A/N: Chapter 3 is here! Sorry it took so long to post, I'll try to be
faster. Any ideas for the plot are welcome. More at the bottom. Enjoy!
CH3: The Painful Truth
As Harry entered the Great Hall the next morning and gratefully sank into the vacant chair next to Ron, his friends looked at him sadly.
"Are you sure you're ok Harry?"
"I'm just fine Ron, don't worry."
Classes continued much in their normal fashion, at least for the trio. Then one week before the full moon, Harry began to feel sick. It got steadily worse over the next few days, so Harry went to ask Remus about it.
"Ah yes, sorry I forgot to warn you about that. It's become so natural to me I hardly notice anymore."
"Does it get better?"
" It will get steadily worse as the full moon approaches. However, over time, the intensity does decrease."
"Will the transformation hurt?"
"Much as I wish I could say it's painless, it's not. Especially now, without the potion, it will be a painful process. You will scratch and bite yourself because there are no other humans to bite, and the bloodlust cannot be denied. We will spend the day afterward in the Hospital Wing, sleeping off the after effects. I will be there to help as much as I can."
"Thanks Professor"
As the full moon approached, Harry became more and more anxious. Finally, the night of the full moon, Remus caught him after the last class.
" We must go now, if we hope to reach the Shrieking Shack by moonrise"
Harry left his friends with a small wave, and followed Remus into the Whomping Willow. Once the reached the Shack, Harry felt the hair on his neck prickle. He could almost hear the stretching beginning in his bones and muscles. All at once, he doubled over from the pain of all his bones breaking and reshaping. He felt his mind become clouded with thoughts of blood. He must kill, draw blood. He scratched himself in his frenzy and didn't even feel the pain in his bloodthirsty longing for others to injure. Harry shivered as thick coarse hair grew on every inch of his body. His snout lengthened and his teeth became razor sharp fangs. His back arched and he bent over trying to ease the pulling in his joints and muscles. It was too late for much more. As the last shred of his mind was lost to the wolf, he smelled Remus suffering the same fate in his own corner of the shack.
A/N: Anyone wanna read these before I post and help me with the writing e- mail me. I haven't got much help in that department. Thanks to all my reviewers!
Mayleesa, Phoenix, saber202, Starlight, MaxCat2564, sev's-gurl, bill weasley, and lunis!
CH3: The Painful Truth
As Harry entered the Great Hall the next morning and gratefully sank into the vacant chair next to Ron, his friends looked at him sadly.
"Are you sure you're ok Harry?"
"I'm just fine Ron, don't worry."
Classes continued much in their normal fashion, at least for the trio. Then one week before the full moon, Harry began to feel sick. It got steadily worse over the next few days, so Harry went to ask Remus about it.
"Ah yes, sorry I forgot to warn you about that. It's become so natural to me I hardly notice anymore."
"Does it get better?"
" It will get steadily worse as the full moon approaches. However, over time, the intensity does decrease."
"Will the transformation hurt?"
"Much as I wish I could say it's painless, it's not. Especially now, without the potion, it will be a painful process. You will scratch and bite yourself because there are no other humans to bite, and the bloodlust cannot be denied. We will spend the day afterward in the Hospital Wing, sleeping off the after effects. I will be there to help as much as I can."
"Thanks Professor"
As the full moon approached, Harry became more and more anxious. Finally, the night of the full moon, Remus caught him after the last class.
" We must go now, if we hope to reach the Shrieking Shack by moonrise"
Harry left his friends with a small wave, and followed Remus into the Whomping Willow. Once the reached the Shack, Harry felt the hair on his neck prickle. He could almost hear the stretching beginning in his bones and muscles. All at once, he doubled over from the pain of all his bones breaking and reshaping. He felt his mind become clouded with thoughts of blood. He must kill, draw blood. He scratched himself in his frenzy and didn't even feel the pain in his bloodthirsty longing for others to injure. Harry shivered as thick coarse hair grew on every inch of his body. His snout lengthened and his teeth became razor sharp fangs. His back arched and he bent over trying to ease the pulling in his joints and muscles. It was too late for much more. As the last shred of his mind was lost to the wolf, he smelled Remus suffering the same fate in his own corner of the shack.
A/N: Anyone wanna read these before I post and help me with the writing e- mail me. I haven't got much help in that department. Thanks to all my reviewers!
Mayleesa, Phoenix, saber202, Starlight, MaxCat2564, sev's-gurl, bill weasley, and lunis!