I , Camilla J. Darkwood sat in my room, the radio on my nightstand turned up slightly to the WWW-Wizarding Wireless Network. I had been listening to the Weird Sisters before the radio switched to reporters talking about things I could really care less about. I was only seven years old after all and couldn't be expected to sit still for long, now could I?

I gazed around her bedroom. It was quite small with many posters, most of them consisting of Quidditch teams-The Kenmare Kestrels and the Hollyhead Harpies. And there were books, stacked in random places, scattered across the floor. loved to read, especially about Hogwarts. I was excited to go and loved listening to my older brother talking about it. He was in his third year currently. I glanced into my mirror, staring at my reflection. Orion, my brother, was in Gryffindor. Did I look like a Gryffindor? I had long brown hair and pale skin, with wide hazel eyes. Orion had gray eyes and dirty blond hair. He certainly had an air of pride about him, no doubt. But I was a quiet girl, not one to get noticed much, not to mention the fact that I was extremely shy. Maybe I belonged in Hufflepuff...No, perhaps Ravenclaw suited me better. I was very smart, after all.

I glanced back at my radio when an interesting tidbit of words caught my attention-SOmething about France. My family and I were going there for a vacation this summer! I jumped back onto my be and cocked my head to one side.

"There have been reports that Fenrir Greyback was sighted frequently in Northern France. The Ministry has been unable to confirm these rumors, but they urge anyone who thinks they might have seen him to contact the Ministry immediately. Fenrir Greyback is a highly dangerous werewolf, a supporter of Voldemort who escaped after the Battle of Hogwarts and has still not been caught."

I thought about this for a moment. I had no idea who Fenrir Greyback was until now. Should I warn Mum and Dad about him before we leave? He must be really bad if they hadn't caught him after all this time...

I shrugged to myself as one of my favorite songs came on. I would tell them later.

It was late out and I couldn't sleep. We were in a fancy hotel in France, and gazed around the city through my window. Thankfully, it was quite secluded where we were staying, and there weren't too many people about-if there were any at all. I sighed to myself and quietly slipped on some shoes, then tiptoed outside. I went around to the back, knowing very well that I shouldn't be doing this. I was never one to cause trouble, but it was so nice out tonight with the full moon and everything. I sat down on a log at the edge of the forest and gazed upwards.

My heart leaped when a branch snapped. My head whirled around, looking for the source, but no one was there. I stood up nervously. It was probably just an animal, but I still walked quickly on my way back to the hotel.

And then there were pawsteps behind me. I turned around to see a wolfish face, teeth bared in a snarl, and then it lunged for my throat.