Year- 1971, 1st Year

Remus Rants:

Thought of the Day: Do dreams really have hidden meanings? Are they some kind of subconscious message?- okay, so it's not a quote, but a thought that has been nagging at me for a while.

I looked around and saw huge trees with moss covered trunks towering above me, their glossy leaves glinted in the warm sunlight. I looked up through the canopy of trees to see bright sunlight shining down onto the forest floor in speckled patterns.

The smell of fresh pine needles met my nose and I breathed it in and as it filled my lungs, I felt a sudden kind of freedom.

Suddenly I recognized my surroundings. I was in my favourite forest. The forest I had grown up in as a young boy. The forest that I had loved so much to run around in and play in. The forest that made me feel ultimate freedom. And also the forest in which I had felt the most pain; in which I had received my fatal bite. And the forest in which my dreams had been shattered.

But the familiar forest wasn't dark or evil now, there were no monsters lurking just out of sight in between the trees. The forest was filled with a warm homely glow and a pleasant scent. And in the forest I felt at home and comfortable. I felt freedom and tranquility.

Suddenly the scene around me changed… dissolved. The warm tranquility of the forest was slipping away like a transient memory and in its place was a golden ball of light. It appeared right in front of me and I found myself reaching for it, the orb was made up of pure sunlight and glowed as bright as the sun on a summer's day. I stretched my hand out towards that shining orb but it was just irritably out of reach. I didn't quite know why I wanted this golden ball of light so much, why I was reaching for it, but my whole willpower was bent on at least touching it.

Just a bit further… a bit further and I would have it. I would have the light forever if only I could stretch a bit further. Suddenly the orb moved just out of my reach, and whenever I tried to grasp it, it moved again…

Somewhere distantly I heard a voice call my name, 'Lupin', 'Lupin' it called softly, distantly, somewhat imploringly. Was that my name? 'Lupin' it called again. No, go away. I do not want to. I want the light. The orb of golden light. Suddenly it seemed that I would have it, this bright sunshiny orb, I pushed out my hand a little further and finally, with the point of my index finger, I finally touched it. All of a sudden the light vanished, simply disintegrated, leaving in its place a complete and utter darkness.

"Noooooo!" I screamed desperately. Or at least that's what I was trying to say – I don't know if it came out quite the same though.

"Lupin!" this time I heard the voice more clearly, I was aware that it was straight above me. I blearily opened my eyes, everything was fuzzy but I could make out two faces looking down at me. I closed them again, not wanting to look at them. If only I could have gotten that light.

"Lupin," one of the voices said, this time more softly. It was a comforting voice. I forced myself to open my eyes again and waited for everything to become clearer; once they did I saw the face of a concerned Albus Dumbledore looking down at me. Madam Pomfrey was there also.

I struggled to keep my eyes open. I twisted my head around, and this small action sent surges of pain through my body, I almost cried out. I noticed the dim interior of the shack. I was still in the shack.

I looked up at Dumbledore and Pomfrey blurrily. I could make out Dumbledore talking to me comfortingly but I could not understand nor process anything he was saying. Madam Pomfrey was talking in an exasperated tone. It was like my brain was temporarily shut down, and I could not connect what people were saying to form understandable speech. It was like my mind was acting (or, more fittingly, not acting) against my will, and I couldn't control anything.

It was like I was still in a dream world. But it was nothing like the dream I had been having just minutes before, it was more like a nightmare. And that's what reality is sometimes, isn't it? Like a nightmare with no escape and only dreams to comfort you. This reality that I had just woken up to was painful, cold and disconcerting.

I struggled to understand what Dumbledore was saying but the more I tried, the more his speech slipped away from me and the more I felt my mind slip away. I could feel my brain settling into another sleep and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The next time I opened my eyes a bright sunlight shone into them and I found that I was in the Hospital Wing; the bright sunlight bathed the Hospital Wing in a warm yellow glow. I looked down at my body and noticed that someone had put pyjamas on me. I tried to move but as soon as I did I felt a terrible pain surge through my limbs.

