AN: hey you know what's the best thing about this story

its pre-written. So I don't have to worry about updates lmao. Not sure when I'll update this. Maybe every couple days? It's only eleven chapters, but I'm thinking of extending it all the way to Deathly Hallows. The PoA part is already in the works.

"'Dear Chantelle Chandeliere,

I'm delighted to inform you that I'm transferring to Hogwarts this year, my second year. I am aware that this means we won't be seeing each other anymore, but I'm very excited about getting to meet Harry Potter soon. You remember how big of a crush I had on him? Of course, I still have it. Harry's a Hogwarts celebrity, and I'm dying to meet him.

My neighbor, Gregory, also goes to Hogwarts. It'll be nice to start seeing him again for more than just a summer. He says he has a couple other friends, too. I hope we can just hang out together.

The Sorting Hat has already told me what house I will reside in. Slytherin. Interesting, isn't it? I've read up upon it. Apparently, Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the house, wished only for purebloods to be in the Slytherin House. Funny how I'm of quarterblood? I believe I'll have to lie about my bloodline if I want to survive.

It's horrible how my brother, Argentum, still attends Durmstrang, and how grandmother just lets him. She believes wizards should follow their own path and should not be prohibited by anything or anyone. Yes, I was unsuccessful in convincing her to demand him to go to Hogwarts with me. Thankfully, he will be graduating in three years.

I do wish I could still be at Beauxbatons with you, my dear Chantelle, but I am definitely looking forward to this new chapter in my life! Happy Birthday! I wish you many years!

Sincerely, Aurum Creste

P.S. Say hello to Coro for me. Such a sweetheart; I hope he won't miss me.'"

A girl of medium-height and plump nature turned to her horned owl which sat upon her table. The owl was very old, and very tired. It had been in the Creste family for only a year, however, the girl treated him like he had been with them for her whole life.

She petted the owl like a dog: under the chin. It didn't seem to mind that though, in fact, it loved the attention it received from her.

"Did that sound alright, Dragon?" Aurum asked the owl as if it was human. "I want to make sure it's okay for Chantelle to read. She is my best friend you know."

Aurum stood and rolled up the letter, taking a red piece of yarn and tying it up. She handed it to Dragon for delivery.

"Make sure it gets to Chanetelle. Oh! I almost forgot!"

Aurum swept the long, golden blonde hair out of her eyes that didn't seem to follow suit in the back, and with quick steps, she dashed towards her bed from her writing desk. Kneeling down, she reached under her bed and pulled out a colossal in comparison to Dragon package, who was really quite small for a horned owl. Dragon's silvery grey eyes widened at the sight of it. Aurum, nevertheless, handed it to him happily, confident in her pet bird.

Dragon rolled his big eyes and grasped the package in his talons, the letter in his beak.

"Now that's incredibly important, Dragon. It'll be Chantelle's birthday in a week, and I know this will take a while for you to deliver. That package contains my first novel ever. I want her to be the first to own a copy." Autumn explained to her owl. "Oh! That reminds me! I must start soon on the sequel!"

Aurum rushed out of her bedroom once her owl flew off and out of the window. After seeing her pet leave, she felt assured that her life could carry on as usual. She believed he would deliver the package safely. That's just how Aurum was.

Aurum Creste was a twelve-year-old girl who believed that everyone was at least a little good. She saw nice things in everyone. Perhaps she was a little naive, and maybe she knew this. If she did, she certainly didn't mind. Aurum believed that while there were bad times, something good could also come out of it, even if it wasn't readily apparent.

As she ran down the stairs, Aurum thought excitedly of her friend's happy face when she got her present. The blonde's happiness soon disappeared when she saw her brother out of the corner of her eye in their grandmother's potion room—quite obviously a room for brewing potions.

Aurum stomped into the room angrily. Her face had suddenly twisted from extreme delight to extreme abhorrence. Not that she hated her brother, quite the contrary. She loved him and didn't want to see him doing the dark things he did. It was quite obvious why he tried to perform dark magic and horrible things. It seemed that he was trying to make up for his being a quartblood. Their father was a squib and their mother was a muggle-born. Argentum was trying to get away from all of this and make his own path.

"What do you want, brat?" Argentum spat, pushing up his glasses and smoothing his snow white hair back . He toiled away at the bubbling potion before him. The more he stirred, the more scarlet the carmine concoction became.

"What are you doing? You know we're not supposed to be in gramma's potion room! She's gonna kill you when she gets home!" Aurum stamped her foot in frustration at her elder brother. On rare occasions, her eyes would suddenly turn yellow, a great departure from her chocolate brown ones. This was one of those times.

"What I'm doing is none of your business or gramma's. She's at a meeting with Albus Dumbledore, she doesn't know about this." Argentum argued. Then, he took a long, ebony wand with a bone-like carving out of his pocket. "If you know what's good for you, you won't tell." he threatened.

"You can't use magic on me, the ministry'll take you in!" Aurum pointed out.

"My wand was made in Bulgaria. The Ministry of Magic has no control over me right now." Argentum turned on his sister, pressing the wand against her head. She gulped in fear. "Now, you won't be tattling, will you?"

