Chapter Five
Giz stared at Fay Jones.
"Move." She spat.
"You move!"
"No, I want to get through-"
"So do I!" cried Fay, flicking her blonde hair from her face and scowling.
"I was here first! I have somewhere to be-"
"So do I… Your lack of intelligence seems to be showing, as you are incapable of believing that I ALSO have somewhere to be!"
Giz stepped back, slightly shocked. How dare a Slytherin say that to her?!
"Move out of the way, bitch!"
"Giz?"
It was none other than Sirius Black, marauder and prank extraordinaire. He stood by Fay, and glared down at her in distaste.
"I never understood why Remus liked you, Jones. You're so…Slytherin-ish."
"Thank you, Black," Fay snarled back, "I'll remember to pop your inflated ego when I see you next time."
With that, she stormed off the other way.
"Why didn't she go that way in the first place?" Sirius sighed with a small laugh, and they made their way up to the common room.
Storm's head snapped back, her white hair flipping into her face and her eyes wide but watery. She dropped the pencil she was holding, and stared at the paper, crumpling it with the tightness of her grip.
Kit stared at her for a moment, her heart pounding.
"Storm? What's wrong?"
Lisabet leaned forward in her seat, clutching her French book to her chest, which came from home.
"Storm?" she hissed, pushing her blonde hair form her pale face. Storm cautiously looked at her, tears staining her cheeks.
"It's happened again." She whispered lightly, no emotion present in her voice.
"W-what's happened?" Kit asked, frightful. "Is it bad?"
"He…he has struck again!" she cried, almost a whisper this time, and crushed he paper up and through it on the floor. "T-they…they're dead!"
"Who, Storm, WHO?!" Lisabet asked loudly, moving closer to Storm, who was crying wholeheartedly now.
"The Lornton's…they're dead!"
"Who killed them, Storm….?" Lisabet asked slowly, trying not to understand the words that formed in her mouth, but the realisation bought a thick hot lump to her throat.
The Seer turned to Kit and Lisabet, and shook her head.
"I…I can't say the name….s-someone powerful….angry, un-loved…he is rising to power!" She let out a small whimper and then screamed, "VOLDERMOURT!"
Clarence Lornton sat on the edge on the sofa that night, his eyes wide and watery. No one talked, just whispered under their breaths or studied. Remus sat on the other end of the sofa, with a bucket by his ankles. His head was pounding and he could feel the darkness swirling up inside him. Three hours. That's all it was until he'd change. He glanced momentarily at Clarence, who was quietly crying, and then returned to staring at the floor.
James, Sirius and Peter came into the common room, joking and laughing as always. Lily Evans shot James a dark look, and he ceased laughing, nudging Sirius and Peter too. They tiptoed around Clarence and sat around Remus.
"Mate, wanna go upstairs?" Sirius asked, and Remus nodded.
After an hour upstairs, the four boys quietly made their way down to the Great Hall under James' invisibility cloak. Their steps were light and careful as they crept around the tables and went through the large door into the Entrance Hall, where they stopped. James nudged Remus.
"You alright?"
"Yeah."
And they kept walking.
Reaching the Whomping Willow, the group let Remus slip out under the cloak and wave his wand lazily- the spell froze the vicious trees branches and stopped them getting hurt as the branches…well, went straight into anything in the way.
He signed to the others, and Remus got on his knees and crawled into the small, damp tunnel that lead to the Shrieking Shack.
With a very sudden burst of energy, Remus sprinted up the stairs, before he realised it wasn't energy- he was going to be sick. Wrenching open the door to the bedroom, he leant his head in and vomited. The boys paused a little before running up the stairs, and crowded around Remus. It was Sirius who put his hands on his shoulders and gently led him into the bedroom, stepping over the vomit. James leapt over the puddle…and Peter? He stepped into it.
Remus had forgotten how much the three boys kept his mind together- he cast his thoughts back to his first two years at Hogwarts, the small, scared boy who whispered to 'himself'- he whispered to Moony, the Wolf, the creature that inhabited him…the Marauders had helped him ignore the Wolf, tame him so much that Moony wasn't another part of him completely, they were mixed, fitting together so that Moony and Remus were one being. He owed his sanity to them, and now what did they do? Step in vomit for him.
The pain over took him, searing through every part of his body, and then the ripping began. His could hear screams scrapping out of his throat, mixed with the pure agony he felt as he heard his bones snap and length. He felt his face hit the ground, pain enlightening his whole face, and then, a wave came over him, a wave of intense pain that meant his muscles and skin were being dragged over the newly shaped bones, creating the Wolf. His toes tingled and then cracked, his hands followed, and his whole body pulsed as fur sprouted. Last was his face, elongating and then finally being covered with thick, brown fur. Enhanced senses excited him as the pain dulled, and the Wolf rose onto his hind legs. It was back again, and with a breath, the werewolf howled.