This isn't happening! This CAN'T be happening!

Words could not describe how bewildered, scared and disturbed Harry Potter was when he woke up in the middle of his hotel room floor. He wasn't sure what was worse; the fact that he was lying on the ground or the fact that he was doing so completely naked. But his current position on the floor was not as terrifying as the condition of the room. To put it simply; it looked like a wild animal had been unleashed upon in the room and the only things that had not suffered from irreversible damage where the things that were too high to be reached by such a beast.

Harry couldn't remember much from the previous night; he was relaxing with Ron and Hermione when the pain started. Harry felt his bones breaking and moving in seemingly impossible directions, his jaw felt like it was pushing out of his face and he felt pin pricks over every inch of his skin. His organs and bones felt like they were grinding together, melting and burning. He had let out howls of pain and began rolling on the floor as the pain had become too much. The last thing he remembered before everything went blank was the terrified expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces as they ran out of the room.

Harry stared around the room; terror flooding his body as he tried to figure out what had happened last night. Harry tried desperately to remember something but came up completely blank. The only thing Harry could mentally process was how sore, tired and nauseous he was feeling at that moment. Harry can't remember feeling this crummy before and he'd had some rough moments in the past two years. Heck; the Dursleys never even had him in this much pain before and that was saying something.

Harry was just pulling on a pair of pants when a soft, hesitant knock caught his attention. Confused, Harry made his way to the door and slowly opened. Standing at the other side of the door was Ron and Hermione and they both looked worried. More than worried, concerned but they were hiding it well to keep Harry calm... Calmer. He was freaking out and it seemed appropriate.

How could he not freak out? But panicking was causing his heart to race which seemed to hurt. Breathing hurt. Thinking hurt. It all hurt but he had to try and figure this all out.

"Harry! You're alright! Thank goodness! Do you know how scared you had us?" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around Harry, making his muscles and bones scream in pain.

"Hermione, let the man go! Can't you see you're hurting him?" Ron said, clearly seeing the expression on Harry's face. Hermione immediately released Harry and gave him a sympathetic nod. Harry opened the door the rest of the way and pulled his friends into the room. Harry wasn't sure what reaction he expected when his friends saw what was left of the room but this wasn't it. But the expression on their faces made Harry think that somehow they thought the room was going to look worse!

"Bloody Hell, mate! You did a number on this room! Hermione, look at the door! I told you the wards were a good idea!" Ron cried, causing Harry to look at the hotel room door; the door was covered in what looked like claw marks! Actually, most of the room was covered in claw marks but that door seemed to take the worst beating. Somehow Harry felt more nauseated than he had been a couple seconds ago.

"What happened last night? I can't remember a thing!" Harry exclaimed trying once again to remember something but only made his head spin slightly. When Harry began swaying a little bit he felt someone's hand gripping his elbow and guide him towards the mutilated bed. The blankets were shredded, the bed boards were scratched and covered in... bite marks?

"You changed man! You grew fur and your face! It..."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed angrily; the shrill tone on her voice caused Harry to wince. "Harry, you turned into a werewolf. I recognized it when your face started shifted and you're lucky I did because I was able to get Ron and myself out of the room in one piece. I decided to put a few wards on the room to make sure no one heard you and that you couldn't get out of the room and... How are you feeling?"

Harry noticed the way Hermione dropped the subject before she could say what would have happened if Harry had gotten out. Looking around the room, Harry was able to come to his own conclusions what would have happened had Harry escaped. The only thing that brought relief to Harry's mind was that his trunk and Hedwig were in Ron's room.

"I feel like I got the stuffing beat out of me," Harry said honestly; not feeling like trying to downplay his condition. Besides, he knew neither Ron nor Hermione were thick enough to believe Harry could go through such a physical change and feel perfectly fine the next morning.

"I brought you a pepper up potion," Ron said handing Harry a vial of red potion. "I know you're in pain but we've still got to go to Hogwarts. This should get you to the castle and hopefully through the feast." Harry gratefully took the potion; he felt ready to curl up and sleep for a year. He chugged down the potion and ignored the tingling that trailed down his throat as the potion made its way down.

"The staff are going to have heart attacks when they see this room!" Harry said, feeling embarrassed at the idea of someone seeing the state of this room. Hermione let out a laugh and took out her wand.

"Don't worry Harry; they won't even know what happened."

Harry had fallen asleep while Hermione frantically cast spells around the room repairing everything that Harry had destroyed in his... fit of animalistic madness? It wasn't long before Harry found Ron shaking him awake.

"Time to go to catch the train, Harry. I packed your trunk," Ron said as he shook Harry. When Harry opened his eyes, he wasn't as tired as he felt before and he was very grateful for that. The room looked like a normal room again. Nothing was shredded, destroyed or bitten. If Harry didn't feel complete rubbish, he would have hugged Hermione and Ron. But the idea of spreading his arms made him wince in pain.

Harry nodded and followed Ron out of the hotel room. As excited as Harry was to go back to Hogwarts, he really just wanted to curl back under the covers and sleep forever.

The platform was crowded and cramped; Harry was irritable from being nauseous and the sunlight was burning his still sensitive eyes. Ron had assured him that this was a side effect of the pepper up potion.

Ron was known for his colds and chest infections, therefore, he tended to take Pepper-Up potions regularly so it wasn't too far fetched that he would be more familiar with the effects of the potions than Hermione who knew the facts but Ron's experience was a little more valuable. Sure, it was nice to hear from Hermione that the symptoms he was having were common, it was Ron who could tell him how to angle his head so the room would stop spinning and how to ease the jitters that came with the potion.

Ron was enjoying the fact that he had more advice to offer than Hermione and the girl was content to allow him the victory, only bringing him to task when he got a little bit too cocky about it. Hermione had given Harry a pain relieving potion that had brought down the pain in Harry's bones and muscles.

Harry quietly followed Ron and Hermione onto the train. Ron had helped load Harry's trunk onto the train and Hermione had helped Harry find the emptiest compartment she could and thankfully it was across the hall from a train toilet.

The compartment contained only one other passenger and strangely enough, it was a man who was asleep. His briefcase lay beside him displaying his name, Professor R.J. Lupin. Even weirder was the fact that Harry found something really familiar about this man but he was unsure just why he recognized this man. But he couldn't think about it because as soon as the train lurched to a start, his stomach did too and he dashed out of the compartment to familiarize himself with the train toilet.