A Marauders First Year

Chapter 9- The Full Moon

A/N just to warn you guys, this is a long chapter. Enjoy!

The wolf was slowly walking through the forest, dragging its paws along the damp ground with every step it took, leaving light marks behind it. It's human-like eyes held a menacing glare as they surveyed the tightly knit trees that surrounded it; seeing nothing of interest, the wolf moved on. The scent from the foliage, mixed with the dampness and decay, danced through the air, tickling the wolfs nostrils. Little droplets of water, from the rain before, shone in the moonlight like little diamonds before dropping from the leaves of the trees and onto the ground below it. One droplet dropped onto the wolfs short snout causing the wolf to shake its head violently before howling in anger. The wolf was becoming more and more enraged every second. It couldn't find it. It couldn't find its scent. It couldn't find the scent of them... of humans.

A rustling in a bush behind caused the wolf to quickly turn around. Taking a deep breath through its nose the wolf finally found it, the scent it was looking for. The scent of humans. The wolfs mouth turned into a snarl and it bared its teeth, waiting for the human to reveal themselves.

Slowly and carefully a figure stepped out from the bush; it looked familiar but the wolf didn't know why. Slowly the wolf approach the figure, anticipating the taste of their blood and the feeling of their flesh. As the wolf came closer it began acknowledging the figures features.

The figure had a mop of messy black hair and warm hazel eyes that were behind circular glasses. A smile was plastered on their face and their expression was happy but soon, as the wolf proceeded to approach them, their face changed to one of fright. Before they could do anything the wolf pounced and sank its teeth into their tender flesh.

The wolf, feeling happy with themselves licked the blood that surrounded their lips and then proceeded to lick the blood of their victim. A sudden scent and noise stoped them. Out of the corner of its eye, the wolf saw a figure emerge from behind a tree, a look of shock and fear plastered on their face.

This figure had shoulder length black hair that fell neatly and light grey eyes. The figure opened their mouth in an attempt to say something but before he could, the wolf pounced on him and he, like the figure before him, dropped on the floor whilst the wolf licked their blood.

By this time a third figure had emerged and was standing a few feet away from the wolf. The wolf felt its mind go crazy. The scent of human blood was strong and it had never felt such an urge attack.

The third figure was quite chubby, unlike the first two who were well built, and had dark blonde hair. Instead of backing away from the wolf, they just dropped down onto their knees, a single tear rolling down their cheek.

Not even thinking about it the the wolf pounced and the forest floor, which before had been empty, apart from twigs and the forest natural waste, was now home to three bloody bodies and one satisfied wolf.

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Remus woke up with a start, images from his dream etched into his mind, yet he couldn't recognise the three dead figures. Looking at his alarm clock he realised it was only half past one in the morning and deciding that he needed enough energy for tomorrow he decided to go back to sleep.

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He was back in the forest again, surrounded by the three dead figures but this time he wasn't a wolf but he was himself; Remus.

Lying on the damp ground it finally dawned to Remus that the wolf hadn't been any random wolf. It had been him. And the people that had been murdered were murdered by him. Taking a shaky breath Remus sat up and looked around him at the figures that lay covered in blood.