Memorys

In the next memory Remus was sitting on the floor in their small cupboard. Remus was trembling and Sirius thought he knew why. He could hear his mothers heart beat on the other side of the door. He could still smell a trace of magic, of his father around the house. All sights were clearer, he saw every particle of dust on the floor. Remus head was aching by all the noises, sights, and smells. He still hadn’t gotten used to it.

What is happening, why do I feel like this? Remus childish voice echoed desperately. His blood was burning and his heart beating so fast, like a ticking bomb. Sirius had always wondered what the transformations felt like and was quite intrigued. His curiosity was replaced by horror however when the transformation started. Remus had never felt such pain before not even when the wolf attacked. He screamed and he screamed. His blood was boiling him alive, every bone breaking and twisting. Breaking a few ribs was nothing to this. Nothing even to having rows of daggers sunk into your stomach. Sirius felt a rush of sympathy for Remus. Sirius realized now that he had never fully truly understood the pain of his transformations. A cry of the most indescribable agony was torn from him. He felt Remus spine elongate breaking his skin. Remus did not know who he was or where he was. He only knew it was pain beyond pain. Sirius could feel him trying in vain to fight the pain. Then rough claws was tugging on his mind. Sirius could feel the wolf enter leaving Remus a mere shadow. It seamed as though Remus had taken the wolfs place. Always there, lurking out of sight but not being in charge. The cub was starving. He was hungry and furious. The cub felt like he was in a cage. Cupboards were probably not the ideal place to keep a baby wolf. The memory ended there.