Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery

Chapter 96 ~ Remus’ Transformation

Remus woke with Isadora’s dress wrapped around his head. He pulled it off and sat up on the side of his bed, holding his head, which was pounding. It was the day of transformation and he always felt a bit ill. He could smell his own altered scent now, musky and wolfish. His mind turned to Isadora and he whined. But despite his lust for her, he had to leave. He threw his robe over his naked body and fastened it. He stuffed Isadora’s dress in his pocket, along with his bottle of wolfsbane potion, warded his room securely then disapparated for the country.

It was still very early when he arrived at Rubin’s farm. Remus entered the barn to find the farmer there, adding fresh hay to the enclosure. The farmer turned when he heard the door open. He looked at Remus speculatively.

“It’s on you now, isn’t it?” the farmer asked him.

Remus nodded.

“Well, you look a lot better than my son did on the day before the night of the full moon,” Rubin said, looking him over. “Your eyes are showing some of it, but Junior’s eyes were wild for the whole day, and he roamed the farm, chasing things, digging up my plants and being a general nuisance. Sometimes I’d have to stun him to get him in here before the moon rose. You seem able to get yourself locked up all right.”

Remus nodded again.

Rubin added the last of the fresh, sweet-smelling hay to the room and straightened. He looked at Remus.

“You look a bit peaked, son. You eat this morning?” he asked the wizard.

Remus shook his head. Rubin’s eyes swept over the werewolf again, and this time noticed his tented robes. He didn’t say anything. He figured the lust was on him too. Well, he didn’t have any witches on the farm, and he figured he himself was safe enough. By the size of the wizard’s erection, it was on him pretty good. No wonder he wasn’t talking. All the blood in his head had to be in his cock, and he probably couldn’t wrap his mind around forming words.

“Come on, let me feed you. It’s better to transform on a full stomach, otherwise the urge to hunt will hit you harder,” the farmer said knowledgably, walking past Remus and pushing the door open. The wizard followed him to the farmhouse and into the kitchen.

Rubin lit his stove with his wand, and slid a griddle over the burner as Remus sat down at the kitchen table, watching him quietly. He was glad for the company of the old farmer.

Rubin went into his cooler and took out a huge, bloody steak. Remus stiffened immediately as the delicious smell of blood hit his nostrils. Rubin glanced at him as he took the steak over to the sink and washed it off.

“It’s fresh,” he said. “Got my own slaughtering animals. Most of it is in the smokehouse, but I figured you’d like some fresh meat, so I saved this for you.”

“Thank you,” Remus said hoarsely, watching the farmer put the steak on a plate and season it lightly. Then he tossed it on the griddle and the smell of frying meat filled the kitchen. After about a minute and a half, Rubin flipped the steak and cooked it for another minute and a half, then slid it back on to the plate and carried it over to Remus and set it in front of him. Blood ran from it.

“I know how to cook a steak for a werewolf about to transform,” Rubin said, sitting down across from Remus. “I didn’t give you any utensils because I know you won’t use them. Go ahead and eat son. I’ve seen it all before.”

Remus looked at the farmer a moment. He didn’t like people to watch him eat when the full moon was approaching. But the steak smelled delicious…hot and rare, and he salivated, a whimper sounding from his throat. Rubin didn’t look at all surprised at the sound. Suddenly Remus grabbed the steak in both hands and started tearing at it hungrily, blood running down his chin.

Rubin nodded as he watched the wizard eat.

“If I was to come anywhere near you right now, son, you’d probably take my hand off or worse. Must be a hard thing to feel yourself turning into an animal and losing control,” the farmer said sympathetically. Then he rose and got several napkins, and sat back down across from Remus. He wasn’t about to try to hand them to the wizard while he was ripping into that steak.

Remus finished the steak and licked the blood from his hands and wrists, then the plate, his eyes turning on the farmer as he did so. Rubin slid the napkins across to Remus.

