A Busy Year Full of Surprises

NOTES BEFORE THIS FANFICTION!

The birthdays of Lily, James, Peter and Sirius are made up by me.
This story is written after 'Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince,' and will therefore contain minimal spoilers for the book.
The rating of this piece is T/PG-13. Officially, it is a 13-year-old minimum public. Though, I cannot force anybody not to read this fic, so READ ON YOUR OWN RISK!
All rights belongs to JKR, except the story itself, and the characters I've made up, and the story itself.
Will contain slash - Male/Male relationship. But no sexual scenes in this fic.

Prologue

The seventeen-year-old boy (or man, actually) tiredly gripped his wand. He sighed; he did not like this, not at all. Oh, if he had not been so terrible clumsy as a child ... If he just had not been so inattentive then ... If he had seen the damned man and had hidden ... Very deep inside his head he knew that it was not his fault, but, as most people do, he needed somebody to blame, and in this case, the man found himself easiest to blame.

While he lifted his wand, he focused on the place where he was supposed to spend every painful night and with a funny noise he suddenly stood outside the hut. The hut's windows had been covered with boards. The place was nearly ramshackle; he had almost destroyed it during the last six years. He thought about the kind old man who had made this shack for him so he could go to the other place. He felt guilty about what he and his friends had done here, right under the old man's nose.

He smiled. It was strange; the old man hadn't suspected anything, especially since it had gone on for a couple of years. The werewolf smiled as he went inside the hut. He missed his friends. He sat down on a chair, waiting for the full moon. Whenever he had waited in the past, he had always stuck his nose in a book, but now, he did not. Instead, he checked the watch on his left wrist.

Twenty past eleven in the evening. He wondered why he hadn't taken it off. He knew that in his soon-to-be transformed state, he could easily destroy it. So, he laid it on the right corner of a table that hadn't been damaged as much as the other pieces of furniture. It now showed half past eleven. The werewolf sat down. It was going to be a long night. Something told him not to put the watch so irresponsibly on the table. He agreed; as a werewolf, he did not know what he did. He hated it. He did not even know when he hurt somebody.

Then, twenty minutes to midnight, he remembered that he had not bolted the door from the outside. He used to do that on the holidays when his friends were not with him. Then, they explored the village and the mountains, or whatever else came into their minds.

A quarter to twelve. The boy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He made a grimace. This could not be anybody's idea of 'fun'; if anything, it was the opposite. He also thought about his parents' - especially his mother's - faces when he left. They were full of compassion, which ached in the boy's heart.

If I hadn't been so incredibly stupid, he thought. If I just hadn't gone near that beast ... Here I am, waiting to be transformed ... Oh, I'm so clumsy! I don't like this at all. Please, anybody, help me!

The boy knew that these thoughts were not going to make anything better and realized there were ten minutes left. Well, his thoughts continued, I had better calm down. I'll be furious while transformed -I just remembered. It won't exactly be any less painful if I'm angry before I'm transfigured, you know.
So he did what his mind told him to do, and sat down and 'meditated', as he called it. He sat with his legs crossed and breathed in ... and out ... in ... out ... in ... and out ... in ...
He felt his body shake as a fluffy fur spread on his body. The transformation had just begun.

Author's Notes; This is the first 'long thing' I have written in English, but I've written three One-Shots in English, which are located on my fanfiction.net profile. Pen name: awn - Please, don't be to mean, but do review, please!

Thousands of thanks to my beta reader, Janis, for her help and time, and congratulations to Amanda on her fifteenth birthday that was on 24^th July. I know this is awfully late, but as you say in Sweden; Better late than never. By the way; Janis says that my readers will love the Prologue, and is it because the monologue, I can promise there will be a lot of such.