Hello everyone! A new story perhaps?
"Not everyone is as good as you think they are, Potter." I smirk at The-Boy-Who-Lived. "In fact I happen to have no good in me whatsoever."
"Apparently you haven't looked in the mirror then, Nyxx." He shakes his head, "Because I think you've changed."
Chapter One!
I thought I had gotten away from it all. I thought I had rid myself of everything it caused. Merlin, how stupid was I? Apparently I did not run far enough. Even here in the lonely city of Panicale, Umbria in Italy, I did not get away. I think they are following me. There is no other explanation. I mean I change my name weekly. I have been Ami, Grace, Nora, Jamie, Angela, Brittany, Selene, Veronique, Christina. I have been to so many places that I can barely remember who I was before. Before everything happened. I cannot stand this eternal moving around, but if I have to leave for this to change I will. After all, isn't it said, "Things have to get worse before they get better"? But you have to wonder, did things actually get better for whoever said that? Or were they just some damn optimist that did not fully realize that they were completely screwed.
"Get her quick!" Someone yells in broken English and a heavy Italian accent. I can tell they are bounty hunters. They must have spotted me getting off the train. I curse silently and continue running through the dense forest.
"Hurry up!" The same voice yells. I need to get far enough away so I can apparate back to the house, grab some things, and leave. I continue to sprint as fast as I can.
"Confundo!" Another hunter yells. I barely dodge the spell as it flies over my head. Dammit. They're still close. I nearly growl at the thought. I swiftly turn around and hold out my wand.
"Incendio!" As soon as it escapes my lips, a large flame shoots out from my wand and spreads in front of my chasers. I allow a feral smirk to grace my features as I sharply turn away and disapparate back to my house.
"Name please," the lady behind the counter sighs, obviously not very interested.
"Michelle," I answer readily. I have been meaning to use this name for awhile.
"Just wait till your name is called then you can go back." The woman nods slowly. I look behind me to see a few chairs. I step away from the desk and occupy one of the folding chairs. I hate coming here. I absolutely hate it. If the stupid spells worked like they should I would not have to come here. The bitter stink of antiseptic makes my nostrils flare. I. Hate. The. Smell. Of. Hospitals. A sting of pain runs down my leg. I silently pull up the leg of my Muggle jeans to look at the deep cut from ankle to knee. Damn bounty hunters. I grimace. They got me as I was leaving my house. I hear someone faintly gasp. My head snaps up at the sound and I instantly begin to look for any signs of a threat to me. My eyes lock onto the woman behind the desk.
"Wha-what happened to you?" She almost shrieks.
"Accident." I mutter in return.
"That classifies as an emergency. You can go back right now." She nods fiercely at me. Shrugging, I pull the leg of my jeans back down to cover the wound. I stand up and walk through the door the woman is pointing toward. The smell of antiseptic only gets stronger with each step. If the blood loss does not get me, then the smell will. As soon as I enter through the doorway a nurse is ushering me to another room.
"Just wait here. The doctor will be here any minute." She frowns at me before leaving and shutting the door.
"Damn, I screwed up." I sigh and glance down that the jean clad leg that's starting to stain from my blood. "I should've known that they'd be waiting for me." an aggravated growl slips from my lips as the white door opens revealing a man dressed in mostly the same color with a clipboard.
"Michelle?" He asks. I only look up at the mention of this week's name. "Can I get a look at that leg?" I do not answer. Instead I calmly roll up my pants to show him. I hear him grunt, trying to seem sympathetic. "My, that's a pretty bad cut you've got there. How'd it happen?" He starts questioning me as he sets down his clipboard and grabs some cleaning supplies.
"Accident." I mutter again. He does not need to know my business. He glances up at me while he bends down to being working on my leg.
"Looks like you're gonna need stitches."
"I don't care. Do whatever needs to be done to heal it." I tell him quickly.
"You'll need some anesthetics-"
"No," I interrupt. "Just fix it. I don't need it." He gapes at me for a moment before nodding.
"I-I'll be right back with the supplies." He stands and hurriedly leaves the room. I let out a long breath, my lungs protesting at not being used. I really need to calm myself more of this will not end well. I cannot just go attacking the doctor, as useless as he seems to be right now. I pull out my wand and silently cast a calming charm on myself. I need to stay focused. A few minutes later the doctor returns with a nurse alongside him.
"Are you sure about this?" He asks eyeing me skeptically. I dip my head and watch as they approach. The doctor bends down to look at the damage. I hear the nurse hiss at the sight before she regains composure when my eyes snap to her.
"Okay, here we go." He nods and begins to work. I hold back a groan at the pain and tightly close my eyes. I feel the pull of the thread and the stretch of my skin as he closes the wound. About twenty minutes later he finishes. My breath comes out in short but quiet gasps.
"Alright. You're all done." He says standing up to look down at his work. A tense minute passes before I smirk and disapparate with an almost silent 'pop.' Bet those muggles never saw that coming.
When I open my eyes I appear before a huge gate. I can feel the magic coursing through my veins. Stepping closer to the gate, I try touching it, but an invisible force keeps me away. I get even closer until my fingertips are about an inch away. I push further against the force blocking me until my hand starts to burn. I pull away slowly and study my hand. A deep red burn streaks from my fingers across the lines of my palm to my wrist.
"Just as I thought." I mumble with a frown. I pull out my wand and point it at my newly acquired burn. A short healing spell later and the burning sensation dies to a dull throb of discomfort. I curl my fingers into a fist a few times before placing my wand back to its spot in my pocket. I glare at the gate one last time and turn to leave. Before I get two steps away I hear someone chuckling. I swiftly twist on my heel, wand raised in the direction of the noise.
"I see you've returned. I was wondering when you'd try again." A figure appears from the shadows on the other side of the gate.
"Stay away from me." I growl at the person.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's a full moon tonight." He pauses and glances at the sky that's darkening dramatically every second.
"What are you getting at, old man?" I do not drop my guard for one moment, but I do sniff the air.
"Tell me," he starts, coming closer to the gate between us. My excellent eyesight begins to pickup traces of his appearance: long white hair and baby blue dress robes. "Why is it, you've come back on this exact night?"
"I have my reasons." I spit out at him. I really do not want to deal with the senile headmaster of Hogwarts right now, or ever for that matter.
"What would your father say?" he asks now right at the gate. A twitch of fear makes me shake for a brief second.
"That's none of your god damn business!" I ground out, snapping my teeth together. I feel a sudden warmth in my feet slowly spreading up my legs. "Dammit."
"Oh? What's wrong?" He cocks his head to the side.
"Shut up!" I screech at him. The warmth reaches up to my elbows now; it's gaining heat.
"Come now. You can tell me."
"You," I pause, taking a deep breath, my whole body is starting to burn, much worse than the gate burning me. "know nothing."
"I do think I know enough, Nyxx." He chuckles again, and that is what sets me off. My grip on my wand falters and it lands with a small thud on the ground at my feet. The heat is closing in on my. Then the real pain begins. The bones in my legs suddenly break and reset in a new form, like dogs' legs. A blood curdling scream escapes my lips as I grab my head in complete pain. My legs give out and I collapse. I can feel the gradual change along my spine as it elongates. I shove my face into the dirt repeatedly. Anything to dull the pain. My arms succumb to the change next as they reset along with my nails turning to claws that I know from experience can cut though skin like melted butter. The fire finally reaches my skull and that's when I know I am lost to the transformation once more.
"Oh yes. I think I know enough, Nyxx Greyback."