She shook her head no, pressing her lips tight so as to not even allow a peep to slip through the cracks.

"Good, that's what I thought." Argentum returned to his potion brewing and Aurum left him alone.

Aurum walked around the house. She hadn't been alone in the house with Argentum since going to Beauxbatons. She hadn't really explored everything to see what had changed.

The kitchen was the same old cramped room, complete with a small stove and a big fridge which she hoped was stocked with the meat she had been craving since yesterday. The dining room still held its elegance, especially with the chandelier and the furniture adorned with diamonds and pearls. The living room was as big as ever, and just as odd. Strange figurines and gargoyle-like statues were scattered around the house. It was as if you were walking into a dungeon, though one that was comparably comfortable. The sofas and seats were made of leather and appeared tastefully of the Victorian Era. Aurum had forgotten how much she missed the house.

Something jumped out at her atop the glass coffee table. It was a letter. Aurum picked it up nosily. She knew it was likely none of her business. Perhaps it had simply called to her. Curiosity killed the cat, and the owl in a cage in front of her seemed to be warning her of that with its screeching, but hopefully satisfaction would bring her back.

It read:

"Dear Remus,

I am afraid I'm getting more and more worried about Aurum and her lycanthropy. I know that it can be controlled, but the last outburst was certainly the worst. I suppose the best part is that she doesn't know, but I don't know how long I can keep it from her. The forgetting potions soon won't be enough. She's going off to Hogwarts this year, and I know it will be hard for her there. I'll have to tell her before she departs. I do hope she doesn't take it horribly.

My point in writing to you is asking you a question. Please, Remus, how did you cope with your lycanthropy? I don't know how to help her. The most I can do is make wolfsbane for her, but I'm very forgetful, and I think that forgetfulness passed down to her through her father. I don't think she'd remember to take it even if I could actually make a school year's supply.

Please write back to me soon, or better yet, won't you come over? I've missed you terribly. I haven't seen you in person since our days in the Order. Make an old woman happy, won't you?

Sincerely, Pearl Creste"

Aurum put the letter down and looked at the owl in a cage in front of her. It had been screeching since she looked at the letter. She looked around, panicking, hoping to find a way to shut it up. It was Platinum, their family owl.

Argentum came rushing into the living room from the potion room. He looked between her and the owl, snickering. He snapped his fingers raucously, making the owl recoil and hush.

"I snatched that letter out of the sky for you." he told Aurum, letting Platnium out of his cage with a snappy, "Alohamora". The owl grabbed the letter in his beak and took off. "I hoped you'd read it and finally find out about your disease. I think it's awful that she's hiding it from you."

"Well I still don't understand. What's 'lycanthropy'?" Aurum asked, scratching her head and looking after Platinum.

"'What's lycanthropy'! 'What's lycanthropy'! Ha! You don't know what lycanthropy is? How ironic. You're a werewolf, Aurum." Argentum howled with laughter.

Aurum sincerely laughed along with him. "Good one, Argen! I can't be a-a werewolf."

"Oh? But haven't you ever craved raw meat? Felt closer to animals than normal? Ever had your eyes turn yellow? Dear sister, those are the signs of lycanthropy." Argentum explained, removing his glasses and cleaning them with the velvet violet bathrobe he had been wearing all day.

Aurum pondered on this for a few moments. She thought about the idea of werewolves. Werewolves didn't have the best reputation. Though lycanthropy was simply a nonvolatile disease when treated correctly, it was still seen as highly dangerous, especially to those without it. Being a werewolf meant endangering the ones around you. During a full moon, anything could happen. Aurum, valuing friendship and togetherness above all else, didn't like the sound of this. Was there any good in this?

"If you tell grandmother I informed you of this, your dead meat." Argentum looked around. Quickly spotting a house spider, he pointed his wand at it and shouted, "Crucio!"

Aurum was taken aback. The spider wrenched in pain. It crumbled to its knees and writhed all around, falling off of the hearth and onto the floor, effectively killing it.

"Sans the falling to your death, if those lips don't stay locked, that's gonna be you." Argentum warned. Aurum nodded, fully understanding him. She knew he was only bluffing, this was probably the hundredth time he had threatened her like this, but she obeyed him anyway. It was the least she could do since he went through the trouble to tell her about it. Ignorance was certainly bliss, but not knowing is remiss.

AN: before you read on.

Dont get your panties in a twist if something's different or a character is ooc. I did a lot of that intentionally because it messed with my story. Here's the thing, people make stories about OC's getting with canon characters and stories rewriting others. I don't think there's anything wrong with putting them together. Yes, Draco will have new parts to his character and will eventually become tolerant. What's the difference between this and Tumblr headcanons? Sorry about the rant, it just bothers me.

Also I will be answering questions at the end of each chapter! So I'm always open! I'm also open to legit criticism :0 like that Argentum may be potentially abusive or something like that(I am trying to tone him down a lot). Or that Aurum is not a real name. I'll call her Tiffany more in that case

just note that it's going to be hard to edit some parts where it is pre-written lol so if I don't fix it, I'll keep it in mind for the next part