“Got some blood on your chin,” he said shortly. Remus finished cleaning the plate with his tongue, then wiped his chin, wadding up the used napkins and placing them on his plate.

Rubin smiled at him.

“You have better table manners than Junior did,” the farmer said, picking up the plate, taking it over to the sink, throwing the napkins in the trash and washing the plate. He deposited it in the rack. He turned to Remus.

“You’ve got a while before nightfall. Why don’t you roam about a bit? The farm is in interesting place to someone in your condition. Just stay away from the livestock. Those chickens can be tempting to chase,” the farmer said. “And they’re laying hens, not eating hens, so I want to keep them around.”

Remus nodded and stood up.

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Fezwig,” he said with an effort.

“Call me Rubin, son,” the farmer said kindly.

“Thank you, Rubin,” Remus said, turning and walking out the door. Rubin followed him as far as the porch.

“I’ll ring the cowbell at dusk to let you know it’s time. You can get distracted out here,” the farmer called after Remus, who turned and nodded at the farmer before walking off towards the woods.

“Nice boy. Too bad he’s a werewolf,” the farmer said to himself as he watched Remus’ robed figure get smaller and smaller. The wizard suddenly broke into a run and disappeared into the trees.

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Remus spent the day roaming and snuffling around the forest, startling small birds and animals. The sights and sounds of the woods served to take his mind off Isadora, and he started back for the farm as he felt the pull of the moon. He ran all the way back, barely breaking a sweat as he flew across the fields, robes billowing. He heard the cowbell ringing. Rubin was looking out for him.

The farmer watched Remus enter the barn and close the door behind him. The farmer then warded his house securely and went inside. Now would come the horrible part. Rubin cast a silencing spell. He didn’t want to hear it. It would remind him too much of Junior.

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Remus entered the barn and closed the door behind him. Triggered by the werewolf’s presence, the door to the bars swung open, and the wizard entered. The door shut tight and locked behind him. Remus took out the bottle of wolfsbane potion, then removed his robes and hung them between the bars. Naked, he opened the bottle of potion and drank it down, grimacing afterwards. Wolfsbane potion was nasty stuff. He put the empty bottle back in his robes pocket then walked over to the manacles. He noticed Rubin had put a chair and a bed inside the enclosure, as well as bucket of water and a couple of huge beef bones. The wizard was too kind.

Remus gathered the manacles then walked over to the chair, sat down and clasped them around his ankles and wrists. They magically adjusted to fit securely but not too tightly. He tested the strength of the chains. They were secure.

The wizard sat there tensely, waiting for the moon to rise and thinking about Isadora. It was nice to have her to think about. Normally all he thought about at this time was the pain that awaited him when he transformed. But he had her face set firmly in his mind when the tingling began. His body began to shudder as his blood begin to boil in his veins, and he screamed as fire shot through every part of his body, feeling as if he were cooking from the inside out. His eyes became black-veined as the werewolf blood took over, flowing through his capillaries. Remus continued screaming as his musculature realigned itself, and his knees painfully locked backward, snapping into place. His bones began to lengthen, stretching his flesh as another foot and a half was added to his already tall frame. Then the itching began as thick, brown fur sprouted from his pores.

The realigning of his facial structure began, the most painful part of his transformation. His jawbone was torn loose from the socket momentarily as it elongated into a muzzle, bones and teeth cracking, breaking, realigning then rejoining, the wizard screaming hoarsely until the scream became a long, loud howl that rang across the countryside.

Panting heavily, the werewolf looked around the enclosure and howled again in rage and pain, jerking at its restraints, then biting at them viciously, to no avail. The animal strode up to the bars and grabbed them, shaking them savagely, but they didn’t budge. Then it attempted to tear at the wood walls, but not a single mark appeared on them from its long, wicked claws. The creature raged for several minutes until the pain died away and it dropped panting into the chair. Then Remus’ mind slowly reasserted itself. He looked around the enclosure, and his yellow eyes fell on the beef bones. He scooped one up and crunched down on the huge bone, cracking it open easily, and lapped at the juicy, bloody marrow inside. Then he gnawed on the fat end of the bone for a while, then began to play with it, tossing it around the enclosure and rolling on it when it fell to the floor, tangling himself up in the chains for a moment.

