This is the translation of my own Story. I hope to revive some of my other stories with starting to at least translate this one namely "The Headmaster" that was the one I started writing fan fiction with and is the only one to date not finished. This story has been posted in German under the Name "Der Kreis". So if I loose the energy to translate later you can read it anyway (well if you know German). I do have the start to the sequel of this one on paper, but not more then a few chapters. I dunno, I hope inspiration will come back to me as I go.
Prologue – The Ritual
In a room lighted by candles stood five cloaked figures. The sun outside was nearly gone and on the horizon one could just make out the first silvery tinkle of the coming full moon.
In the middle of the room stood a goblet filled with clear water. The candles seemed to be laid out in a special order.
One of the five compared their pattern with a drawing in an ancient book.
The man, who put the book aside shortly after, was still very young. Only about twenty years of age. He was tall, had black spiky hair and ice-gray eyes. Sirius Black was very popular with the girls. He was handsome, heir of a rich and famous family, charming and he had a slightly mysterious air around him. But at the moment he had other things on his mind. His best friends were here with him tonight. One of them had only little time left. And all of their lives were in his hands.
"We should be starting," he said into the silence.
Another young man, pale and shaking, looked out of the window with fear.
"Do you really want to do this? It is still time for you to go."
Remus was hardly able to stand straight anymore. His usually brown eyes had started to turn dangerously yellow.
"We will try," said James, the third tall man in the room, confidently. James had round glasses on his nose and his short hair stood stubbornly in all directions.
His wife Lily was standing next to him and she gave Remus a genuine smile. "We came this far, nobody will back out now."
This just seemed to occur the last of the five. Peter was short, rather fat and seemed to be destined to become prematurely bald. The thought, not to be able to stop with what they were about to do made him shrink even further. But none of the others realized his doubt.
They all watched Sirius approach the goblet. The others followed more or less hesitant. They had claimed their positions for the Ritual they were about to perform.
"You all know what to say? Remember it has to be said loud and clear and don't get mixed up."
His friends nodded in concentration.
Sirius stepped out of the circle that they had formed, even closer to the goblet. From a leather holster beneath his cloak he took a small dagger and made a cut in the palm of his hand. It hardly even hurt. Sirius was used to worse injuries. He made sure on how much of his blood was falling into the goblet. When he had counted seven drops he withdrew his hand. The water was clear as if the blood never touched its surface.
"In this night I give myself into the hands of fate. I will guard the circle with my life. The secrets of the circle are ours and only the circle can decide to reveal them. A family for Remus."
The water inside the goblet seemed to glow brightly for a moment when Sirius finished talking. Then he stepped back into the circle and handed the dagger to James with a gesture they had practiced a thousand times.
Without hesitation he stepped forward and let the same amount of his own blood fall into the water.
"In this night I give myself into the hands of fate. I will guard the circle with my life. The secrets of the circle are ours and only the circle can decide to speak them. Friendship for Remus."
With exactly the same movement Sirius had used he handed the dagger over to Peter after he had rejoined the circle.
Peter was calmer as they had expected. Now that it counted, he was ready. He vowed as well:
"In this night I give myself into the hands of fate. I will guard the circle with my life. The secrets of the circle are ours and only the circle can decide to tell them. Trust for Remus."
Every new vow seemed to make the glow of the water brighter.
Lily was next. The woman with the red hair copied her husband and his friends:
"In this night I give myself into the hands of fate. I will guard the circle with my life. The secrets of the circle are ours and only the circle can decide to share them. A life for Remus."
She handed the dagger to Remus. His eyes were completely yellow by now and he nearly missed out because of the fight he had to endure to remain in his human body. When his blood touched the water it glowed vivid red.
"In this night I give myself into the hands of fate. I will guard the circle with my life. The secrets of the circle are ours and only the circle can decide to show them. A pack for the wolf."
Remus stepped back. The dagger fell loudly on the stone floor. He still managed to hold the wolf inside though the moon had nearly risen from behind the mountains.
Sirius took the goblet and drank, James followed. Peter was next and then Lily. Remus had to be held up by Sirius and James so Lily could give him his share.
The Ritual was over.
Now it was time to wait what happened.
They all knew their friend would now turn into a fierce werewolf. The three men had witnessed this quite often, in their animagus forms. Lily saw it for the first time.
She hoped that it would be all right. Prayed for James and his friends, Remus whose life was in such danger and for hers and James unborn child that Remus didn't know of yet.
His usually sharp senses had fooled him lately. His body couldn't cope anymore with the monthly transformations. He was a werewolf for too long. His life was over. This ritual was a last attempt to help him. In theory it was supposed to give the wolf a human pack and Remus strength and a longer life.
Sirius, who had grown up with the Dark Arts because of his family, had come across this ancient ritual and had carefully redesigned it for their purpose.
Nobody could possibly know beforehand if it worked, but they were soon to find out…