Wanderings with Werewolves
By Gilderoy Lockhart
Prelude:
Not long ago, in the deepest, darkest areas of the world; All life had become was fear. A Man who became a monster every full moon and was a danger not only to himself, but to all those who were around him. He was in desperate need of my help, Gilderoy Lockhart.
Before I enter the horrid, yet exciting adventure that I am about to retell to you, I should first introduce myself:
I am Gilderoy Lockhart, recently awarded Order of Merlin third class, and I am an honorary member of the Dark force defense league. As a young lad in my school years at Hogwarts, I was very ambitious and I wanted to bring light to a world of darkness, all that business with dark lords drove people to the brink of destruction and utter paranoia, but I, Gilderoy Lockhart, vowed to bring a light to the end of the tunnel. For if just one of my honorable deeds met one person and inspired them to do as well as I had, well, I would be very honored that I was able to make some sort of impact on the world. After all, It has always been my great ambition to rid the world of evil and market my own line of hair care products.
Now, I shall embark upon my lurid tale of the Werewolf I happened to wander upon in one of my travels. I was on humane society work for wizards mission trip to speak to the people about the many amazing ways to make their life more peaceful and much more enjoyable (Though, I must admit, I find that when I'm down, some of that Fire whiskey always cheers me up a great deal!).
But I digress.
In mid September I was called to a town in desperate need of help from a monster destroying the village people. So I entered the village, wearing one of my stunning lilac cloaks (which happens to be my utmost favorite colour!) and straight away I was greeted with a frightened woman who immediately invited me to tea. She explained to me that her brother had been attacked and brutally bitten in a fashion such as only an animal would be able to do… In this case, a Werewolf.
Now, I must explain something about werewolves, in case those out there aren't very knowledgeable on the subject; Many of the unfortunate souls who are werewolves, are unable to control their insufferable urge to kill or murder. Those who they fail to kill, become as themselves, which therefore, makes the victim who survived either very lucky, or very unlucky, depending on your view point. I, believe that life itself, is always worth living, no matter what. Of course, I might think differently if I were as scratched up as they were.
Now, I must give a fair warning now to all you young lads and lasses who are ready to embark on adventures:
Werewolves are highly dangerous and only a professional, such as myself, will be able to cure them. It is most unlikely you will succeed, unless somehow, remarkably you posess one tenth of my talent. (Not to boast or anything. Just don't get any ideas, children!)
The poor young lady, named Nadia, was very fretful as she described her brother's version of the attack that happened twelve nights before. He had claimed it had been a large creature, and that he hadn't seen it. She, however thought it must have been a werewolf, and that there had been other attacks not far from there, and that everyone else had died. Obviously, Since her younger brother was still alive, it was Nadia's fear that her dear brother would become a monster at the full moon.
Of course, Only after seeing the boy, would I be able to properly diagnose this terrible malady if I saw it, so I asked to see the poor young lad.
Entering the room, I believe I added a certain brightness that would have been completely void of, in the dim dingy walls of this poor town. The boy lay in the bed, asleep and fevered, his face slashed and hardly recognizable. He feebly opened his eyes, and whispered something incoherent, before nodding back off to sleep. I knew at once with my expertise in the area that this, indeed had been the effect of a werewolf, and that in all probability, he would become a werewolf at the next full moon.
It would be up to me, Gilderoy Lockhart, to help him in his dire state.