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Chapter 5
A Full Moon
Remus was alone in his shed as dusk began to turn into night. All nights were lonely and frightening to the ten year old but there was one paticular night that always turned into a living nightmare. The night of the full moon.
Remus shed his clothes and folded them neatly in a corner where he hoped they would not be damaged. He slipped a collar around his neck which was tied to a magically fortified beam. He sat on the cool dirt floor, hugging his knees to his chest, and trying to stay calm. He breathed deeply and tried to focus on the familiar smells of his surroundings. Dusty books, old hay, rotting wood. Of course, nothing could ever prepare the child for the all permeating light of the moon.
The light shined through the small window and illuminated Remus' flesh. He let out a small whimper. The change had begun in its slow contorting manner. Being a werewolf is nothing like being an Animagi. The bones do not shift smoothly into place. Fur does not just slide out of the skin. Structure and organs do not fall neatly into place. The exact opposite takes place. Its as if the body is being torn away from itself.
The boy screamed in agony as sleek sliver fur shot up from his skin. Each individual hair burned like the hot pinprick of a needle. Sickening cracks could be heard as his legs and arms snapped and twisted into shape. He collapsed and writhed on the ground with his nails digging into his flesh.
His lungs and muscles expanded until Remus thought he would die from the pressure of all the extra matter exploding from its boundry of skin. Dagger-sharp claws sliced through the tips of his fingers and toes with a smattering of blood oozing out.His gums bled as they filled with deadly teeth and fangs. His face was torn from him as the bones in his skull elongated.
The last thing Remus would lose was his mind. This was the most painful thing he experienced as all that was human slipped away into a haze.His memory and what he learned. His grandmother. All he loved and all he hoped for faded away. This was replaced by an indiscrimate rage and a hunger to kill all things.
Kill.
The beast was standing on two legs and straining hard against its restraints. No matter how it tried it could not break free. Its rage magnified at the realization of its imprisonment. It got on all fours and rammed into the wall. It bit and scratched whatever it could find in frustration; including itself.
KILL!
The werewolf froze. Its nostrils flared and its pupils dialated. A mouse skittered across the shed floor. In an instant it was snatched up in the wolf's massive jaws and swallowed nearly whole. The wolf was pacified for a moment but it regained its rage and clawed and howled in anger for the rest of the night.
Remus awoke the next morning naked and covered head to foot in wounds like he did every morning after the full moon. He could hardly move because of the sharp pains in his bones and his tender, freshly healed scracthes. Unfortunatly, he had to move as his stomach wretched and lurched. He vomited up a dead half digested mouse.
After wretching in the corner of the shed Remus fainted from sheer exhaustion and did not wake up until the next day.
A/N: I noticed no one ever describes what it is like to be a werewolf in Remus fanfiction, it almost seems as if it is an afterthought. So I thought I'd write this short chapter about the experience.
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