Chapter 1 – Prologue
The night was dark. Stars twinkled in the sky like lights on a Christmas tree. I sat on the windowsill, my fingers absently twirling around my cat, Beatrice's, tail. I looked up at the full moon. My father was having a drink in the village somewhere. He always did on a full moon, it was like some kind of tradition between him and his friends. I savoured these hours alone, although I seldom saw my father anyway. I spent most of my time in my room back then. I doubt it would have been like that if my mother was still here, but she was killed by a werewolf when I was one.
A heard a howl and looked down. A giant four legged animal was sprinting across the lawn. It had white silver hair, and a long snout protruding from its fierce face. It was chasing after a small boy with sandy hair. I recognised him as Remus Lupin from the village. He was only 6 – the same age as me. My stomach churned as I watched his petrified face contort into one of horror as the werewolf pounced. I squealed with terror and crawled back into my bed, snuggling up to Beatrice, and pulling the duvet up over my head to mask the screams of pain and pleads for mercy. I wasn't afraid of the werewolf that prowled the village every full moon. It had seen me countless times in the window, and not done anything. I had gotten used to its untimely appearances. But just because I wasn't frightened for myself, doesn't mean I wasn't frightened for the boy whose life was being ruined right outside my bedroom window. I pulled the covers tighter around me, and drifted into sleep, the howls of success still echoing around my head.
I woke up the next morning to hear a faint tapping coming from downstairs. I trundled out of bed and into the kitchen to find a black delivery owl pecking the window impatiently. I quickly opened it and payed the owl in sickles. It dropped the newspaper onto the kitchen surface and then flew off into the blue sky. I had never read The Daily Prophet before. Father had always gotten to it first and hidden it from me. I decided that one peek wouldn't hurt if father never found out, do I hastily opened the newspaper.
Being locked up in your bedroom for the most part of 6 years did have it's advantages (believe it or not). My reading age was extremely above average, so I had no difficulty in reading the front page article:
SAVAGE WEREWOLF STRIKES AGAIN
A young boy from the village of Tinworth was attacked by the elusive werewolf Fenrir Greyback last night.A source of mine has revealed 'Fenrir Greyback's only goal in life is to infect as many people as possible with lycanthropy as possible, in order to create enough werewolves to defeat the wizarding worls. Greyback often purposefully places himself in close proximity with his victims before a full moon to ensure he would attack them after his transformation and -
My whole body shook. I had finally discovered the truth. My father, Fenrir Greyback, was a coldblooded murder. I was the daughter of a savage... Oh crap!