"You're awake," a voice said (stating the obvious), it was Madam Pomfrey; she had bustled over to me and started to tend to my wounds.

"Drink this," she ordered as she poured a hot liquid down my throat. The liquid had an instantaneous effect, the surging pain in my body dulled a bit and I found that I was able to move a little more.

"Eat this," she ordered again as she shoved pieces of chocolate into my mouth. I chewed it unwillingly. Suddenly I felt a warm feeling surge through me to the tips of my toes, perhaps this chocolate wasn't so bad after all, I thought as Pomfrey shoved more into my mouth. I struggled to keep it all in my mouth and not end up with it all over the bed.

"Now get some more rest, I'll check in again later," Pomfrey said, then made her way into her office. I couldn't exactly reply at present, seeing as my mouth was stuffed full of chocolate.

I laid back onto the bed and closed my eyes, the familiar feeling of sleep was beginning to wash over me; suddenly I heard hushed voices talking inside the office, recognizing the voice of Dumbledore, McGonagall and Pomfrey I sat up again and strained to hear what they were talking about.

"…was a bad transformation, can't we do anything more for him?" Came the voice of McGonagall.

"Unfortunately not Minerva, we've done all we can already," Dumbledore said.

"I feel so sorry for the poor boy, he's only eleven." Came Pomfrey's voice.

"We all do Poppy, but there is nothing more we can do than what we've already done, hopefully his transformations will get better, after all this is only his first one at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said.

"Hopefully," McGonagall said. They all seemed to go quiet at that point.

"Well, I better get back to class, no doubt Black and Potter are causing a stir," McGonagall said suddenly, "I probably shouldn't have left Sir Nick in charge," she said.

This seemed to indicate that the conversation between the three had ended; I heard a rustling sound and quickly lay back in my bed. The sound of footsteps greeted my ears. I opened my eyes and standing in front of me was Dumbledore himself.

"Hello Mr. Lupin," Dumbledore smiled warmly. I smiled back. "I trust you heard our conversation?" he asked. I stared guiltily at him.

"That's quite all right, though next time I'd recommend you get some rest," Dumbledore said.

"Headmaster, can I ask you something?" I asked suddenly.

"I believe you just did, but yes, go on," Dumbledore said, sitting down in a chair beside my bed.

"Do dreams have a meaning?" I asked, thinking about the golden orb of light and the familiar forest.

"Why, yes, all dreams have some kind of a meaning to an extent Remus, why just last night I had a dream about dirty socks hitting me in the face and this morning I woke up to find that my socks were yelling at me to wash them," he chuckled, then continued, "but yes, I do believe that all dreams have some deeper meaning than we can even begin to comprehend," he said looking at me, "is there anything you'd like to tell me Remus?" Dumbledore asked, his light sky blue eyes boring into mine.

I thought about the dream I had had earlier in the shack. The glowing orb of light, the orb that I could have so nearly grasped in my own hand. The orb that, once touched, had disintegrated and left in its place a complete darkness. Then I decided against it. It was my dream, and mine alone, I decided that I did not want to share it, not even with Dumbledore, "No Professor, I was just wondering," I answered slowly.

"Well get some rest then," Dumbledore said, standing up, "I recommend that you stay in the Hospital Wing for a couple of days," Dumbledore said and with that he turned and walked out of the Hospital Wing.

I lay back down in my bed and closed my eyes and thought about the glowing orb of light. Still thinking about it, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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Author's Note: Well there it is, Remus' first transformation at Hogwarts. I hope you liked it! Sorry this chapter was pretty short! And no, I haven't seen PoA yet. I'm slow okay. But soon I will. Hopefully.

Jedi Solo- Wow! Thankyou very very very muchly! I mean it! Well I don't know if I'm going to write about after school, I'm just concentrating on their school years at the moment and it'll prob. end after their 7th year, but there may be a sequel, I really don't know. It's a lot of work though! I will keep writing! And I checked out your story and reviewed, it's pretty good, you should def. keep writing! Thank you so much once again!

