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Disclaimer- If I owned the Marauders, they would have their own movie with lots of Remus Lupin, and a bit less Peter Pettigrew.

Chapter 4- Slave to the Moon

I woke up, a pounding in my head. Tonight was the stupid full moon. The others were already out of bed. I glanced at the clock; I was late for class!

Grabbing my clothes, I slung my book bag over my shoulders, and sprinted down the corridors. When I got to History of Magic, class was already started, so when Professor Binns's back was turned, I slipped into a chair next to Sirius. The advantage of having a ghost as a teacher is that he never notices anything, passing notes, being late, even falling asleep for that matter…

When I sat down, Sirius pointed to my hair. I reached up to pat it, then realized I had forgotten to brush it- it was standing straight up. Sirius gave me his signature grin.

"Where were you?" Sirius whispered

"I was tired, and just slept in," I replied, voice low.

"You don't look that well," Sirius said quietly, glancing up every once in a while to make sure Binns was occupied.

I shrugged, trying to get my hair to lie down flat.

"No use mate, your hair looks worse than James's."

As if on cue, James ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more.

I pulled out some parchment and ink to take notes. After a while, I looked down, only to find my handwriting unreadable; my hands were shaking. Before the full moon I'm always irritable, on edge, tired, and there's this strange adrenaline rush flowing through my blood. Afterwards I'm just plain tired. Finally, after what seemed like years, class was over, onto Herbology with Hufflepuff.

We were transferring Devil's Snare from the Hogwarts grounds, and putting them in pots. I was paired with Eve Petcher; she was from America. She was really quite beautiful.

"In America, they don't have a wizarding school," she said as we dumped soil into the pots, "They only have phony muggles who call themselves magicians. Their magic consists of using playing cards and pulling animals from a hat. My parents love America, but they agreed to move here for my education."

"Where did you get your British accent then?" I asked. Her accent seemed perfect.

"Oh, it's not real," she replied, not using a British accent. "When I moved here, I found I could imitate British people well, so I always used an accent to sound believable. It's really fake."

"Wow, I thought it was real."

"You aren't the first," She said with a warm smile.

There was a yelp, and everyone turned around. Peter had his hand stuck in the Devil's Snare, and it was quickly snaking up his arm. Professor Sprout hurried over, untangled his hand with some sort of spell, and everyone went back to his or her work.

"Are they your friends?" Eve asked, pointing to James, Sirius, and Peter.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, not to offend you, but aren't they kind of immature? I mean, about a week ago they harmed that Slytherin boy. What happens when they do something worse and get expelled?"

"You are completely right, they are rather immature, but if you know them well, they aren't so bad. Immature yes, but they don't harm people on purpose."

"I see," She replied. There was dirt all over her face, but she didn't seem to mind. "By the way, your hair, it's rather…" Her face went all red.

"I know, sticking up. I woke up late today, and I didn't have time to brush it."

"Did you eat?"

"No, I didn't actually. It doesn't matter, I'm not all that hungry."

When I looked up at her from my work, her mouth was wide open, staring at me. What did I do?

"Your eyes, they just, well, .., um. This is gonna sound crazy but your eyes just, like, flashed yellow."

Naturally, my eyes are dark amber, but sometimes before the full moon, they flash yellow like the wolf's eyes. They also seem to gradually get lighter when the full moon is around, which bothers me. Can't my eyes just stay the same color? I knew Eve was right, but I had to pretend other wise.

"Maybe you didn't get enough sleep last night, because I'm almost positive my eyes haven't changed. Maybe it was a trick of the light or something of that sort."

"Yeah, your right, just a trick of the light," she muttered, looking down. I felt my stomach give a little squirm; today was going to be a long day.

At dinner, I didn't eat anything. I sat with the others, but I was reading the History of Magic chapter we had covered today. I didn't really pay attention, so I figured it would be best to re-read the chapter.

"You haven't eaten anything Remus, are you feeling okay?" James asked.

"Yeah, I feel fine."

"Well you better," Peter said. "Remember, we have detention with McGonagall tonight 'till nine."

