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Who: Ron, Neville, Penny, Ginny and Luna
Where: It begins in a small strip of forested area in the Weald, southeast England
When: 23rd February 2002, very early morning
Status: Complete
The first thing Ron sensed as he pulled himself from the stupor that was the morning after an endless night under the spell of lycanthropy was the cold. It clung to his milk white skin and took up residence deep inside his bowels. Cold. So very, very cold. Like the first time he'd felt the chilling brush of a Dementor's hand against the air, freezing everything in its path.
Drawing his arms more tightly around him, he sat there, with his forehead pressed against his knees, naked as the day he was born and again attempted to sort through the mad jumble of feelings that came with this new life. He'd hoped to become more accustomed to the wolf after each transformation, but it was so incredibly difficult. He had no training, no one to guide him, only the snapping jaws of Greyback and his relentless pack as they pursued him over hill and dale.
But there is someone... several someones that could help, Ron's inner voice reminded him. All you have to do is swallow some of that pride and go home.
Home.
Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, leaving sticky trails in their wake as they mixed with the dirt and blood that he never seemed to completely rid himself of now.
If only he could.
Where: It begins in a small strip of forested area in the Weald, southeast England
When: 23rd February 2002, very early morning
Status: Complete
The first thing Ron sensed as he pulled himself from the stupor that was the morning after an endless night under the spell of lycanthropy was the cold. It clung to his milk white skin and took up residence deep inside his bowels. Cold. So very, very cold. Like the first time he'd felt the chilling brush of a Dementor's hand against the air, freezing everything in its path.
Drawing his arms more tightly around him, he sat there, with his forehead pressed against his knees, naked as the day he was born and again attempted to sort through the mad jumble of feelings that came with this new life. He'd hoped to become more accustomed to the wolf after each transformation, but it was so incredibly difficult. He had no training, no one to guide him, only the snapping jaws of Greyback and his relentless pack as they pursued him over hill and dale.
But there is someone... several someones that could help, Ron's inner voice reminded him. All you have to do is swallow some of that pride and go home.
Home.
Hot tears spilled down his cheeks, leaving sticky trails in their wake as they mixed with the dirt and blood that he never seemed to completely rid himself of now.
If only he could.