Ronda-Silverpaw- Lol, that can't be good, if it's not one thing it's another eh? Lol. Well I hope you recover from your writer's block soon! Glad you liked the chapter!

Jbanana- Yes, poor Remus, I didn't want to do it to him but I had to. Hope this was quick enough!

Gevaudan- Thank you very much! I'm glad you like it! Please keep reading!

Wondiful Blondiful- Wow! Thankyou very very much! I really do appreciate it!

Marsexplorer- I feel sorry for Remus as well- there's so much that he has to go through. Thankyou very much!

Black Mistress- Hehe, sorry about that, but I couldn't resist the cliffhanger staring me in the face! Hehe. You've seen PoA twice? :P , no fair! Just kidding! I just hope its not too bad. I wish they would invent something that actually cures Lycanthropy for Remus. That would have been good. I sure hope she doesn't kill Remus off either, I love him too much for that to happen! And she will have LOT of people that will hate it if he dies- that's for sure.

Snickerdoodle131515- I can't imagine how painful it would be either, poor Remus. I wish he didn't have to go through so much, but c'est la vie. (or however you write it).

Thankyou very very much!

Janet Lily- Lol, sorry I took so long! (Was it that long? I don't think it was, hehe) Glad you're still liking it!

This Parrot has ceased to be- Yeah I know about the Remus with a moustache thing, he does not have a moustache! It just doesn't look right for Remus. L Glad you liked the chapter, "So do we," James said, with a sharp look at Sirius that I wasn't meant to notice.'- that was just James telling Sirius to shut his mouth! Because James thought Sirius was being too insensitive.

Graceful Lily- Thanks very much! I'm glad that you like it, MPP are my favourite characters as well (well, that's pretty obvious anyway, hehe). And I'm glad you like the way I show all of MWPP's points of views. Thanks!

Leena-Sama- That's all right. I will keep writing, don't worry. I'm glad you like it!

Hannanora-Potter- Hi! Lol, the dragon, fizzle, puff bit was pretty uh- random. Well, that question has been bugging me for a long time as well, I mean if only getting hit by moonlight meant that that was the only way for Remus to transform then you would think that you could just close the curtains (lol, or the windowless room, or underground) and they wouldn't transform. I think someone asked J.K that in a chat thing, but I can't find it! Right I'm on a mission to find the question. Hang on… I found it…

Can you explain how Lupin turns into a werewolf, since he didn't turn in the Shrieking Shack in Prisoner of Azkaban, but instead he turned only when the full moonlight hit him outside the tunnel? If he only turned into a wolf in the moonlight, why didn't he just stay inside? Did it have to do with the potion? Or was the moon not up yet?

J.K: The moon wasn't up when he entered the Shrieking Shack.

So that means that as soon as the moon comes up (whether the moonlight hits Remus or not) Remus will transform. I think. It's pretty confusing. The scene in PoA (the movie-which I haven't seen yet!) where Remus goes to the shack and the moon is up is most likely incorrect, I mean, it does happen (the whole James is seeker thing). So the moon probably wasn't meant to be up yet when Remus went to the shack. Okay, I just totally contradicted myself, I just proved myself wrong! D'oh. Because the moon starts to rise when Remus runs through the tunnel towards the shack, so he should have been transforming then. Well, I think it was better to have Remus transforming when the moonlight hit him. (Sorry if you got bored the second I wrote 'transform' ! Lol. I think I'm rambling now. Well I know I'm rambling!) So in shorter terms, Remus will transform as soon as the moon rises whether the moonlight hits him directly or not. Probably. Heh.

Visualpurple- I hate that too. That's why I don't really read the 1st or 2nd books . I'm glad you like the way I portray the characters. Yay! Well I'm from Australia actually.

Koriaena- Yeah Sirius does some stupid stuff, I think it's in his nature to, sometimes to break the ice and sometimes on impulse, sometimes he probably doesn't even notice he's being stupid. But he's not stupid as in illiterate! He's very smart in that way, but does stupid things sometimes. Glad you like the fic!