On his way to Snape's office, Silan was still thinking about becoming an Animagus and brewing potions.
The next full moon is September 30. That's over twenty days away...
Silan worked out the timing in his head. That should be enough time to prepare everything I need to learn to become an Animagus.
There's about half a month left until my appointment with Pippin. If I work harder over the next few days, I should make it in time too.
Silan glanced at Snape walking ahead of him, his robes billowing like a bat spreading its wings. I wonder what my Head of House wants with me. Does he need help brewing Wolfsbane Potion?
Werewolves had no control over their transformation on the night of a full moon. Without Wolfsbane Potion to preserve their reason, they would become ruthless killing machines.
Once their savage instincts overwhelmed their humanity, they would even kill their closest friends and family.
The cruelest part was that, after returning to human form, werewolves could still remember everything they had experienced throughout their transformation.
And that was the greatest tragedy of being a werewolf.
Imagine a werewolf killing his own parents, friends, lover, and children after transforming...
Bloodshed and slaughter brought him to the heights of ecstasy while searing those memories into his mind.
Then he regained his sanity.
The pleasure in his brain had yet to fade, and his soul's hunger for blood and slaughter still made his body tremble. Yet before him lay the bodies of his loved ones.
His memories told him, with perfect clarity, that he had killed them.
Look, his lover's blood was still on his hands.
As for his children?
He only had to lick his teeth. Could he taste them?
Such agony was enough to break anyone's will.
That