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Andrea13 and Persephone_Kore's Fics > Moon and Stone > Chapter 01
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Title: Moon and Stone (Chapter 01)
Author Name: Andrea13 and Persephone_Kore
Owl the author: here.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, QTTA, FB. Written between Order of Phoenix and Half-Blood Prince.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Era: Multiple Eras
Main Character(s): None
Ship(s): None
Summary: Legends always have a basis in fact... but sometimes they change so much as to be unrecognizable. Return to the time of Hogwarts' Founding and discover the truth behind the Chamber of Secrets and the first werewolf at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: This is not a part of any of our other fic universes. Feedback is welcome.
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Cold.
The chill was the first thing that penetrated, and penetrated was the word for it; it seemed to have reached all the way into the marrow of his bones, and he ached.
Part of it was the transformation, of course, but... it wasn't always this bad... and those were usually sharp pains, and tearing muscle aches, and this seemed to run deeper yet. He seemed to have been unconscious. It wouldn't have been the first time he passed out, he supposed, but he didn't remember transforming back, and that worried him; he lay now with his cheek pressed against cold stone and sweat drying on his body and --
Stone. Stone, and icy metal lying over his body -- he slitted an eye open and closed it against the painful silvery glitter.
He'd been caught.
He wondered why they hadn't yet killed him.
"I wondered," a woman's voice said reflectively, "when you were going to wake."
Well. At least they were expecting him to. Probably to torture him before they killed him.
His thoughts were always so optimistic after a transformation. "Now you know," he rasped through a dry throat.
"So I do." She moved into his field of vision as he cautiously tried opening his eyes again.
A small woman, not that that meant anything, when this field of silver around him argued strongly for a witch's hand to be involved. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed, cheerful. He loathed her immediately. People like her could have a normal life, could stand there in clean robes with neat hair and fat cheeks that had never known a day's want.
