Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did, Sirius would still be around.

Thank you, J.K.Rowling, for your extravagant imagination.

I wrote this fic ages ago, and upon reading it again today, I have decided to write it again. Clearly I could not spell or punctuate 3 years ago. Hopefully I'm slightly better at it now.

To give a time scale, this is set in harry potters 3rd year at hogwarts.

The Star- A wish will come true.

She pulled a card from the top of the deck. The Star- A wish will come true. The meaning confused her, what did she wish for? It was going to be a full moon tonight, she thought and her stomach churned. She would have to leave this park soon.

She, Rosie Golder, did her Tarot cards every day. Sometimes she asked herself why, and she didn't really know. It helped her to sort out the thoughts in her head. Her double life was dangerous, and lacked routine, but by simply pulling out one card, everyday at the same time, it helped to give her life some regularity. She was constantly moving house, moving home, moving family. Just moving.

Rosie Golder was a Werewolf.

She had a brutal life, prowling the streets for shelter, fighting for food, protecting people by hiding from them. Rosie was 17 now and had been living like this for only a year. She had fled from school and her home in a desperate attempt to save herself from her family. They were "pure bloods", her blood was infected. She left before they had time to disown her.

She scanned the card in her hands and smelled the air. Someone was close, very close.

"Rosie Golder." It said plainly, a mature male voice, easy to listen to.

"Yes?" She said, but remained seated on the grass with her back to the stranger.

"I would like to help you." He said, taking some small steps towards her. Her back bristled at the movement. She stayed mute. She needed to get away as quickly as possible before she injured this man.

He walked slowly around her until he was facing her. She craned her neck upwards to see who it was and gasped. He was mesmerising. Wearing a beautiful blue cloak with silver stars scattered through it, he was instantly recognisable. When he moved, they shimmered with him. He crouched down so his head was level with hers.

Looking at the card she was still holding, he asked her, "What is your wish?". She wanted to run but felt compelled to answer, even though she could see the sun setting in his half moon glasses.

"I wish I could be myself/" She said, and a small tear dropped from her eyelashes.

He reached out and held her hand in his. "My name is Dumbledore, and I would like to grant you your wish." He chuckled and smiled. She watched the moon rise in the reflection of his glasses and let go of his hand. A great wave of anguish hit her. It was about to start.

"I'm so sorry" She muttered under her breath, and another tear fell from her eyes.

Then the transformation began.

Dumbledore braced himself, but kept a hand on her head to comfort her. She screamed out in excruciating pain as her limbs snapped themselves and cracked back into a newly formed place. It was fascinating for him to watch her violently convulse and thrash violently in an attempt to crawl away from him. Her arms and legs couldn't support her, the muscles in her body were no longer under her control. Her jaw broke and repaired itself in a matter of seconds. Blood spurted from her gums where razor sharp fangs tore through. Blood seeped from her skin as well when thick and matted hair began to grow again at a ferocious rate.

Her last coherent thoughts before the transformation finished were just extreme fear and regret at being the werewolf who killed Dumbledore.

She let out a final moan, and her transformation was complete. Dumbledore had literally seconds before she would totally be the vicious predator. He wasted none and cast a powerful disabling charm. The beast was quickly asleep before it even had time to get up.

He smiled kindly and whispered, "Good night" before three more teachers from Hogwarts arrived on scene.

McGonagle, Hagrid, Flitwick and Madame Pomfrey surrounded the dormant werewolf.

"We have a secure room for her, Professor Dumbledore, it is too dangerous for her to go to the Shrieking Shack tonight, sir." said McGonagle.

"Thank you, Minerva." he replied.

And then they vanished.

Rosie woke up in an unfamiliar, stone room the next day.

Chibi- heehee, I hope this is better, it's an opening chapter so I hope it gives enough story for people to want to read the next chapter. I'll update as quickly as possible, having left school now, I have much free time!

Please R/R. It's much appreciated.