creature greeted my eyes, but this isn't what I was surprised about. The thing is…this werewolf here…it's not Remus. It's leaner, more graceful, and it looks at least about five times more vicious than him.

Snapping, the werewolf that wasn't Moony pounced at me, crashing into my large body and making me topple to the floor. Biting my flank, it seemed to take cruel pleasure in the pain that was ripping in my side.

Suddenly, the weight was lifted off of me, and Padfoot was bravely trying to take on the part-human by himself. I rolled my eyes in my head. Sirius, always trying to do things alone and without any help whatsoever.

I ran into the new animal with my antlers, flipping it onto its back and wrestling it to the floor, keeping it there while it howled.

Well, now I know it's a girl. That kind of explains the viciousness- girls are more violent than boy werewolves, for some strange reason.

Suddenly, Sirius barked a warning, nodding with his huge head behind me. Perfect. Remus was here. Now that's two we have to take on.

Throwing the girl to the other side of the room, I turned around to face Remus. He seemed almost…tame after the female. But I think part of the reason he didn't fight so much is because we- the rest of the Marauders, that is- were here. I think that brings his mind back a little, makes him slightly more sane than usual.

Eventually, we got the two under control…or as much control as you can have over two werewolves, with me holding Remus back with my antlers, Sirius holding the girl to the floor by the scruff of her neck in his teeth, while she leaned around and tried to bite him. Sirius retaliated by snapping at her every time she made her target, which happened to be his legs. Good thing other animals aren't affected by a werewolf's bite.

We made it through the night fairly well. Once, Moony even let me touch him without him trying to take a piece out of my neck. The female, though, Sirius pretty much had to hold down with his teeth. She was so wild and unrestrained…I shuddered to think of the destruction she would cause if she were in a crowded town.

Madam Pomfrey would be coming soon, so I caught Sirius's and Peter's eyes and nodded towards the secret passageway, making it clear we had to leave so we wouldn't get caught.

Soon, all of us were changed back into humans and were running full speed towards the castle. We wouldn't be in trouble for being on the grounds in the morning, but it would be kind of hard to explain exactly why we were out of the dormitory this early.

As we were sprinting back up to the Gryffindor Tower, I couldn't help but wonder who the hell is a werewolf?

Lily's Point of View

Who the hell is a werewolf? Or an Animagi? Because there is no way that those animals were really animals…they were way too smart, and they seemed like they knew exactly what to do with the other one.

I was in the hospital wing, having Madam Pomfrey heal my scratches and bruises, pondering over what happened last night.

There was another one…like me…but there were three other animals: a rat, a dog, and a stag, and all three of them seemed too intelligent to be what they appeared to be. I'd already guessed what they were: exceedingly bright students who were Animagi, or wizards who could become animals at will. I'd also already guessed their purpose: to help their friend, who was a werewolf, during the full moon.

The one thing I hadn't guessed is who the students were. If I knew, I wouldn't turn them in- far from it. Instead, I would ask them- beg, if I had to- to keep me under control. To make sure I didn't bite anyone, because that was the factor that scared me the most about being a wolf, biting an innocent person just because they were in my way.

Later that day, Madam Pomfrey told me to take it easy. When I told her that James Potter was going to teach me how to play Quidditch, she crossed her arms and huffed.

"Quidditch," she muttered. "Dangerous, stupid, idiotic game, if you ask me. I've had way too many broken noses and twisted limbs because a Bludger hit them. Well, personally, I believe it should be…"

I didn't really want to listen to a rant about how horrible Quidditch was, so I started to scoot back slowly, watching her the whole time. Then, suddenly, I turned around and broke into a run. I think, though, that as I passed through the door to the wing, that I heard a chuckle in Madam Pomfrey's soft tone.

I didn't really have anything to do until Potter's Quidditch lesson at seven, so I decided I'd just take a walk. I hadn't been able to explore the grounds properly yet, so this would be a good chance, as none of the teachers I had were mean enough to give homework on the first day.

After walking past a wooden hut, I saw the outline of the figure for another student who seemed to be about my age. Since I knew that none of the people in my dormitory were going to be out today, I quickened my pace. It might be good to get to know someone from a different House.

But when I saw who it was, I quickly turned and tried to walk away. That boy that was with Petunia was the one strolling by the trees, and he didn't seem to like me for some reason.

But, I have horrible luck. So, of course, as soon as I pivoted on my heel, I heard a thin, male voice call out to me, "Evans! Come here!" Again, I didn't really want to talk to him, so I picked up the pace I was walking at. Bad idea.

I heard him shout some words, and before I could do anything, I had crashed to the ground, unable to move a muscle. Footsteps sounded beside me.

"Thought you could run, did you? Well, you were wrong," the same voice said. Fear was starting to pit in my stomach. If there was one person this guy sounded like, it was my father.

"When I call you, you answer." The guy emphasized the words with a kick. If I could have, I would've whimpered out of shock and pain. Shock, because I was so surprised someone here at Hogwarts would kick me. Pain, because he kicked hard.

"You listen here, bitch," he hissed, leaning close to me. I could see that his black eyes were cold and cruel…like my dad's.

"You are going to answer my question. Now, where did you disappear to last night? Because you didn't come back to your dormitory. " I felt the curse leave my body, so I could answer the question. My mind was racing. How did this Slytherin know that I didn't come back to my bed last night?

"I-I went back to my dorm last night," I whispered, cowering away from those hard, mean eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Liar," the boy said contemptuously. He kicked me again once, twice, three times. "You didn't. You went to the Whomping Willow and you transformed into a werewolf. You're a filthy half-human, a disgrace among wizardkind. We should shun you. We should snap your wands in half and make you live in the forest. But no." He dropped to his knees, to make himself level with me. "You," he socked me in the stomach- I cried out, but no one was there to hear me, "get to," he did it again, "live among us," this time he connected his fist with my arm, "because that fool, Dumbledore, believes in giving people chances." He accentuated the last three words with a kick to my ribs. I moaned as a searing pain shot down the left side of my torso- I'm pretty sure I heard something crack. "But I don't."

"I believe that people like you should be done away with, but I couldn't do that here at Hogwarts. So making your life living hell here at school should suffice."

"What makes you think I'll let you?" I asked, making a stab at a brave voice. He swiped at the part of my rib that was already broken- I bit back a scream of agony.

"Because I know. I can tell everyone. And you don't want that to happen. So come here every other day at this time, or else you're furry little secret will accidentally slip," he sneered, "out of my mouth." And with that, he turned and was about to leave, with his robes billowing behind him, when he faced me again.

"I forgot," he said casually, innocently pulling out his wand. "Crucio!"

It felt like a thousand knives were being slowly twisted in my abdomen- this time, I couldn't hold back my scream. It rent the air, high pitched and blood curdling, causing birds to fly away from branches, cawing loudly.

As suddenly as the pain came, it stopped.

"There's a taste of what to expect," the boy said nastily. And this time he really did depart, leaving a shaking, cold me in his wake.

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