A mournful howl was heard late one winter night, waking those who had just fallen asleep, and causing those who were sound asleep to stir slightly. The creature stared at the moon and let loose another howl. Sad ice grey eyes stared out of the furred face. The creature then knelt by the lake and stared into its icy covered depths. A single tear streaked down the furred cheek. He stared at his hands, now fur covered and ending in sharp claws. His tongue ran across his teeth, finding sharp canines. Another tear coursed down his cheek, following its friend. The fur was dark in color, but only until he stepped into the light, then you could see the silverish blond streaks in the fur. He looked up at the moon once more and let out another mournful howl. He closed his eyes and wept, not caring if anyone saw him. He was a freak, he knew that, or most likely believed. 'Even if I did have a chance with her...It's gone now. Who would love a freak like me?' he thought sadly. He glanced up at the room he knew she would be in one last time before disappearing into the night.
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In the safety of Gryffindor's tower, a young woman of twenty seven slept. Her dark brown hair escaped from the confining bun and tumbled down in loose waves. Her soft pink lips opened slightly as she whispered the name of the man she had grown to love, but could never be with. She awoke with a start at the sound of the second howl, her cinnamon eyes fluttering as the last traces of sleep vanished from them. Yawning slightly, she rose and draped a rose bedjacket over a pale blue nightgown and peered out into the night. 'What on earth?' she thought, trying to make out the shape in the distance. She debated on whether or not she would venture out into the cold winter's night to find out who was foolish enough to go out at such a late hour and in such conditions. It had just started to snow heavily, which would surely obscure Hogwarts from view. Sighing, she grabbed her deep indigo cloak and threw it on. She hastily slipped on a pair of white slippers and hurried out.
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He could sense someone approaching. Very faintly, he could hear someone running through the snow. His ice gray eyes fix on the person foolish to be running out in the dead of night, in the midst of a snow storm. He'd be the first to admit he was foolish himself to be out here, however, he decided that he'd be better off dead then living as a werewolf. So it came as a surprise as the one he had longed for was the one person besides himself that was crazy enough to run out in the middle of a snowstorm. 'Is she crazy? She'll freeze to death,' he thought. He slowly moved closer to her, but not too close.
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She trembled from the cold, her pale skin even paler. Her hood had blown off during a sudden gust of wind, causing her dark brown hair to get soaked and stick close to her face, which she had to constantly brush out of the way. 'Dammit Kitten, why the hell are you out here in this snowstorm?' she thought to herself and the indigo cloak hung close to her lithe frame. 'Because I'm an idiot who has a soft spot a mile long, that's why,' she thought. She brushed her dark bangs back again and stopped mere feet in front of the beast. "He...llo?" she whispered softly.
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'She's scared, I know it,' he thought. He turned to face her, his ice grey eyes full of tears. He whimpered, it was the best he could do. He couldn't talk in that form, nor would if he could. He looked away, trying to hide his tearfilled ice grey eyes. He whuffed in surprise when he felt a tiny pale hand rest gently on his muscular furred upper arm. He turned and stared at her in surprise. 'She...touched me... She... isn't afraid?'
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'Oh angel, how did this happen?' she thought. She stroked the soft fur on his upper arm and smiled. "So soft," she whispered and stepped closer, leaning against him, hoping to stay warm within his embrace, or so she hoped.
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In the safety of Gryffindor's tower, a young woman of twenty seven slept. Her dark brown hair escaped from the confining bun and tumbled down in loose waves. Her soft pink lips opened slightly as she whispered the name of the man she had grown to love, but could never be with. She awoke with a start at the sound of the second howl, her cinnamon eyes fluttering as the last traces of sleep vanished from them. Yawning slightly, she rose and draped a rose bedjacket over a pale blue nightgown and peered out into the night. 'What on earth?' she thought, trying to make out the shape in the distance. She debated on whether or not she would venture out into the cold winter's night to find out who was foolish enough to go out at such a late hour and in such conditions. It had just started to snow heavily, which would surely obscure Hogwarts from view. Sighing, she grabbed her deep indigo cloak and threw it on. She hastily slipped on a pair of white slippers and hurried out.
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He could sense someone approaching. Very faintly, he could hear someone running through the snow. His ice gray eyes fix on the person foolish to be running out in the dead of night, in the midst of a snow storm. He'd be the first to admit he was foolish himself to be out here, however, he decided that he'd be better off dead then living as a werewolf. So it came as a surprise as the one he had longed for was the one person besides himself that was crazy enough to run out in the middle of a snowstorm. 'Is she crazy? She'll freeze to death,' he thought. He slowly moved closer to her, but not too close.
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She trembled from the cold, her pale skin even paler. Her hood had blown off during a sudden gust of wind, causing her dark brown hair to get soaked and stick close to her face, which she had to constantly brush out of the way. 'Dammit Kitten, why the hell are you out here in this snowstorm?' she thought to herself and the indigo cloak hung close to her lithe frame. 'Because I'm an idiot who has a soft spot a mile long, that's why,' she thought. She brushed her dark bangs back again and stopped mere feet in front of the beast. "He...llo?" she whispered softly.
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'She's scared, I know it,' he thought. He turned to face her, his ice grey eyes full of tears. He whimpered, it was the best he could do. He couldn't talk in that form, nor would if he could. He looked away, trying to hide his tearfilled ice grey eyes. He whuffed in surprise when he felt a tiny pale hand rest gently on his muscular furred upper arm. He turned and stared at her in surprise. 'She...touched me... She... isn't afraid?'
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'Oh angel, how did this happen?' she thought. She stroked the soft fur on his upper arm and smiled. "So soft," she whispered and stepped closer, leaning against him, hoping to stay warm within his embrace, or so she hoped.