Red Moon

Chapter 1- A Dark Prision...

 The basement was cold but it did not bother its occupants for they were no longer human. The basement was wet and if it wasn't for its occupants being non-human, they probably would have all died a very long time ago. The basement was originally a wine cellar and many of the occupants could still smell the liquor. Now it was a prison. The large open floor plan was fit with eight cells and each held an occupant. The bars of the cells were at first strange to the occupants since they were made out of silver. Then one frightful night everything made sense.

            The occupants were a group of the most unlikely of people. In the first cell was a brown haired boy with cracked glasses and bright green eyes that stared through them. He was covered in only a pair of torn sweats and the sweat from his body which was adjusting to its new form.

 In the cell next to the brown haired boy was a girl who once had beautiful brown hair which was now a bushy mess like in her younger years. Her eyes were closed with tears and she was screaming on the ground as her bones broke and re-mended to her new form. She wore a long t-shirt that had once belonged to the lord of the house's son.

 The cell next to the brunette held the lord of the house's son. His blonde hair was tipped red with blood that was on the floor where he was torture in his very own house. His grey eyes watered as waves of pain rushed over him. He gripped the bars that separated him and the brunette and clutched it with all his strength. He was surprised when it did not break. He and the curly brunette became fast friends an unlikely truce.

 The cell across from him held his best friend, a small girl. Her hair had gotten longer from her school days and her bright emerald green eyes were watering with pain. She gasped and screamed every time she felt her bones shatter.

 In the cell across from the first boy was a red headed boy with bright blue eyes and his hair was slightly shaved off at different points, because of torture. He wore a pair of black shorts and he too sweat because of the change.

 The cell next to his was his sister. She was curled up into a ball trying to fight away the pain. Her mind called out to her boyfriend to take the pain away. She also wore a t-shirt that once belonged to the lord of the house's son.

 In the cell next to hers were two red head twins, the brothers of the girl and other boy. They curled up next to each other and there tears mingled as they each felt the other's bones crush.

 The cell next to theirs held a bleached blonde headed girl who was nestled in the corner of her cell and she too screamed. She never remembered why she was there in the first place.

 And when the pain stopped, they each opened their eyes. Then the pain came back but this time it occurred in their minds and it felt like they had a major ice cream headache. Slowly, the pain faded and they could hear each other. The brunette and blonde looked at each other and their eyes widened at what they saw.

 They had been turned into their worst nightmare. Fenrir Greyback was happy when the Dark Lord said he could have them but they trembled with fear. If it wasn't for the bars, they would have been clustered together as they fought the waves of pain even if two of them were the other's worst enemies. But after this night, they would not be enemies but friends and mates. That night they became a weapon against Lord Voldemort. They became a werewolf pack.