Broken in a Heartbeat- A Marauders era story (temporarily discontinued)

Chapter four

AN: I don't own Harry Potter or its original characters or plots. Thx Boo :);)

Full moons are bittersweet in my opinion. I mean, there are beautiful, yet being so much pain. That's my boat right now.

Recap. So I was looking out at the window when I saw two figures walking down to the infamous whomping willow. It was known to hit anything that gets near it. So boy was I surprised when one of the figures levitated a stick and hit a part of the trunk.

Ya know that part of you that decides the stupid stuff. Yea that voice told me to follow them. So currently I'm walking outside with my wand ready.

When I got to the Whomping willow I hid in the shadows as someone came out. Poppy or Nurse Pomfrey. Who did she go with?

When she walked back and was a safe distance away, I used my want to levitate a stick to hit this not on the tree.

That voice in my head arguing with the Gryffindor voice was telling me to 'LEAVE LEAVE BEEBEEB!!!! DANGER DANGER EHH EHHH!!!!' I of course ignored this voice.

Surprisingly all the branches stopped moving and I could see a tunnel. I don't know why I'm doing this but I walked down and followed the tunnel.

I walked for about ten minutes before i came to a trap door. When opening I saw was horrible. There were scratch marks all over what looked like a...living room?

Wait... creepy old wooden house. Like ten or twenty minutes away. I'm in the shrieking shack. Shit shit shit shit.

I heard a blood curdling scream, which caused me to forget my fear and sprint up stairs and into a room. There sat Remus John fucking lupin, arching over in agony as his fingers, toes, nose and entire body pretty much elongated.

His screams slowly eased into a howl. And there, in-front of me. Was a full werewolf. Just my fucking luck huh?

Remus the wolf whimpered a bit before sniffing, his yellow eyes zipped towards me. He growled and stalked towards me. My eyes widened and I slowly backed away.

Wrong decision. Remus the wolf walked toward me in a slow pace, almost calculating what to do next. I did the worst thing ever in this situation. I ran. This obviously pissed off Remus the wolfie boy.

I ran down the stairs when a weight tackled me. Claws ripped my back. Then the worst thing ever happened.

Do you know what happens when a werewolf bites your shoulder? Yes good job, you become a werewolf. Here's your virtual cookie.

I rolled over and hopped up when the werewolf was distracted. But of course it wasnt. Wolfie mc wolfie called my face. The loss of blood and lack of sleep caused me to stumble a bit.

This was how my night was. I managed to kick the werewolf a bit and make him go into the room again, but I still lost a crap ton of blood.

When howls turned to screams and the sun was up, I was at the top of the stairs, and somehow fell down, hearing cracks in one of my arms and a leg.

The last thing I remember was a door opening and what sounded like a strangled cat.

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Bright white light...oh Merlin's beard I'm dead. Wait. If I'm dead why does it hurt so fricken bad. It stung really bad on my face, shoulder, and chest. My right leg and left arm arm where numb in what feels like a cast.

I heard muffled voice slowly come into perspective. I heard what sounded like someone crying, someone arguing, and someone else's voice I can't place. Like I know it, but can't place.