Friday, February 14 - 5:00 pm
Liam stood in line,
trying to remain calm and collected. He could feel sweat starting to bead up
on his face in spite of the fact that there was no place in England
that seemed properly warm to him. He hoped it wouldn’t give him away. He’d
never done anything illegal before—well, at least nothing that had broken
international law, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And if
Oliver could get away with a stunt like this, then so could he!
His grip tightened on the
passport in his hand. He had paid a pretty penny for it, but if this worked
then it would be worth it. He didn’t want to spend another minute in England.
He desperately wanted to see his family…and hope that maybe, just maybe there
was a cure waiting for him. His mother said she would visit an aboriginal
witch to see if they had any suggestion. There were no werewolves in Australia.
This meant one of two things to Liam. There could be a cure that is being kept
secret, or that there is no cure and Australia had just been fortunate to never have a werewolf
cross its borders.
Or maybe, they all get
… hunted ….
The line was advancing
forward; it was very nearly Liam’s turn. He took in a deep breath and readied
himself for the lies he needed to tell. Just lie doggo. At this
point, he didn’t care how many laws he had to break. He had done everything
the Ministry had asked of him, gone like a circus animal through every stupid
hoop they had held up for him. And since none of it was any sodding use it was
only fair for them to let him go home to his rellies. That blasted family they
had assigned him to was of no help to him. And now that stodgy old drip
thought he could be of help. Liam laughed at the idea. As if an old man
could ever know what I’m going through.
He had reached the front
of the line. The official asked for his passport. Liam handed it over as
nonchalantly as he could.
“Where are you Portkeying
I’m going home.” Liam smiled at the man, hoping that would untie the knots in
“This is a new passport?”
“Yes, it is.” The knots
“This has been issued
since you arrived here in England?”
“What happened to your
“I lost it.”
“I don’t see the
Ministry’s notes on that. All this says is that it’s new.”
“They told me it was all
in order,” he said. Think! THINK!!
The man turned to the
other, more severe looking official standing behind him. “Take at look at
this, will you? This man lost his passport and the Ministry assigned him a new
one without notating the original pass number. Have you ever known this to
The second official said,
quite sternly, “No. Never.”
Liam glanced down the
corridor for a quick way out. He might need to make a run for it, for the
second official was now examining the passport very closely. His eyes darted
from the pass to Liam’s face, all the while frowning.
The official met Liam’s
eyes and said, “Come with me, sir.”
“What’s the matter?” Liam
asked, trying to sound surprised.
“We need to resolve this
passport matter, sir; please come with me.”
“If there is a problem, I
think you should tell me now.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I
think it would be best if we discussed this in private.”
The man clamped a hand
around Liam’s upper arm and began to pull him towards a back room. Panic rose
in Liam’s chest. His new-found danger instinct flared and he yanked his arm
away from the official, darting off in the opposite direction.
“Stop him!” the man yelled
Speed was something Liam
had had even before he was bitten. Now, with the extra strength the wolf gave
him, he was very nearly impossible to catch. He would have managed to get away
had the official not closed the gate at the end of the corridor. It slammed
shut just as Liam reached it. His body crashed into the silver bars and he
fell backwards onto the floor. The sound of footsteps fast approaching alerted
Liam that guards were coming up behind him. He quickly got back on his feet and
pulled at the bars holding him captive only to screech in pain upon contact.
He looked down at his
red, slightly burnt hands. Silver…Bugger!
the guard shouted behind him. His body went rigid, as if he had been bound in
several places, and he fell over. His head hit the solid ground with a thud
and the world went black.
Saturday, February 15 – 11:00 am
His head ached as he
reached consciousness. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus but finding the
room much too dark to do so. There were sounds all around him – unfamiliar
sounds. And smells…
Where am I?
He was lying on the
ground in a heap. The pervasive chill that seemed to inhabit this entire
country made his body stiff, but he pushed himself up anyway. He felt like he
did after the transformation – aches in places he didn’t even know could ache.
But the full moon had been days ago. This pain came from being injured and
left to heal without proper medication or treatment.
His nose was assaulted by
a sharp, musky scent. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, as
his eyes adjusted to the dark and he got his first look at the room. Glancing
around, he could tell that he was in some sort of jail cell. There were two
yobbos in the cell with him, staring at him through the darkness with cold,
blank eyes. He immediately felt a shiver pass through him due to their
presence. Through the bars, he could see a few other cells, but it was too
dark to see if they held any prisoners. Liam slowly rose to his feet and
walked to the gated wall to get a better look around.
“I wouldn’t if I were
you,” warned one of his cellmates.
“Touch the bars.”
They were silver…just as
the other bars had been.
“What is this place?”
“The Lupus Claustrum,”
said the voice.
“It’s a prison for
werewolves who aren’t good little pups!” the second voice said mockingly.
Liam took a step away
from the two men. “So then, you are---everyone here…is a…”
“Werewolf. Yeah,” the
first man said. “What’s the matter? You got a problem saying werewolf?” the
man snarled at Liam.
