Another Full Moon

I'm gonna try and get into the habit of blogging at least every other day. I was going to blog about my first day back at school (today) but it was so boring and uneventful. Of course, I suppose it could have been more interesting if I hadn't only gotten two hours of sleep last night. Nothing is interesting when I'm exhausted.

Here's a short story I wrote months ago about Remus Lupin and the Marauders experiencing another full moon. For those unfamiliar with the Harry Potter series, Remus Lupin is a werewolf. He (Moony; Harry's 3rd Year DADA teacher), James Potter (Prongs; Harry's father), Sirius Black (Padfoot; Harry's Godfather), and Peter Pettigrew (Wormtail) were best friends at Hogwarts and they called themselves the Marauders. When Remus' friends found out about his being a werewolf, they started researching animagi. In their Fifth Year, they finally succeeded in (illegally) turning themselves into animagi (people who can change into a specific creature at will) so they could accompany Remus during the full moon.

Without any further ado, I give you, Another Full Moon:



Agonized screams filled Sirius' ears and all he wanted was to run into the room and comfort Remus. James' hand on his wrist was the only thing that held him back. The screaming stopped for a moment and Sirius could hear Remus breathing heavily. He closed his eyes just as the screaming started up again. Behind his eyelids, tears settled, threatening to fall. He hated hearing his friend in so much pain, being unable to help him. He felt so defenceless, so useless, like such a bad friend. As more screams filled his ears, he scrunched his hands up into fists, his nails almost drawing blood in his palm. As the final scream turned slowly into a howl, Sirius opened his eyes and looked at James, who nodded and released his wrist. Immediately, they turned into their respective Animagi forms.

Sirius padded round the wall, into Remus' view. He wasn't Remus any more, though … he was a hideous monster, capable of hurting people. He was the werewolf.

Padfoot ran towards him, barking madly, and nuzzled his face against Moony's. The two canines shared a bond that Prongs and Wormtail couldn't create even if they tried. Whilst James and Sirius were the closest ones in human form, Padfoot and Moony got along the best at these times. Prongs walked up behind Padfoot and nudged him, getting his attention instantly. Prongs threw his head back, indicating they needed to go into the forest now. The three Animagi led Moony out of the Whomping Willow, making their way into the Forbidden Forest.

They didn't stop for ages, getting as deep as they could, like usual. With their animal senses, they were able to smell their way back so they could go as deep into the forest as they wanted. Once finding a suitable clearing, one they had hidden in many times before, Padfoot pounced on Moony playfully. As the two of them wrestled on the floor, barking and growling and licking and nipping, Prongs galloped around the surrounding area, watching for any sign of life. Every hour or so, Prongs would lead the group to a new section of the forest to keep Moony amused and distracted.

Towards the end of the night, they secured a place further away from the castle so Remus' change wouldn't disturb any light sleepers. Wormtail and Prongs settled down just outside of the clearing, catching up on some sleep while Padfoot continued to distract Moony. He was enjoying himself so much that he barely noticed the two of them had dozed off. Being in his dog form allowed him to become a true kid again, wrestling and playing chase. For those few small hours, he was allowed the childhood that had been forbidden at home.

But, too soon, the moon bade goodbye and the sun started to rise, and Padfoot knew the change was inevitably going to take place soon. Moony froze beneath him in the middle of a wrestling match and he knew it was time so he scampered away, to Prongs and Wormtail, nudging them awake. Moony began howling, whimpering and growling in pain as the change began. Padfoot whimpered at the noise and looked away, burying his head in Prongs' shoulder. The stag, too, turned his head away, bending his head in the opposite direction until it rested against the back of Padfoot's. As the howls turned into human screams, Padfoot ran out to the clearing, watching with watery eyes as the transformation finished and Remus sat there, naked, crying and bleeding. Padfoot bounded forward, nuzzling Remus' cheek. Remus put his arms around him and, like always, murmured a quiet "Thank you" into his ear.

Another full moon was over.