Inconstant Change-Part 4

Okay people! Thank you for reviewing, and I'm glad you like this! I just want to warn you that this is an angst story, and it may not have a happy ending. A few character deaths, too. This story is going by slow, because I already know how I am going to end it, but I hope you like it being long with all the details.

Fred pushed George out of the way a second before the wolf pounced, taking the hit. Fred's heart-wrenching scream blended in with the wolf's howl. George stood there looking down at his twin brother's body, laying unmoving in his own puddle of blood. George swiveled around, and ran out of the door, running as fast as he could away from the house, tears streaming down his face. The door was wide open, and the wolf had free rein. He raised his furry head, then howled at the moon, blood dripping down his muzzle.

George was numb, and he felt as if his heart had died along with his brother. Twins always had a special bond with each other, like knowing what the other was about to say. Magical twins had an even deeper bond. They were connected somehow. If one felt pain, the other one felt it too, except not as strong. They knew for a fact what the other one was thinking, and any emotion one was feeling could be felt by the other. That's why George felt so utterly lost. His gut felt as if he was permanently stuck in the wrenching feeling you have on a roller coaster. The pain radiated all throughout him, until he was left feeling numb. He knew that Fred was dead.

It was more than the physical pain, though. Fred had been his best friend, not just his brother. Fred would be the mastermind of their pranks, and would help George be bolder than he would have been normally. Fred had made him stand out in a crowd with him, and people noticed both of them, not just Fred. They were inseparable, and known for being popular, and good with the ladies. Now, George was lost, the quiet shy guy he truly was at heart. His throat hurt, and he felt as if he would drown in all of the tears he was shedding. The pain got to him, and he blacked out on the pavement, feeling like his life was already over.

The wolf stalked around the deserted street, trying to find new prey. The catch was over, and all it liked was the catch. What was the fun when the person didn't fight back or run? He smelled the scent of the other person along the street, but the scent was so like his last victim's scent that he ignored it.

Somewhere deep inside the wolf, it felt the stirrings of regret from it's human mind, but the wolf quickly suppressed it. A new scent wafted on the wind, making the wolf turn his shaggy head to a dark alley. He stalked forward, salivating for new blood. At the end of the alley, a hooded figure blocked his path. The wolf started forward with a growl, but the figure waved its hand, making the wolf collapse to the ground with a grunt. The familiar burning of transforming back into human form gripped the animal, as his amber eyes locked with cold black eyes. The full moon above flickered like a static television station, until a great shadow entirely covered the moon, making a new moon.

Remus awoke with a start, his whole body screaming in protest as he tried to sit up. He was on his side on a cold, hard stone floor. His shirt was missing, and his frayed blue jeans were ripped up to his knees. Dried blood was on the whole right side of his ribs, with some slightly fresher blood flecked in his graying-honey hair. All of his muscles ached with every slight movement, and he couldn't remember much about what happened before. All of his memories were hazy, and bits and pieces of it came rushing back to him in a jumbled mess.

He finally managed to sit up, finding out quickly that his hands were tied together behind his back. Looking around, his eyes adjusted to the dark, and he found that he was in a large dungeon-like room. Other bodies were lying around, some awake and others not moving. Some were like him, hands bound and dried blood covering them, while others weren't confined, and sleeping lazily.

Lupin tried to make his hazy mind concentrate, but before he could, light streamed in to the dark room. He was temporarily blinded by the force of the light, but after his eyes adjusted a few seconds later, he saw it was just torch-light.

Most of the other occupants stirred, as a dark hooded figure swept into the room. The whole air around him crinkled with electricity, and an involuntary shiver ran up Lupin's spine. Two other figures came in behind him, their outline silhouetted by the light coming in behind them.

The Dark Lord's eyes pierced in to him, as Severus Snape and Peter Pettigrew watched from behind their master.

I am sorry. Know that I LOVE the weasley twins; they are my favorite right after Lupin. It hurt to do it, but I had to. I tried to warn you. Please don't hate me. I wanted to explore it a bit. Oh, don't look at me like that! The angst made me cry, so please don't think I'm heartless or Twin-haters. And that's how I see George, because in the books, it is always said he said things "lightly".

Um...quick question that will influence this story. In the 3rd book, when Harry is looking at the picture of his parents' wedding, were Remus and Peter there, (besides Sirrus)?

I'm sorry it's just a little bit, but it's better than nothing, right? Don't worry-I have a plan, and I shouldn't keep you hanging for too long! Please tell me you like the angst, and don't hate me. I've already gotten enough flames in my young life!