Liam bit back a retort
with effort. He sensed keenly that these men could do him an injury, and
concluded that it would be quite unlikely that anyone might intervene on his
“We don’t get many new
pups in here on days like this,” said the second man. “The moon wasn’t full
“Yeah, what did you do to
land yourself in here?” asked the first man.
“Nothing. I just tried
to go home.”
documentation,” said a new but familiar voice out in the darkness of the hall.
Liam squinted, trying to
find the face that accompanied the voice. It was that old man the ghost
assigned him too! That Remus Lupin drip. And there was a gruff looking guard
“Why are you here?” Liam
“You’re under my
direction, Liam. When you make mistakes, I am notified about them. Sorry I
couldn’t get here sooner, but the next time you chose to break the law, take
the date into consideration.” Liam looked at him, bewildered. “Valentine’s
Day. It wasn’t on my agenda to spend the evening in a jail with you.” Lupin
stepped up to the bars, but didn’t touch them. “Not exactly what Mr. Williams
had in mind, I think.”
“Yeah, I thought with a
touch of color it could be quite livable.” Liam said sarcastically.
“I’m here to help you,
Liam. It would behoove you to behave yourself and not make jokes.”
“I don’t need your help!”
“Fine then. Stay here.
Just be advised that they don’t serve wolfsbane here. Enjoy your next full
moon without its aid.” Lupin turned to go.
Liam had only been
through three full moons, and with all of them he had taken the potion the
Crowdens had given him. Even though the potion didn’t make the transformation
less painful, supposedly it did dull the need to hunt. And besides, his
companions in his cell looked bruised and bloodied and quite dangerous. Going
without the potion in this place was not something Liam wanted to experience –
“Hold on,” he called to
Lupin, who stopped and turned to look at him. “Can you get me out of here?”
“It’s possible. But you
will have to agree to abide by all laws and the restrictions placed on your
movements. This means that you will not attempt to travel illegally. And
you’ll have to be more closely supervised.”
“I’m not moving in with
you, old man. I don’t fancy men!”
“Good, because I don’t
want you in my home. My wife and I don’t need the company.”
Liam was quiet for a
moment. Cheese and kisses? He probably bit her and won’t let her out of
his sight! “So what do I have to do?”
“I pulled in a few favors
and was able to get the Ministry to let you go. However, I gave them my word
that you would behave. So if you step out of line again, you will have more to
worry about than life in prison, for I will deal with you myself. Now, there
is a regular meeting for new wolves at the Registry once a week. You will
attend them. You will also report to a designated supplier for your potion
prior to the full moon. You will also stay in a supervised apartment until the
time for the trial arrives. And lastly, you will testify against your
Like how supervised? ”
“There are guards at the
entrance. And don’t plan on Apparating in and out. You’re license has been
Liam rolled his eyes and
let out a sigh of displeasure. “You’re full of it.”
“Or,” Lupin added,
“you’re more than welcome to stay here.”
“One jail is just as good
as another, to my mind,” said Liam.
“As you wish,” said
Lupin, turning to leave.
“Wait!” Liam said, as the
others behinds the bars began to laugh darkly. “You win, old man.”
“I thought you would
The guard opened the door
and allowed Liam to exit. Lupin thanked the guard and led Liam up some stone
steps and into the front room to the fireplace. Remus gave Liam Floo
directions, stepped into the fire, and vanished in a burst of flames.
Displeased with being ordered around, Liam made some choice comments about the
situation once he was alone. He calmed down and stepped into the Floo.
He was whisked away past
several fireplaces until he came to the one Lupin described. They were in the
lobby of a very dingy apartment building.
“This is your new home,
Liam,” Lupin said gesturing around the room. “You have apartment 204 B. The
witch at the front desk will have your key.”
“This place is a bit
iffy, isn’t it!” said Liam in disgust.
“You do have a permanent
room booked at the fine accommodations we just left. Not very many places will
allow a werewolf with a criminal record to stay with them.”
“Hang on, mate, criminal
record?” Liam protested.
“Did I or did I not just
bail you out of prison?”
Liam only sighed in
frustration. “Well then, why did you tell them I’m a werewolf?”
“I had no choice but to
“Oh, that’s just
marvelous! Why don’t I just wear a little sign that says ‘Caution! Dangerous
Beast’ on my chest?”
“That is, in effect, what
the Ministry would like all of us to wear. Every time a wolf breaks the
regulations, they bring the Ministry that much closer to requiring exactly such
a sign. Liam, the hard fact is that no matter how hard you try to keep your
condition a secret, people will find out about it eventually. And it’s also a
fact that nearly everyone that finds out about you will be terrified of you. I
advise you to get used to the idea as soon as possible.”
“Why don’t you just tell
me in plain English that my life is ruined!”
“I never said that. Your
life is altered and will be difficult, and that is completely unfair and
undeserved. But that can be said of a host of incurable diseases. People
manage to have fulfilling lives despite those things. Your life will be hard,
but it isn’t ruined.”
headed towards the oversized witch at the front desk, grumbling as he went.