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In the Shrieking Shack a large wolf paced, teeth bared, guttural growls emitting from deep in its throat. Blood dripped of fangs, gashes on its legs the source. With a snarl the wolf sunk its teeth into its leg once more, tasting blood. Deep inside the wolf a young boy cried his hatred of the moon.
In Gryffindor tower a young man sat near the window basking in the glow from the full moon, looking out over the moonlit grounds, awed by the beauty of the night, taking in the wonder that came only once a month.
One Man's Curse…