Aria Black and the Prisoner of Azkaban *Re-Write*

Please Don't Eat My Godfather

I keep my focus on the people in front of me, but also the ones behind. Remus, Ron, and Pettigrew are having a hard time getting through the narrow tunnels. Snape is in a very uncomfortable position and I am enjoying every second of it. Black and Harry are talking about when they can move in together, and I don't even mind. He doesn't want to move in with me, fine. I'm happy living with Remus. He's my real dad anyway.

The air outside the tunnel is the perfect temperature, so cool and breezy. The night sky is cloudy but the perfect color blue. The clouds are fluffy and hopeful. I smile. Pettigrew is going to be punished. My life is going to get back on the right path. Things are going to work out now. I'm taking control.

Then the clouds shift. Through them, I can see a white full moon. Remus stops, and Snape crashes into him. No no no no no. I hear Hermione gasping in the back of my mind. I hear Black telling us to run. My eyes are focused on Remus. He's shaking vibrantly. He's getting bigger and bigger. More hair grows everywhere on him, especially his head. Remus has transformed into a werewolf.

Remus howls. Black morphs into that big dog I've bonded with, and runs at him. Black lures Remus away from Ron. I pull out my wand and think, is there any spell that can get him back or restrain him? No, he won't even recognize me. I have to get Harry, Hermione and Ron away from Remus. No, Pettigrew! I turn just in time to see him stun Ron and transform into his rat form.

I dive after Pettigrew, but miss him. He is a fast rat! He scurries away, but I bound after him. He goes through bushes and scampers under branches. Pettigrew is naturally swifter and faster as a small rat that I am as a human.

I manage to chase Pettigrew for a good twenty minutes before I lose him. When I do, I am knee-deep in the Forrest. The only question that remains is how to get out of there.

Then, a sound brings a chill to my very bone and sends shivers down my spine sounds. A distinct werewolf howl resonates between the trees. I whirl around. Remus's werewolf form stands about fifteen feet away from me.

Our eyes meet for a split second, long enough for me to identify Remus's eyes. The last time I saw him in werewolf form was when I was 9 years old. I had gone outside our cottage to grab the journal that I'd forgotten in the shed, and I was met with a fully grown werewolf. He always tries to distance his werewolf self from the house but things don't always work out like that. I managed to get to the house safely but I was traumatized.

Now, though, there is no house close enough for me to run to. It's like I'm nine years old again, small, afraid, and vulnerable.

Remus's werewolf form charges at me. I turn around and run as fast as I can. My heart is racing. I cannot even think with the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It pumps so hard that it hurts, but all I can think about is getting to safety.

I round the corner and trip over a branch. The werewolf is closing in on me. I try to crawl away, but he grabs my ankle and pulls it backward, scratching it with his claws. I scream in pain, hoping someone heard me. Remus looms over me threateningly, snapping his teeth. His werewolf breath smells like the grim reaper. If he transforms me, he'll never get over it. I close my eyes and bite my tongue. No one can come to my rescue in a matter of seconds, anyway.

No bite comes, though. I open my eyes. Eleazar is here, wrestling with Remus. He manages to smirk at me.

"This is not the time for an evening stroll." He tells me, speeding at Remus and knocking him down.