Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that you recognize as J.K. Rowling's. Of course, I am not J.K., I'm far too untalented to be her. ^_^ I do own the plot and the characters that you don't recognize as J.K.'s.
My first Potter fic ever. Hope you like it. If you just want to hear a general good JK-style story, read this. It really doesn't have a clear ending yet though. But it's definetly gonna be a happily ever after. After all, I've already started writing the bloody sequel! ^_^ Who knows how that'll end, though…
CHAPTER ONE
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"Uncle?"
A small girl wandered through a moonlit hallway, jumping as a floorboard creaked.
"Uncle, are you there?" she called out, then turned her head quickly.
"Uncle Lupin?"
The answer came in the form of clinking chains and a deep, long growl. The girl mustered up her courage and walked steadily towards the sounds. This led her to a door down the hall, which she shuddered visibly at.
"U-Uncle?" she called out shakily, and continued, "Are you down there?"
"Yegarrrrr, YES! Garrrrr, get awrarrrr," came the garbled reply, followed by a loud snap, like some kind of monster's jaws snapping shut, which echoed eerily.
The colour had drained from the girl's face, and as she stood listening to the continued growling, which would grow louder, then stop with a snap, and the constant clinking and rattling of chains, she began to tremble slightly.
She stood there for a long time, then, as if summoning up courage, she stopped trembling and reached out a hesitant hand towards the doorknob. She paused, drawing back, then set her jaw firmly and grasped the doorknob, turning it quickly and pulling open the door.
In front of her were a set of stairs which descended steadily into darkness. The sounds now had stopped completely, and the girl, visibly relieved, began her journey down the stairs.
She got halfway down, and began to hear a sort of sniffing sound. She paused, but didn't hear any sniffing.
"It's just me walking," she said comfortingly to herself, voice sounding small and quiet in the darkness. She turned and looked back at the small, pale patch of light that marked the doorway. Then she turned around and, placing one foot carefully in front of the other, hands by her sides, continued down the stairs.
The sniffing sound started again, and was accompanied by a scrabbling sound. She began to descend slower. Finally, she placed her foot on cold stone instead of wood. She inhaled sharply.
In front of her were two shining orbs, floating. It took her a second to realize that they were eyes. Then, she almost bolted, but caught herself in time, thinking "Back up slooooowly."
The eyes were suddenly gone. She froze. It hadn't occurred to her yet that they were closed now. She would realize it.
The eyes reappeared for a split-second before something dark dashed at her, accompanied by the louder than ever clanking of chains.
She screamed and tried to back up, but she couldn't. Sharp needle-like claws were in her leg in an instant, pulling her back down. Jaws snapped madly, searching for her. She screamed again, and again. She was being dragged down, and she couldn't do anything about it.
She stupidly tried to force the jaws away with her hands, and they clamped down on her arm. Now she wasn't screaming in terror, she was screaming in pain.
Now someone was screaming her name, and feet were pounded down the stairs. Then she passed out.
She opened her eyes. She was laying in her bed, in her room. Around her were the faces of her parents, and her older brothers Arin and Sam.
She smiled and went to push herself up into a sitting position, but cried out when she put her weight on her right arm.
Immediately Arin stepped over to her and moved her up against the headboard. "Don't touch your arm, it's healing."
She winced and nodded. She now realized that there was a pain in her leg as well as her arm, and went to touch it, but her father gently grabbed her hand.
"That's healing, too," she said quietly, "Isn't it."
He nodded. "What happened?" she asked.
At this her mother started to cry. "'S'alright, Mum, I'm not dead," she said.
"No, and that we can be thankful for," her father said.
"Sam, what happened?" she asked, addressing her brother.
"Well…er…Oak, you got bit by a werewolf," he said. "I don't really know how else to say it," he said awkwardly, trailing off and staring at his feet.
The door behind them creaked open, and a thin young man stepped through. He looked quite worn out, and already his hair was sprinkled with grey, though he was obviously only in his very young twenties.
"I do," he said, then walked over to Oak's side. He kneeled down beside the shocked Oak, who was struggling to come to grips with the fact that she had been bitten.
"Oak, I'm a werewolf. It was me who bit you. Now…" he choked and couldn't continue for a moment, then whispered," Now you are too."
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Yes, I know I use the name Oak for EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER!!! I know, I know, I know…I can't help it. It's the ADHD or obsessive compulsive disorder…or something like that. Anyways. Or maybe it's just me…oh well. Whatever. I want at least 20 reviews. I want them now. ^_^ Please. *grin grin wink wink* Soooooo, review. Love you all! Later. A warning: I'm going to get more demanding the more chapters I post. So :p. Now review.