A/N: So this is my second attempt at a Harry Potter story, and hopefully it's better than the last. I'll admit I may be a little off with the details and some things but other than that, I should reliable enough. DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or its characters, story line or... anything associated with the franchise apart from my OC.

The story will start from the Goblet of Fire and lead past the Deathly Hallows (hopefully) - I hope you enjoy!

The publish date of this story is even better - TOM RIDDLE'S BIRTHDAY, EVERYONE!

DISCLAIMER: All the characters that are not my own, belong to J.K Rowling, the author of the series.

She shuddered and cast a stern glance at the moon, feeling a sudden strange lupine-esque growl ripple within her chest despite knowing that the fully risen mood would have little to no effect on her what-so-ever but her father however…

Freezing when she saw his rigid silhouette with fingers twitching, beads of sweat were rolling down his temple as he tried to breathe deeply, his chest rising and falling over and over, gradually gaining speed. His eyes were trained on the moon glowering beside him, rising higher into the sky as it settled at its peak to haunt him.

Starting forwards, Neona grasped her father's arm as he convulsed slightly in the light of the moon. Panicking, she searched for Sirius, knowing she would need all the help she could get. "Sirius!" Neona glanced around worriedly for her father's best friend, sighing in relief when he came running at her shouts just Remus collapsed in her arms.

Hermione had pulled Harry to her when he had tried to go after Sirius, forcing him to stay with her and Ron. "Do you want to die?" she hissed in his ear, keeping a tight grasp of his hand.

Rags and all, Sirius stumbled over to them, careful to not trip on several roots belonging to the Whomping willow as he did. Clasping his arms around the shoulders of his best friend, he squeezed them tightly to send warmth into his shivering body. "Remus, old friend... did you take your potion tonight?"

He didn't reply.

Fear flashed in Neona's eyes as she looked to Sirius, knowing the only way they would find out would be to see if he'd attack them but they couldn't take that chance, and Sirius knew from past experiences. "Run, all of you!" However despite his pleas, none of them did so, standing transfixed at the sight before them. Glancing back, Sirius cursed under his breath. "Now!"

Tightening his grip on Remus still, Sirius lent towards his ear. "You know the man you truly are, Remus… this flesh is only flesh.This heart is where you truly live, this heart! Here!" Sirius's voice rung out through the air as he pounded his chest with his fist, though it didn't appear to reach Remus's ears.

"Look at me, Moony . . . " Blank eyes stared at her as she spoke, dilating more with each passing second. "Breathe, Moony, look at me," Neona whispered, her hands scolding on Remus's face, his eyes losing their verdant warmth. "Breathe!" Her body wrapped around him as another spasm passed through his body. "Moony, look at me."

Remus felt his body begin to shiver uncontrollably, signifying that it was almost time. He buried his face into her shoulder as his hands seized her arms just as another spasms surfaced, hands clenching, nails breaking her skin, drawing blood. Raggedly, his breathing jerked causing him to realise that he'd been holding onto it, forcing him to reach out for the echo of Neona's voice, her eyes, warm and gentle, as the moonlight was not.

"Breathe… Moony, look at me." The voices grew fainter.

Remus whimpered as his skin quivered, prickled with a thousand pins of fiery ice. Eyes clenched tightly shut, he tossed his head backwards, gasping, in and out in great, tearing heaves like the trapped animal he is becoming. The stench of his own fear reached his nose, thick in the air, mingled with sweat and blood that had been drawn in the night.

"Breathe, Moony, look at me." The pain seared through him again, arching his spine into the air. The voices were almost gone.

With another cry, Remus met his knees, his body shaking, shuddering, as muscles tore and twisted beyond his control. His hands convulsed again, nails digging deeper into flesh, and then the part of his mind that was still human vanished and the cry turned into a yelp, and then a snarl.

He growled, pupils dilating and rancid breath furling into smoky plumes in the brisk night air; he flung both Neona and Sirius away, sending his best friend somewhere into the brush and Neona into the base of willow.

Steadying herself as she climbed to her feet, Neona let out shaky breath when she caught sight of Remus changing. Her side throbbed in agony, sending thunderous charges throughout her skeleton as she felt a change within her.

She had only one choice; Neona pulled off her shirt in one swift movement, dropping it to the ground before moving to pull off her boots and chuck them aside while she tried to regain her normal breathing pattern, feeling herself shiver from more than just the temperature. The change in her fingernails was always the first sign; they grew longer and resembled protracted claws. Neona tried to forget the fact that not only was her physique becoming less human but her musculature was as well, groaning as her limbs gained length, the bones shifting into place.

Through a half-lidded glance, she saw Hermione edging towards Remus. "Hermione, don't…" she tried to warn but her voice failed to reach the young witch who continued towards her professor.

Edging closer, Hermione's lip quivered in fear as she spoke softly. "Professor…" There was no reply which only increased her growing dread. "Professor Lupin?"

He was weirdly gaunt despite his hunched shoulders but what made it more unnerving, was the eerie silence that had drifted over unknowingly, creeping upon them to settle in the darkness, granting them the time to look at the creature before them.

