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[His plan hadn't really worked as well as he had hoped, the day before. But he had made an effort, which was what really counted.
When the afternoon had started turning into night, he was adamant to his friends that they should stay and help the other people in the mansion, they were the only ones who could help.
He tried not too scream too loudly when he transformed. He just hoped that people wouldn't find him. It was undeniably bad. It always was, even when his friends were there with him. But it was worse without them, and he knew it.
He was so incredibly exhausted in the morning, but he forced himself to get up. He had to make sure everyone was alright.
As he got up, his journal fell out of his pocket, and the video post turned on.]
[Video Post]
[There was a rustling behind him, again. He was not ready for this. He drew his wand, and stood, trying to be strong.
It didn't help that he was bleeding and bruised, and not at all in a good mental state. But he needed to be, for Sirius, James, Peter, Lily and Harry and everyone else he'd met so far. He couldn't let them be killed.
The dementor came towards him, and he felt intensely cold. Memories of Hogwarts and his friends pushed so far out of his mind, he could only recall being bitten, transforming, his parents sad smiles as they tried to reassure him life would be okay even though there was no known cure.
He had been drifting in and out of consciousness, trying to focus on anything other than the bite mark on his shoulder. He had been so small, and it so big comparatively. She'd rubbed his head soothingly but her eyes were red and close to tears, she, too, was avoiding looking at it. They had thought he wasn't awake when they started accusing each other. Quiet voices that crescendoed into yells. "If you hadn't gotten messed in with those people! It should have been you. You've ruined his life." And in return, "If you'd just paid attention to him that night, he wouldn't have gone wandering around. What did you expect me to do? You want to live your fairy-tale dream in the countryside. Well it costs money we don't have. I was just trying to make your life better."
"A lot better it is now."
Remus backed up against a tree, and his wand dropped from his hand.]
Not now.
[The dementor advanced.
Panic. He knew Sirius and James had been quiet and edgy lately, and they stood before him afraid to ask something, biting their lips. They knew, and they'd never want to be around him. He shouldn't be at that school, he shouldn't be around people.
Remus sank down, and pulled his knees close to him. It hurt so bad. Everything, his body from the night before, and he was so intensely cold, so intensely alone.
"You're a werewolf." Severus Snape. Somehow he knew. Pieces of the story from Peter and Sirius and James. Sirius had betrayed him, had pulled a stupid stunt and could have gotten Snape killed, or turned into a werewolf, or...He had been so angry at Sirius for so long because of it.
The dementor came close, and the feeling worsened. He knew what was happening. The Dementor's Kiss.]
I have...people to protect.
[His voice was so weak it shocked him.
The werewolf, running through the forest. Remus had been playing with a ball in the back, and it had rolled towards the forest. Eleven and adventurous. His parents had always told him to be careful, and not go alone, but he was eleven. He was practically an adult. And he wasn't going that far, the ball was just right there.
He walked in without fear, to grab the ball. The trees moved. But it was just a squirrel or a rabbit, or something. Except that it wasn't.
He picked up the ball. It was bright red. He could remember the texture in his hands.
Then the snarl. He stopped, like a deer in headlights and saw him. A terrible, large creature. A creature he'd become, now, just as terrible and large. But this one was gray, lust for blood heavy in it's yellow eyes.
He heard the ball pop, before he realized the thing was attacking him. It's claws had pierced the rubber of the ball, it fell from his hands to the ground. He couldn't move, paralyzed by fear. He felt like his heart had stopped, and then the horrible, antagonizing pain of the werewolf's teeth in his shoulder, and he screamed as it shot through his entire body. The werewolf pulled away just before he'd all but killed the small child, and ran off, as Remus' parents came to find their child, bloody and fainted on the ground.
He blacked out. The rest, as they say, is silence.]
When the afternoon had started turning into night, he was adamant to his friends that they should stay and help the other people in the mansion, they were the only ones who could help.
He tried not too scream too loudly when he transformed. He just hoped that people wouldn't find him. It was undeniably bad. It always was, even when his friends were there with him. But it was worse without them, and he knew it.
He was so incredibly exhausted in the morning, but he forced himself to get up. He had to make sure everyone was alright.
As he got up, his journal fell out of his pocket, and the video post turned on.]
[Video Post]
[There was a rustling behind him, again. He was not ready for this. He drew his wand, and stood, trying to be strong.
It didn't help that he was bleeding and bruised, and not at all in a good mental state. But he needed to be, for Sirius, James, Peter, Lily and Harry and everyone else he'd met so far. He couldn't let them be killed.
The dementor came towards him, and he felt intensely cold. Memories of Hogwarts and his friends pushed so far out of his mind, he could only recall being bitten, transforming, his parents sad smiles as they tried to reassure him life would be okay even though there was no known cure.
He had been drifting in and out of consciousness, trying to focus on anything other than the bite mark on his shoulder. He had been so small, and it so big comparatively. She'd rubbed his head soothingly but her eyes were red and close to tears, she, too, was avoiding looking at it. They had thought he wasn't awake when they started accusing each other. Quiet voices that crescendoed into yells. "If you hadn't gotten messed in with those people! It should have been you. You've ruined his life." And in return, "If you'd just paid attention to him that night, he wouldn't have gone wandering around. What did you expect me to do? You want to live your fairy-tale dream in the countryside. Well it costs money we don't have. I was just trying to make your life better."
"A lot better it is now."
Remus backed up against a tree, and his wand dropped from his hand.]
Not now.
[The dementor advanced.
Panic. He knew Sirius and James had been quiet and edgy lately, and they stood before him afraid to ask something, biting their lips. They knew, and they'd never want to be around him. He shouldn't be at that school, he shouldn't be around people.
Remus sank down, and pulled his knees close to him. It hurt so bad. Everything, his body from the night before, and he was so intensely cold, so intensely alone.
"You're a werewolf." Severus Snape. Somehow he knew. Pieces of the story from Peter and Sirius and James. Sirius had betrayed him, had pulled a stupid stunt and could have gotten Snape killed, or turned into a werewolf, or...He had been so angry at Sirius for so long because of it.
The dementor came close, and the feeling worsened. He knew what was happening. The Dementor's Kiss.]
I have...people to protect.
[His voice was so weak it shocked him.
The werewolf, running through the forest. Remus had been playing with a ball in the back, and it had rolled towards the forest. Eleven and adventurous. His parents had always told him to be careful, and not go alone, but he was eleven. He was practically an adult. And he wasn't going that far, the ball was just right there.
He walked in without fear, to grab the ball. The trees moved. But it was just a squirrel or a rabbit, or something. Except that it wasn't.
He picked up the ball. It was bright red. He could remember the texture in his hands.
Then the snarl. He stopped, like a deer in headlights and saw him. A terrible, large creature. A creature he'd become, now, just as terrible and large. But this one was gray, lust for blood heavy in it's yellow eyes.
He heard the ball pop, before he realized the thing was attacking him. It's claws had pierced the rubber of the ball, it fell from his hands to the ground. He couldn't move, paralyzed by fear. He felt like his heart had stopped, and then the horrible, antagonizing pain of the werewolf's teeth in his shoulder, and he screamed as it shot through his entire body. The werewolf pulled away just before he'd all but killed the small child, and ran off, as Remus' parents came to find their child, bloody and fainted on the ground.
He blacked out. The rest, as they say, is silence.]