The sun rose slowly over the similar looking house of godrics hollow. Allan looked over his daily journal. he had a hard day, his job was tiring. He worked for the Ministry Of Magic as an auror. He looked over his latest profile and looked back on last nights journal entry.
LOG 415. 7th december 1995..
I traced Him to the mountians of Albian, To this little run down village. I didnt know what he was up to, But i had a fair idea. There was plenty of young witch and wizards, And he likes to attack them young. He thinks there better to raise. I watched him from a distance as he sulked around a bunch of little houses. The sun was still setting as this point, And tonight was a full moon,Thats when he is at his most dangerous. A few people looked at him and ran off. I didnt know if he said something or just his build scared them off, But it must of been bad as the were terrified.
He ventured into a little pub, So i sat up on the hill around a fire and kept an eye on the place. He wouldnt stay in there for long i thought to myself. The warmth and the treck i've had the last few days put me into a deep sleep. When i awoke the moon was high in the sky, And screams were coming from the town, I quickly extinguished the fire and apparated behind one of the closest buildings. I heard a howl i knew so well, The werewolf was near.
I looked around the side of the house and seen trails of blood leading into the pub, I slowly crept out and looked around,Thats when i heard the howl once again, This time right behind me. I turned around and there he stood, Twice as tall, Long and lanky, But unlike other werewolves i've encounted he was different, He had plenty of scars across his body, Battle wounds you could say.
He took a big swing and i just missed his stong and powerful claws, In doing so i fell backwards, I pulled out my wand and yelled 'stupify' he flew backwards and felll in a heap. I have had encounters with werewolfs and i know one tiny spell wouldnt do anything. The werewolf started to move, i hid behind the closet rock i could.
The werewolf got up to his feet. He must of knew i was there because he jumped over the rock, As he landed he let out a bloodcurling howl and took a swing, I could'nt roll out off the way. Just as his claw slashed the side of my face i dissaperated, Pain seered all accross my body as i looked in the mirror, And there they were. Three deep scratches across the side of my face. Its the first time he managed to wound me. I just hope i dont have any side effects.
Allan..