SOB STORIES
Howls of a Werewolf
I looked over the black lake and saw the sinister moon rise, as I could feel a tingly sensation spreading through my body. I ran as fast as my changing legs could carry me. When I reached the shrieking shack, it brought back more memories than any other full moon this year. This was the moon twenty years ago when one Severus Snape had sneeked into the shack as well.
I rememberd being so angry with Sirius, he had let slip to Snape that there was something happening in the whomping willow. Luckily I had James there to protect my secret and to protect Snape from me. It brought tears to me eyes to know that I no longer had James and Peter my marauder buddies. But instead I was left with a murder. How any one can live with themselves after what he did, I will never know.
I went upstairs to the far bedroom on the right, and then I sank down to the floor. I lifted up my paw and thought...
Why me?
I sat there and felt tears dripping off my fur and onto the dusty floorboards. I had lost my friends in the space of two days, or so. I picked up my paw and examined it closely. What traumas I had to go through in life!
Sorry for the short chappy!
Thanks to Jas for being supportive! And to Zoe for helping me with spelling, as mine is awful! Lol! Also Chantelle...for being Chantelle! lol! Check their stories out as well! They are FANTASTIC! lol
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