Remus unraveled himself, took a drink of cold water from the bucket, then tipped over the bed, battering the frame around the enclosure for a while then tossing the bent frame into the far corner. He then shredded the mattress, ripping it satisfyingly with his jaws as he held it in place with his paws. After he demolished it, he rolled on that too, vaguely aware he was going to have to pay for all of this damage. Then he caught a whiff of Isadora and strode over to his robes. His first inclination was to rip the robes apart to find the source of the scent, but his mind overrode him. He needed these robes. So he held them up, snuffling until he located the pocket the crumpled dress was in. He stuck his muzzle in the pocket and pulled out the dress with his teeth and dropped it into his paws, sniffing and licking the fabric, his tail wagging and huge pink erection emerging as he smelled his mate.

Remus howled for Isadora and listened for a reply, his long ears twitching this way and that. There was no answering cry. He howled again and again, but there was no answer. He paced the cage and renewed his calling for Isadora. But the witch was far from him, and wouldn’t have understood his howls anyway. Finally, after about two hours of howling, he used his muzzle and paws to pile together the remains of the mattress into a comfortable mess, walked around it three times and lay down, Isadora’s dress draped over his nose.

The werewolf slept fitfully, scratching, whining, snarling and running in his sleep as he sought out a mate he couldn’t find.

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The following morning Rubin entered the barn to find a naked Remus asleep on a pile of what used to be the mattress. He surveyed the damage. The bed frame was a crumpled mess. Ah well, it looked like the boy had fun anyway. The door to the enclosure was open, having unlocked when Remus transformed back. The farmer looked at him closely. The wizard had what looked like a dress wrapped around his head. He inspected the enclosure again. Seemed like his werewolf form was housebroken as well. Well that was good.

“Remus. Wake up, son,” Rubin said to the sleeping wizard.

Remus’ bloodshot eyes opened and he sat up quickly, pulling the dress from his head, piling it in his lap and looking up at the farmer.

“It’s over son, at least for this month,” the farmer said to him gently.

Remus looked around the ruined enclosure. He remembered everything he’d done.

“Will pay,” Remus said hoarsely.

The transformation was over but he was still caught up in the animal urges. Already his mind was turning to Isadora as her scent wafted up from the dress.

“All right son, but I’ll leave the mattress stuffings. Seems you prefer sleeping on them rather than a bed anyway. Now get dressed and you can wash up and I’ll fix you something to eat before you head back.”

Rubin left the barn to give the wizard some privacy.

Remus stood up shakily, clutching Isadora’s dress. He picked up his robes off the floor and slipped them on. Already the wizard’s thoughts were focused on returning to the witch’s flat tonight in hopes of finding her there. He needed her. It had been too long.

The wizard pushed open the barn door and exited into the morning air. It smelled good. He stretched and stuffed Isadora’s dress into his pocket, then headed toward Rubin’s farmhouse.

Remus licked his lips. He could smell the steak cooking from here.

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A/N: Wow. I wrote this chapter pretty fast…even for me. It was interesting to write. I could just see Remus amusing himself in the enclosure, like lonely dogs find things to play with. I made him a bit more wolfish than JKR. In “POA” Remus was totally human acting up to the time the moon came out. This Remus feels his animal side constantly but for the most part keeps it under control…but becomes more wolf-like as the full moon approaches. Makes for interesting interaction though. <eg> Well, he plans on going back to Isadora’s tonight. Wonder what’s going to happen? We’ll see. Please review this chapter.

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Becoming Familiar with a Man of Misery
by Ruth Solomon

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