Howling At The Moon

Chapter 6

It has been a few weeks since Albus Dumbledore had came to visit him in his house and broke the news to him that he definitely was in fact a wizard. He didn't just need to hear it from his aunt and be skeptical, he had actual proof from an actual wizard like himself now. Phew!

He also was relieved to finally have answers to all his problems. Why he was feeling the way he was for these past several weeks and not telling anybody. He was a werewolf.

It actually all made sense, now he thought about it. At first it seemed ridiculous, but he's had time to think about it and come to terms with it. He's starting to accept it. He still feels self conscious and terrible. Not just physically but mentally. He's not human, he's a creature.

He definitely won't be telling his aunt and uncle. Despite how dangerous he feels, apparently he can only change into his animalistic state once a month and the school said they'd take precautions to make sure he was safe and healthy, which he gratefully appreciates.

He's also thankful for the fact that he'll be getting medicine to help calm him down. It'll take a while to work, of course. It's just like any other medicine that people take. It may taste gross, but it'll be worth it in the end, he knows it.

He's excited to be going to Hogwarts. He knows the Dursley's will put up a fight and try to lock him up, they won't want him going away and learning all sorts of nonsense. But they should be grateful. He'll be out of their way, plus they wouldn't have to worry about his monthly issues, if only they knew.

At least he'll be getting some proper support at Hogwarts. Here, he'll probably snap one day and... he doesn't want to think about it.

The potion that Dumbledore gave him actually worked, just a teensy bit, already. By now, he's usually all crabby and whiny, bent over and holding his tummy, getting frustrated because it's midday and he smells Dudley's lunch which is sausages, yet all he had was buttered bread.

He still feels pretty wound up but it definitely lessened all of it up. He still feels the beginning signs of anger twitch every now and then. He cracks his knuckles and takes deep breaths, gulping. The bags under his eyes are still prominent and his shirt sticks to his back.

A few days ago the Dursley's got mail and when Harry was in the middle of making Dudley lunch, aunt Petunia yelled at him to get it.

"But I'm cooking, get it yourself!" He yelled back grumpily.

"Dudley, poke him with the stick, will you?" Dudley suddenly grabbed his Smeltings stick and jabbed it right into his ribs making him squirm and glare. Ungrateful peasant.

He sighed and went to fetch the mail. It was just aunt Petunia's usual Avon rubbish, but alongside it was something else. It was a letter with something inside it and it was rattling.

It also had his name on the front.

Mr H. Potter

Cupboard Under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Harry's eyebrows rose and he quickly ran back to his cupboard, throwing the item inside, careful as to not break it, then went to aunt Petunia and threw her the Avon nonsense.

He continued making Dudley's lunch for him then went back to the cupboard to see what his mystery surprise was. He opened the package up and three vials were inside, they looked awfully familiar. It was the Wolfsbane Potion.

Dumbledore must have arranged this for him. He knew he'd need them soon and so he's supplied him enough for a few days so he doesn't go all freaky again. That's very nice of him, he supposes.