Chapter 3 - Remembrance and Realizations

                                    

                                          


                          
Hey! I'm back! I didn't fall off the face of the earth! I don't own anything you recognize - the ideas/characters of the Utvikor, Snylluvus, and pack member initiation are all mine (NO STEALING lol jk if ya wanna use it ya can.) I make no money off of this, despite the fact that I actually finally own something.  A/N at end of chapter.
                          


                          
"We don't really have much time, but I hope to cover as much material as I can. Therefore, prepare yourselves for an onslaught of note taking!" Remus exclaimed, smiling broadly, the wrinkles on his face almost hiding the scars from his younger years. There was a collective groan, and the Professor laughed. 
                          
"How about this. If I don't make you take notes, your test on this material will be a class debate on the likelihood of the existence of the Utvikor, which is one of the topics we will be discussing today." There was the sound of rustling parchment as the more invested students retrieved note-taking supplies. 
                          
Hermione muttered something about needing to go to the library after class, and Ron rolled his eyes. Harry resisted the urge to tell Hermione that it would be weeks before the debate because of the sheer quantity of material that had to be covered to give people an accurate depiction of werewolves and werewolf customs/culture as Professor Lupin began speaking. 
                          
"First, we will discuss the Snylluvi." The name sent a shudder down Harry's spine; he had encountered a Snylluvus during his fourth transformation, and the shadowy fire monster had left Harry burnt and blistered for weeks afterwards. Harry still had scars on his right ribs from where the fire had roasted his flesh down to the bone. 
                          
"A Snylluvus is a being made purely of shadow and fire. When desiring to be stealthy, they can quell their fire and slip anywhere undetected, even by a werewolf's sensitive senses. When they are in this darkened form, they have no scent and can not be heard. However, when their fire is active, they smell faintly of burning jasmine. This smell has a calming effect upon the victim, usually causing them to be unable to fight the Snylluvus until it is too late. The only being that can survive a Snylluvus attack – and this is pure myth and prophecy here – is the Utvikar." 
                          
At this point Harry shuddered unpleasantly, his side burning in memory of the pain. His nose seemed to pick up on a slight jasmine scent, and his forehead became slick with sweat as he began to hyperventilate, lost in the memories. He was vaguely aware of Lupin continuing to speak as he lost himself to the flashback.
                          
* The full moon shone down upon Harry's wolf like a cold, demented eye. Harry's snow-white fur stood on end – the feeling of being watched would not leave him, though he knew nobody was there; he would have sensed it if there was. Harry continued to pad through the forest, hackles raised. He would be glad for the Calming Potion he took right before the transformation after tonight was over; it was the only thing keeping him from turning on himself and seeking to destroy his own flesh – a trick he had discovered during the transformation prior. It did nothing, however, to calm his frayed nerves. 
                          
The pale wolf whipped his head around as he caught movement out of the corner of his left eye. A small growl left Harry's throat involuntarily, the way it seemed to always do when Harry felt threatened. Suddenly, a flaming figure rose from the ground like a brilliant orange zombie. 
                          
Harry's brain swum in the scent of jasmine rolling off the creature, but a quick look at the beast dispelled the cozy feeling. Underneath the fire, it seemed that the creature was all black – black skin, black hair, black mouth, and black, empty eyes. Its mouth curled up in a sneer, revealing blood red fangs dripping with some unknown substance. 
                          
You can't run from me, tasty little pup. Harry jumped at the intrusion of his mind, suddenly seeming to regain his human tendencies, along with a newfound regret for not learning Occlumency.