Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 13:11:24 GMT -7
He had to get out. Archie had to get out of this place. His parents had been looking at him oddly since he came back from Hogwarts, before that really. Ever since they all found out he was a wizard. He just wished they could have been proud of him. Instead, he felt like an outcast in his own home.
These days, his parents tried to be out of the house just as much as him. They were home only to prepare a quick, late dinner then off to bed. Archie was to fill his time outside of school accordingly. They didn't speak much. They retreated when food was finished. Archie felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't take another month of this! He'd already been through five weeks of loneliness. He missed Hogwarts. He missed learning. He missed his friends. Fighting back the sting of tears, Archie crept out of the house for a later-than-usual wandering.
Archie wasn't worried. He'd walked these streets loads of times, especially lately. And no monsters had come to get him. This was muggle London. Monster's didn't exist here. Only in the Forbidden Forest. Archie wondered about all the monsters in the forest. He had heard that even werewolves lived in there! But he wasn't sure how true it was. Perhaps it was because he was thinking about monsters, but Archie heard movement in the woods along the road.
"Hello?" he called out tentatively. Silence. And then more rustling. Archie paused. It would be idiotic to go in there. But he wanted to know. What was making that noise? After all, father had always taught him to ask questions. It was the thought of his father that pushed Archie to go into the woods. A branch cracked under his foot as he stepped forward. Another step, and the road was out of sight. Archie couldn't see much. But then the trees parted and the light of the full moon lit up the small clearing.
Suddenly, something was on him. It had come out of nowhere and Archie felt immense pain in his left shoulder. He yelped, struggling. The pain ceased momentarily, but Archie felt the blood seeping out of the wound. He whirled around, searching for his attacker when it struck again. His left arm exploded with pain and Archie screamed. But he managed to get a good look at the beast with his jaws clamped around his collarbone.
"Who's in there?" called a voice from the edge of the wood. Someone had heard his scream! The beast scampered away, leaving Archie sobbing and bloodied in the clearing. Even in this state, it didn't take Archie long to put things together. As the neighbours carried his broken form out of the wood, Archie pieced together that he wouldn't be the same. Each full moon, he would feel the need to bite, to attack. His life had changed because he was a werewolf. The pain was still immense, but it was nothing compared to the knowledge that he would forever more live a cursed life.
30 days later
Oliver knew what was happening. He'd been feeling peaky since the start of term last week. He knew the full moon would be coming up, and he didn't know what would happen. He had to tell the headmistress who in turn told the matron. They would find him a safe place to transform. They would provide him with wolfsbane potion so he would be comfortable. He didn't have to worry. They'd dealt with this before.
But Oliver did worry. He didn't want to be this monster, even if he could keep his mind. He was ushered into his safe place at dusk, having taken the wolfsbane potion the days leading up to this.
The transformation was excruciating, possibly even worse than the initial bite. Oliver thought he would lose his mind at the pain. But it was over quickly enough. He looked around, his senses sharpened. He could smell everything, see everything and hear even more. He looked down at his paws. This was weird. Oliver looked around, padding about the room in which he was locked. The urge to bite tickled at the back of his throat. He wanted to taste blood. He opened his mouth to speak but realised in this form he couldn't make words. He didn't like this.
Oliver howled miserably, wishing this wouldn't be the rest of his life.
These days, his parents tried to be out of the house just as much as him. They were home only to prepare a quick, late dinner then off to bed. Archie was to fill his time outside of school accordingly. They didn't speak much. They retreated when food was finished. Archie felt like he was suffocating. He couldn't take another month of this! He'd already been through five weeks of loneliness. He missed Hogwarts. He missed learning. He missed his friends. Fighting back the sting of tears, Archie crept out of the house for a later-than-usual wandering.
Archie wasn't worried. He'd walked these streets loads of times, especially lately. And no monsters had come to get him. This was muggle London. Monster's didn't exist here. Only in the Forbidden Forest. Archie wondered about all the monsters in the forest. He had heard that even werewolves lived in there! But he wasn't sure how true it was. Perhaps it was because he was thinking about monsters, but Archie heard movement in the woods along the road.
"Hello?" he called out tentatively. Silence. And then more rustling. Archie paused. It would be idiotic to go in there. But he wanted to know. What was making that noise? After all, father had always taught him to ask questions. It was the thought of his father that pushed Archie to go into the woods. A branch cracked under his foot as he stepped forward. Another step, and the road was out of sight. Archie couldn't see much. But then the trees parted and the light of the full moon lit up the small clearing.
Suddenly, something was on him. It had come out of nowhere and Archie felt immense pain in his left shoulder. He yelped, struggling. The pain ceased momentarily, but Archie felt the blood seeping out of the wound. He whirled around, searching for his attacker when it struck again. His left arm exploded with pain and Archie screamed. But he managed to get a good look at the beast with his jaws clamped around his collarbone.
"Who's in there?" called a voice from the edge of the wood. Someone had heard his scream! The beast scampered away, leaving Archie sobbing and bloodied in the clearing. Even in this state, it didn't take Archie long to put things together. As the neighbours carried his broken form out of the wood, Archie pieced together that he wouldn't be the same. Each full moon, he would feel the need to bite, to attack. His life had changed because he was a werewolf. The pain was still immense, but it was nothing compared to the knowledge that he would forever more live a cursed life.
30 days later
Oliver knew what was happening. He'd been feeling peaky since the start of term last week. He knew the full moon would be coming up, and he didn't know what would happen. He had to tell the headmistress who in turn told the matron. They would find him a safe place to transform. They would provide him with wolfsbane potion so he would be comfortable. He didn't have to worry. They'd dealt with this before.
But Oliver did worry. He didn't want to be this monster, even if he could keep his mind. He was ushered into his safe place at dusk, having taken the wolfsbane potion the days leading up to this.
The transformation was excruciating, possibly even worse than the initial bite. Oliver thought he would lose his mind at the pain. But it was over quickly enough. He looked around, his senses sharpened. He could smell everything, see everything and hear even more. He looked down at his paws. This was weird. Oliver looked around, padding about the room in which he was locked. The urge to bite tickled at the back of his throat. He wanted to taste blood. He opened his mouth to speak but realised in this form he couldn't make words. He didn't like this.
Oliver howled miserably, wishing this wouldn't be the rest of his life.
