He had alot on his mind. His world had been tossed on its ear in the past three months. He had lost his mom. Lived alone barely able to find food to eat. Returned to school fell in love. His friends joined him on the moon. Then...this new stuff with his wolf when he was around Sirius.
It had been the icing on the cake.
He didn't remember coming this way and he honestly didn't realize he was looking up the hill toward the shreiking shack until he heard an upper classmen warning him not to go in there. There was a demon, or maybe it was a ghost in there. Either way it was evil and killed anyone stupid enough to come in.
He closed his eyes, if they only knew how right they were.
He ducked under the fence and started up the path to the shack hearing something about it was his funeral behind him.
He walked into the shack from an entrance he rarely used. The furnature was turned on ears, slashed and gnawed at.
He absently traced the deep grooves on the bed post where he must have gnawled at some point. He took a seat on the bed, and stared in silence around the room.
There was a mirror which had some how survived his carniage. He looked across the room and into the dusty and spiderweb stern glass.
"Will I ever be free of you, you Bastard?"
He asked his own reflection, the bitterness of his tone made it clear he already knew the answer
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