Oh no, I had completely forgotten about the detention! McGonagall would have to let me pass; I might be able to make it up another time. As we walked down to her room, I could feel the strange adrenaline rush through me as I shivered in anticipation. On my first day I was told to be at the Hospital Wing at seven fifteen every full moon; right now it was seven. When we finally entered her room, she told us to sit down. I remained standing.

" Um, Professor, I don't believe I can do detention tonight," I said, wringing my hands.

"Why ever not?" she asked, but her tone wasn't cold. How could I make her understand? I continued to look at my feet, not sure what to say. I couldn't just tell her out loud with the other boys around, who were now looking up at me.

Hoping she would understand, I glanced out the window at the full moon, which sent shivers down my spine. I looked back at her. Her eyes widened in understanding.

"You are free to leave now, Mr. Lupin."

"What's up Remus?" Sirius asked. What was I supposed to say to that? Thankfully, McGonagall intervened.

"I'm afraid Mr. Lupin's mother has taken ill, and he is going home to see her tonight."

"Oh, well, bye Remus." Peter said.

"Hope your mum gets better."

"Yeah, but if you aren't back soon, I will personally come get you."

I sent McGonagall a thanking look, then left.

When I got to the Hospital Wing panting, Madam Pomfrey was waiting for me.

"Sorry for being late,"

"No matter," she replied, leading me down a corridor. Then I remembered; I didn't even know where we were going. Dumbledore said they had a safe place for me. Back at home, I was locked in the cement basement. There was nothing down there for me to ruin, so that was considered my 'special room.'

As she led me outside, I could feel the cool breeze on my back and face; it felt nice. We came up to a tree. It was large, and had branches that were swaying in the wind. A good hit from one of those branches, and you could easily break a few ribs.

"This is the Whomping Willow. It is placed over the tunnel to the house you will transform in. It will attack anyone that comes near it, but guessing from the look on your face, you already knew that. To stop the braches, you simply use a levitating spell. Have you learned Wingardium Leviosa yet?"

I shook my head; we were going to learn that in a couple of days.

"Oh well, early lesson. Take out your wand, and point it at that long stick over there. Make a swish and flick motion like this, while saying the incantation, Wingardium Leviosa."

I followed her instructions, and the stick instantly flew up.

"That was fast, you will probably be very good in charms. Now, the stick will follow where you move your wand, so direct your wand to that little knot on the base of the tree so that the stick touches it. That will temporarily freeze the tree, long enough for you to get through. Just follow the tunnel; it will lead you to the house to transform. I will come back for you in the morning, I promise. Good Luck."

The tree froze, and hesitantly, I walked trough a dark tunnel. The tunnel was carved out of dirt, and was very long. After what seemed forever, the tunnel rose, and led me to a door. I opened the door, only to find a staircase to my left. Not sure what else ot do, I walked up the staircase. There was a hallway with three rooms. I opened the first room, which I named A. There was a large, four-poster bed, a chair, desk, mirror, and clock. I still had at least half an hour before my transformation, so I went on to the other rooms. The second room, B, was much smaller. It contained the basic contents of a restroom and shower. Finally, at the end of the hall, was room C. this was by far the smallest room, but when I entered it, I gasped. Inside there was a large grand piano. I had no clue how to play, so I sat down on the bench and lightly tapped the keys. At least I would have something to do when I was waiting for the moon to rise. This place was much better than the basement at home.

I lost track of the time, and soon, the throbbing in my head increased. I scrambled back into room A, and sat down on the floor to keep from passing out. Soon it felt like knives were piercing my skin. I bit my lip and bug my fingernails into my palms, trying not to scream out. I could feel my skin stretching, bones crushing, teeth and nails growing. My body was being ripped apart; it was on fire. Finally I screamed out, just wanting the pain to stop. The screams turned into howls, and I was succumbed to the wolf.

Good, Bad? Let me know! I'm guessing Remus's eyes are dark amber, but they get lighter as the full moon approaches. It doesn't say in the books, and in the movies, there are some pics of him with brown, blue, and gray eyes. Also, I know my description of the Shrieking shack is diff. from the movie.I hope Eve didn't seem like a Mary Sue. Will update soon, please tell mew what you think.