Pain. Pain beyond pain.
I'd only wandered outside for a few minutes. The full moon looked pretty, and it was exciting for a five-year-old boy to disobey his parents. Because they'd told me not to leave the house that night.
A huge, grey, scary-looking thing sprang out of the darkness. Little me didn't have a chance. It bared its teeth and as I screamed for help, spells came flashing towards it. But it was too late. I was covered in blood, unconscious, with a huge bite mark in my shoulder. I was dragged inside, my father scaring the beast away.
That was the last time I ignored my parents' words.
Later, I found out that he came after us because my father had insulted him. He never forgave himself for his slip of the tongue. I can see the guilt in his eyes every time he looks at me.
Every month afterwards has been the same. Ripping, searing pain as my transformation takes place. And my mind turns feral.
They tried. They tried desperately to find a cure. But there isn't one.
There is no denying the fact that I am a monster.
They told me I might not be able to attend Hogwarts. Yet, the letter sits right in front of me, emerald green ink and heavy parchment.
But how can I go? Knowing what I am? How could the Headmaster be foolish enough to let me around other innocent children?
I can never have friends. They'd find out what I was. And run away. Like they should.
I can never have a normal life. I don't deserve one.