Full Summary: Jaylene lost everything after the werewolf attack on her home. Her home, her parents, her sanity, all gone. Now the only thing that drives her is finding a cure. A cure that could help thousands of cursed humans get their lives back along with her. But what she didn't know is that there is another werewolf at Hogwarts who could be interested in her. Now if only she could concentrate...
Author's Note: I never thought that I would be writing about the Marauders. I don't usually like them, but this idea couldn't be ignored! I hope you enjoy this one better than my other story. I've thought this one out better, and I think it flows better than the other one. Enjoy :]
This is set in the Marauders Era, in their sixth year.
Chapter One
The Great Hall was once again filled with the hundreds of students after a seemingly short summer. Above their heads, the enchanted ceiling shone bright with thousands of stars and light cloud coverage. Candles also floated above them, giving off a warm, cozy glow to the large room. The sorting had just ended and everyone was socializing and digging into the welcoming feast.
Headmaster Dumbledore sat in the middle of the staff table, looking quite regal in his deep blue robes with silver and gold stars sown onto the fabric and his magnificent dark blue hat that matched, but with a lot of sparkles that twinkled in the low light like his eyes. He was enjoying his own welcoming feast and a bit of small talk with Professor McGonagall who was seated next to him, but his real attention was on the young woman who was sitting at the end of the Ravenclaw table, eating quietly.
She was alone, which the Professor realized that she had done every year, even before the incident. He also began thinking that maybe it was a good thing she was alone. It would be easier to keep her secret. His attention shifted to the Gryffindor table for a moment, and his eyes began to twinkle. Not everyone had friends like Remus Lupin.
"Albus, are you even listening to me?" Professor McGonagall asked, bringing the headmaster back to the here and now.
"I'm sorry my dear," he began, giving the professor a small smile of apology. "My mind was somewhere else."
Minerva smiled back, the action softening her features for a moment before her signature raptor gaze returned. "Were you thinking about the girl?" she asked, and when he nodded, she sat back in her chair. "I hope you aren't going to leave them alone in the same place when they transform."
"Minerva, you know me better than that. I plan to ward them into different rooms in the shrieking shack during the night. They won't be able to hurt each other, and by the time they return to normal the wards will have faded," Dumbledore replied. He took a bite of his mashed potatoes and hummed with pleasure. "The house elves never disappoint me."
The older woman scowled. "I still don't like it," she said, taking a bite off her own plate. "Do they know about each other?"
"With their fantastic senses, I don't doubt that they know... Oh!" Dumbledore exclaimed happily as desert suddenly appeared on the table. "My favorite part!"
Minerva chuckled as the old man loaded his plate with lemon flavored cake.
He had such a sweet tooth.