Lupin was no longer himself and instead had become this feral, rancid creature who sung sweetly to the moon, whose teeth dripped with saliva as his gaze lingered ahead, whose eyes were trained upon the three teenagers before him.

Unaware of what had occurred in his absence, Snape glowered dangerously when he clapped eyes on Harry as he staggered to his feet, his hand seizing his collar, the bitterness returning. However, this time it was accompanied with surprise; Potter showed no sign of a struggle and instead, allowed Snape to get a better hold of him which was odd, exceptionally odd.

Snape was eventually brought to his senses when a terrible snarling noise met his ears. Turning on his heel, his eyes widened when he caught sight of the werewolf starting towards them and out of reflex, drew his wand and put himself between the werewolf and the trio who he shoved behind him.

But even Severus Snape couldn't withstand the strength of a werewolf and so, was thrown to the floor with one great sweep of its clawed paw.

Panting now, Neona bit back a scream as her head pounded and the bones in her body continued to shift while fire surged through her limbs and her vision blurred for a split second followed by a moment of unbridled agony that erupted within her, summoning a howl. Slowly she lost the grasp on her mental abilities as the woman finally became the wolf.

Feeling the ground beneath her feet, she started forwards, gradually picking up speed as she ran faster than what would have been possible for any ordinary being. The wind whipped through her fur, as she launched herself into the air and over the body of the willow without much effort before landing on her feet to come face-to-face with the werewolf.

As the werewolf reared, it snapped its long jaws fiercely as it crept closer, its eyes watery and shining with hunger, sizing up the beast that stood before it on all fours.

Golden eyes peered out of dark brown fur and lips pulled back to growl and show white canines. With fore and back legs were straightened to a standing position Neona padded towards the werewolf, moving silently in the night.

Successfully antagonising the werewolf, it rushed forward only to be intercepted by an enormous bear-like dog that had bounded from the brush, latching his jaw around its neck and pulling.

The moon shone down from the sky, gravid and resolute, illuminating the sudden dance of claws that broke out which sent the dog tumbling to the ground, giving the werewolf time to finish what had begun.

Baring her teeth once again, the wolf watched with cold eyes as the werewolf traipsed nearer, causing another hazardously low growl to erupt from within her. Tufted ears swivelled when she caught the sound of human footsteps from behind, making her turn her head.

Seeing the vulnerability, the werewolf struck; its claws connected with the wolf's left eye, tarnishing the flesh that lied there and causing the wolf to snarl in response. The werewolf attacked once more; landing several hits on her forelegs and chest before the dog had intercepted once more, this time locking jaw to jaw with the werewolf.

But as soon as it had begun, the dog was thrown off once again, into the darkness.

Her fur was torn and matted along the bony curve of her haunches, it was the flesh he had ruptured and massacred with his single hits.

She flew at him, enraged, claws landing hits in all places as he tried desperately to dodge with a neat dance of his paws, hoping to shield his sides but all he could do was snarl at her in rebuke which did little to save him.

If anything, that infuriated her further, and he could hear the frustration and agony grating in her throat as she howled.

Unexpectedly, the dog reappeared and bounded into the pair engaged in fight, causing all three of them to hit the ground in a fierce tangle of flashing teeth, glittering claws and savage growls.

But then within the darkness, a yelping, a whining, a dog crying in pain as it was flung into the tall grass.

Yellow eyes met the golden ones, and the werewolf thought about pursuing the wolf again but with another thunderous growl, the werewolf charged after the dog, fleeing.

"Harry!"

"Sirius!" Darting after them, Harry pushed past Snape, aiming to follow them into the night. However, he was cut off by the wolf standing in his way, refusing to allow him passage. "I need to- it's Sirius, I need to help!"

He could see the reluctance within her eyes; she tilted her head in question and concern, staring at him as if to understand him before finally stepping aside.

Feeling a wand pointed at her, Neona threw her head back to see that a human male entered her space, however, the stoic human was of good nature and radiated a strong sense of control and power… Snape.

And with that, the fur receded along with the sharp claws as the pain forced the wolf back to ground while the whimpers of pain became howls that finally turned into screams that then died down to gasps for air.

So much blood… the cloying coppery smell almost made Snape choke as he approached his student. He could see the gallery of slashes that riddled her arms, the ruined skin that masked the deep incisions from the fight.

Across the left side of her face, lied a deep cut that was weeping in irritation, running down her neck which stirred a gasp of horror from Hermione. "Ne, you're bleeding..." her hands flew over her mouth while Snape inspected her wounds more closely.

"Miss Lupin we need to get you to the Hospital Wing."

But Neona refused. "It's nothing, a few scratches is all..."

Her reply didn't settle well with Snape, "What I say goes, Miss Lupin, your wounds are serious and they need to be seen to."

Neona shook her head, pulling away from Snape's hands to stumble into the brush, fleeing before he could get a strong enough hold of her. "I need to go after them…" she muttered to herself as she phased once again, following Harry into the darkness.

A/N: Please read and review, I would love to know what you guys think!

Ezeiel