This is going to be a sort of prequel to introduce my OC, Emmy. I'm aiming for about five chapters on this one. (I know, a five chapter prequel. You're probably thinking "Prequels are like…one chapter.") But anyway, enjoy!
The Bite
Emmy Patterson was asleep in her bed. It was nearing midnight and the moon shone bright and full through the window. The ten year old girl's parents were asleep down the hall. No one was aware of the man lurking outside until it was far too late.
The door unlocked with a click and a tall, cloaked figure entered. He walked swiftly up the stairs and found the room he was looking for. He opened the door slowly to see a small girl staring at him, terror etched on her face. She tried to scream but found it to be impossible.
The stranger lunged forward and clamped a hand over Emmy's mouth, stifling whatever noise she could have made. His smile was cold and cruel.
And then he did something rather strange that Emmy had not been expecting: He bit her.
The pain was unbearable. Emmy felt something hot and wet running down her neck, clinging to her auburn curls. She held her hand over the bite, trying to stop it bleeding. She was screaming loudly as the strange man tried to climb out through the window.
Seconds later, her parents arrived in the room. As soon as she thought she was safe, the man, whom Emmy had just realized was hardly a man at all, leapt across the room and slashed at her parents with what appeared to be a long set of claws. They screamed and Emmy screamed even louder. She knew what this was.
A werewolf. And not just any werewolf. Fenrir Greyback. He had been quite notorious for biting children back when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was still alive.
He left without a single glance behind him. Emmy was alone. Her parents were dead. She cried.
With nowhere to go, Emmy went to the first place she could think of: The Burrow. Her family had been friends with the Weasleys for as long as she could remember. She was sure they could help her.
After several strange looks (not many ten year olds travel by themselves) and boarding a few trains, she finally arrived within walking distance of the Burrow.
She was invited in by a very concerned Mrs. Weasley who sat her down and began making soup, tea and biscuits for her. She told Mrs. Weasley what had happened as she ate. She showed her the bite on her neck which was beginning to heal. Mrs. Weasley looked rather frightened.
"Why don't you go upstairs and rest. You can stay in Fred and George's room if you'd like. They've got room." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, though she was obviously holding back tears.
Emmy ran up the stairs to the twins' room. She was tired. More tired than she could comprehend. She knocked on the door and was greeted by two red headed boys, identical to the last freckle.
"Emmy?" They said in unison.
"Hi." She said, her eyes already closing. "Your mum said I could," she yawned "stay here?"
"Uh, sure." Fred said as Emmy slumped against the door frame. They led her into the room to which a third bed had been added for her. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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