Chapter 14 When Remus and his father arrived in London on Wednesday, they went to a men's restroom. Remus was very confused. "Just go into a stall and flush yourself down the toilet." Mr. Lupin said. Remus doubted this strange request and watched his father go into the stall in front of them and Remus heard a flush. He pushed the door open and his father was gone. He stepped into the toilet and flushed the handle. He suddenly felt himself being stretched out, spun around, and pulled down the pipes.
He landed in a very large room covered in large tiles of black marble. His father was waiting for him. "Come on, we don't want to be late." Remus walked into the large courtroom. There were a lot of reporters there waiting for the trial to start, each with a enchanted quill and notebook, ready to take notes. The wrinkle infested judge walked in followed by the prosecuting team. Finally the defence came in and he could see Greyback, just as terrifying as his picture. The room watched the short-lived trial for it didn't take long to end.
The prosecution had strong evidence for a killing spree of nine children over the last four years, and had evidence of him transforming on the full moon. Disgusted, the jury found him guilty, and the judge sentenced him to life in Azkaban. But as he was being handcuffed, he saw Remus and his father and recognized them. He whispered, knowing Remus was the only one who could hear, "Remus Lupin, you survived. So you're a werewolf, right? Perfect. Don't worry boy, your suffering won't last long. When I escape from Azkaban, I will end your painful little life first." He gave him a sinister smile, the same one as the one when he was scratched six years ago, and the authorities took him away. Remus went pale, terrified by his threats.
"Doesn't it feel better son, having that closure?" Mr. Lupin asked his son as they got up to leave. "Yeah, it does." Remus murmured staley. Remus was still in shock by the events that unfolded within just the last week of his 11 years. In silence, Remus and his dad departed for Hogwarts once again.
Remus arrived at Hogwarts on Halloween night, still motion sick from the car ride, so he went directly to his room, without checking in with the professors. He was still devastated by the threats of Greyback. He felt as if he lost all control of his life, and whatever he knew was all a lie. He knew he had anyone to talk to, and his friends weren't friends at all, merely a mirage to make him feel normal. He needed a way to feel better, and chocolate wouldn't do it.
When he arrived to his dorm, the marauders were there, and happy to see him again. That afternoon, James and Sirius had stolen a six pack of ale from two seventh years.
"Let's get drunk, Sirius. I've never been drunk. Have you?" James said jokingly.
"Never, but we have to sometime." Sirius said while laughing.
"I suppose you two are too good of people to try it? Right?"
"No. I want to get drunk" Remus said.
"What?" James asked.
"I want to get so bloody drunk that I forget everything that happened this week, okay?" Remus shouted.
"Okay. I understand. Peter?"
"I'll keep you in line while sober, thanks!" The three boys locked themselves in he boy's bathroom. And brought the beers in with them. Peter stood out the door on watch for other students and faculty. Remus raised the first bottle of his lips, and let it pour into his mouth while James and Sirius watched in disgust and amazement. Remus thought it tasted terrible, but he didn't care. He just wanted to escape reality. Drinking was always his father's favorite medicine, so Remus thought it would work for him too. He finished the entire bottle and James and Sirius said nothing, extremely uncomfortable by Remus's unexpected behavior, and chugged their own.
After the boys finished their second bottle, around 6pm, they were heavily intoxicated. "You know what us M-Marauders should do?" Sirius slurred.
"What's that, mate?" James said slaphappy. Sirius held up a roll of toilet paper. "We should tipi the Whomping Willow." Sirius said while laughing.
"Okay, why the hell not?" Remus said as he got up. He grabbed a couple rolls and opened the door. "Grab your brooms" Remus said as he grabbed his. He opened the window of the empty dorm room. "What are you guys doing?!" A panicking Peter said as he stepped in front of the window.
"We're tipi-ing the Willow!" James said while laughing. The three mounted their brooms. "You can't fly when drunk! You shouldn't even leave the dorm. You stink of beer!" Peter screamed. "
Either join us, or move out of our way, Peter!" Remus yelled back. While Peter stood, confused at what he should do, Remus, James, and Sirius pushed past him and shakily flew out of the window. Wide eyed, he grabbed his own broom and chased after them, concerned for their safety. It was around sunset and the three very drunk boys arrived at the whomping willow. Peter stood on the ground, having a panic attack and constantly looking for a teacher to come out and bust them.
They started to fly around it, weaving through and dodging the tree's furious branches trying to hit the boys out of the sky. The boys laughed as they threw the toilet paper over the branches, soon the tree was decorated in white strands of toilet paper. The boys landed hard on the grass away from the tree's reach. They burst into drunk laughter. Twilight was amongst them.
Peter ran over to the boys, and screamed "Everyone fly away! Someone's coming!" The boys got on their broomsticks and James, Peter, and Sirius quickly flew away. Remus on the other hand was extremely disoriented. He struggled standing up, and kept on tumbling over. Confused, he looked up to the sky. There, rising over the mountain range was a full, bright full moon.
How did I forget that it was a full moon? He looked at the shadows approaching him in the darkness. Shit, I'll murder them! I need to get far away from here. Remus was able to mount his broom and start frantically flying over the forbidden forest. He had a surge of excruciating pain from his fingers. He looked down, mid flight, and saw claws start to grow. He ignored the painful sensation and kept flying.
I have to get as far away as possible. After he flew about 7 kilometers, He felt his vertebrae start to shift and the bones morphing in his legs. He was unable to keep balance and fell from his broom into the treetops. He landed like a brick into the ground and heard a huge crack from his right leg. He looked down in horror and saw his bloody white Tibia emerging from his hairy werewolf leg.
More electric shocks of pain went soaring through his body. I'm going to die tonight. Right here in the middle of the dark forest. I was so stupid tonight. I will die a fool. He laid on the ground, screaming and crying as his awful transformation finished and the consciousness of Remus Lupin dripped away into nothing, and the beast awoke.