Disclaimer: I don’t own any
of JKR’s wonderful works for if I did I would be making lots of money and
living it up in my mansion somewhere in the UK. HOWEVER! The
plot is mine!
Summery: I wrote this
story for the Forbidden Forest Exploration
Mission 2003. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs take a trip out into the Forbidden Forest one full moon. The two canines
are separated from their pack leaving them to experience the sunrise alone and
still in the forest. Padfoot goes off to find help and the young werewolf is
left all by himself.
Author’s Note: I would like to thank Gwynne who
helped me cut down the story tremendously! The original version was over 2,000
words long. It’s not as good as the original, but I have high hopes for my
first story submitted to the Quill!
The silver wolf and Grim-like
dog were not always as they appeared that full moon night. Usually, they were
teenage boys; not exactly ones they would call normal, but teenaged boys
nonetheless. The wolf gazed up; the moon was completely blocked by the trees. My pack’s not complete—where are they?
Padfoot and Moony trudged
through the forest when both tensed—light shone in the east. Pain coursed
through the wolf’s body as he let out an agonizing howl. His legs buckled; he collapsed
to the ground. Moony’s howls echoed eerily through the forest before converting
into human screams. The wolf vanished; the boy’s mind and body regained their
rightful places, but the pain lingered.
Padfoot disappeared with a pop. Sirius Black knelt by Remus’ side and
shook his shoulder. “Stay awake! We’re not in the Shrieking Shack; we’ve got
to get there! C’mon!”
“Sirius?” Remus croaked. He
tried to recognize their location. “Sirius, where the hell are we?”
Sirius gestured to the trees.
“Somewhere in the Forbidden Forest….”
Remus tried to sit, but winced
and lay back down. “Please tell me you’re joking, Padfoot.”
Sirius gulped, stood, and looked
for any sign of their companions. “I wish I could. Damn it! Where the hell are
they?” Remus forced himself to sit. He pulled his knees up to his bare chest,
wincing with each breath. Remus shivered; Sirius quickly removed his cloak.
“You need this more than I do.”
all I need: Sirius getting sick. Why can’t I keep my wand when I transform?
“You’ll freeze to death without it.” Remus shook his head.
“Not before you do.” Sirius
threw the cloak at Remus. Remus looked from the cloak to Sirius’ resolute face.
Sighing, he shivered and pulled the cloak over his body.
“How did you and James separate?
I can’t remember.”
“Well, Prongs and Wormtail led;
Moony and I brought up the rear. Moony smelled something and took off. I tore
after him—they didn’t hear us. Sometimes I wish made more noise so James would hear me. You know how often Prongs
nearly trampled Moony and me?” The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched. He talks as if Moony and I aren’t one and the same.
Remus glared. “The only way I’m
getting back is by riding Prongs, so—go, Padfoot, fetch.” Sirius glared. “Go,
unless you want to explain why all four of us were in the Forbidden Forest.”
“That would mean leaving you
alone, unprotected, in the forest. Not a very wise idea, is it?”
Remus tried to chuckle but could
only cough. Sirius ran to his side; Remus raised his hand. “Stop, I’m all
right. I didn’t sort into Ravenclaw for a reason, Padfoot: the word of the wise
hardly appeals to me. Now—“ Remus extended his hand— “give me your wand so I
have some protection. You’ve got
Padfoot, I’ve got nothing.”
“You’re a stubborn git, you know
that?” Sirius handed over his wand. “If we find you’ve been eaten by a Griffin,
don’t haunt my grave. Haunt your
own—better still, haunt James’.” Sirius transformed with a pop and bounded off into the forest.
Remus sat silently, the rustling
of the leaves and the wind’s echo oddly comforting. I won’t be attacked—I still smell of werewolf. I’m safe—I’ll just rest
my eyes for a second… Remus held Sirius’ wand tightly as he nodded
into sleep. Just in case…
Something touched Remus’ face.
He opened his eyes—arrows? Centaurs?
He stayed immobile, clutching Sirius’ wand, listening.
“We do not kill young--”
“He’s a beast! An evil creature
that could devour us all—“
“Marcov is right. Do away with
the Were now. We foretell his
comings every moon.”
“We will never rest in peace
while this creature lives—“
“We cannot kill a foal!”
“He’s a beast, not a foal!”
“A beast that kills Centaurs!”
“An evil beast like the ones
working for the Dark Lord!”
“Kill him NOW!” Remus held the wand tightly and
inched backward. His only method of escape was to crawl through one of the
centaur’s legs, and he wasn’t keen on being trampled. A sharp arrow jabbed his
back; he cried out in pain. The half-humans turned toward him.
The largest centaur approached,
his arrow still pointing threateningly. “Speak your name.” Remus opened his
mouth, but seemed to have forgotten how to talk. “I said speak, werewolf!”
Remus winced. “Remus Lupin.”
“Remus Lupin.” The centaur put
down his weapons. “Your kind doesn’t belong here.”
The Centaur lifted him by the
cloak; Remus dangled from his hands, gasping for air. Nothing will happen. Right! Remus’ throat
began to tighten; air became scarce. He felt his body go numb. He struggled
weakly, but the Centaur’s hold on him seemed to strengthen.
Remus made one last futile gasp
for breath. His eyes closed as he neared unconsciousness.
Then he heard hooves
approaching. He recognized them instantly; he recognized the smell instantly.
“Prongs…” The Centaur dropped
him and turned toward the chestnut stag; Remus listened to the commotion. The
Centaurs yelled as they tried and failed to fight off the stag. Remus felt
something on his leg and smiled: Wormtail.
Prongs reared, thrashing his
front legs. The Centaurs backed up. They could not kill forest creatures; they
didn’t know Prongs’ true identity. Something wet and slobbery touched Remus’
He pushed the dog away. “Sirius…
Ge’ off me!!” Remus snapped. Padfoot backed down meekly and transformed. Two
more pops sounded; James and
Peter appeared by Remus’ side.
Remus stood, a closed
expression on his face. “Let’s get back to the castle.”
“Sorry,” Sirius began, “We
didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Remus took a deep breath.
“People don’t mean for lots of things to happen, but they do.” He looked at
James, who transformed with a pop.
The stag bowed down; Remus climbed onto his back. All four trotted off together
through the trees. Remus looked back and, in the distance, saw the outline of a
watching, waiting, Centaur.