Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter or any of the characters in it, (though I wish I did) I am just your average potterhead!
Author's Note: PLEASE Review! It makes my life worth living, because what's the point of writing this if I can't see people's opinions. Also please refrain from just writing, "This sucks!" Instead write, "This sucks, write it in third person."Or something along the lines of that because I will always prefer to have a list of things needing correction, than to just have a list of all of the bad things about my Fan Fiction. Thank you and enjoy…
"Daddy, Daddy, watch this!" A bleach-blonde haired girl screeched. A man who seemed to be her father turned around smiling and the girl tumbled in to a cartwheel, the cartwheel everyone does as a kid: arms up, one foot lifted in the air, hands fly down to the ground legs come up all bent, then feet go down a second later, afterwards rolling around on the grass trying to catch your balance.
"Amazing, maybe you'll be an acrobat one day," laughed her father.
"Daddy can you make those sparks with your magic?" The little girl inquired with curiosity twinkling in her eyes.
"Anything for you, Cassie, Let me go and grab my wand, sweetheart."
Tammy's father stepped inside right as the sun set and a brilliant full moon appeared on the horizon.
"Ooh a puppy," Cassandra squealed running toward a dark form, "Hi pup- you're not a puppy are you?" A lean, muscular, monstrous atrocity loomed over her a curious look in its eyes, it sniffed the air and upon catching her scent let loose a roar with its mouth foaming. From the spray spewing forth from the monster's jaws the tiniest droplet of spit landed directly on its prey's nose. Without this droplet Cassandra would have never woken up from the disturbed trance she was locked in. Blinking she realized exactly what the "puppy" was. The great werewolf lunged, and her hands flew up, a pathetic defense against the jaws of death. And she choked out what she believed would be her last word.
"DADDY!"
I woke up sweating, and promptly glanced at the sky through a conveniently placed skylight above my bed, half moon, thank god. I'm fine, but even though the nightmare haunting my dreams was over, I still had to live through the horrible life that nightmare had caused, just hoping I would wake up. My father thankfully saved me from the werewolf, also known as Fenir Greyback, but the wretched wolf still managed to tear a large bite out of my arms. I don't remember the pain, but I still get shocks of it around the full moon. Running my fingers along the Frankenstein-like scars a glint of almost as rugged edged glass caught my eye. I gingerly picked it up, I wonder where it came from, but that question was wiped from my mind as I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Groaning I headed to the bathroom, I looked like one of those zombies from muggle movies.
My hair which had faded to a brown-blonde transition color from stress was sticking straight up in almost every direction I resembled the Bride of Frankenstein. On the topic of muggle horror movies, I really need to stop comparing myself to them, but seeming as I am one of their frequently featured characters I don't see a point in correcting the habit.
Anyway after three broken hair brushes and five or six curses not to be mentioned here I finally headed down for breakfast, at lunch time.
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" the cheerful voice of her father chirped slicing straight through the grogginess of sleep.
"Yeah, nightmares," I really didn't have to say anything else for him to understand, he knew me well enough to just drop it.
"So remember how we owled those schools and told them about your…ailment, and sought permission to enroll you, well….." He glanced pointedly at the kitchen table at three envelopes all addressed Cassandra Weller. I picked up the first one and grabbed at it attempting to get it open, "Just warning you, I haven't read them so they might just be more rejections…" he trailed of noticing I wasn't listening. I dropped an envelope with the return address Dumstrang and began to read the contents.
Miss Cassandra Jean Weller,
The delegates of Dumstrang received your application, and accepted it, but unfortunately we must review all accepted applications with the parents of current Dumstrang students and the vote to reject your Dumstrang application was unanimous due to you being a lycanthrope so your Dumstrang application is hereby rejected.
Signed
Igor Karoff
Headmaster
"I'm so sorry," my dad sympathized.
"Its fine dad Dumstrang is too far away anyway, it just kind of stings with how close I was to being accepted," I said reaching for the Beauxbeatons envelope.
To: Cassandra J. Weller,
I hope you realized on the application form we specifically stated no half-breeds (exception for Veelas) are accepted into Beauxbeatons. So obviously a lycanthrope like you would not be allowed at the school as you would be a danger to the children. Your application is officially rejected by the Parent Board of Education of Beauxbeatons
Adina Harem
Head of Parent Board of Education
A tear slid down my cheek and onto the letter, how could people be so inconsiderate? It wasn't my fault that I was a werewolf. But people always acted as if it was not a disease, but some horrible choice I made.
"Cassie I know you're upset, but look, there is still one last envelope maybe they said 'yes,'" Dad gestured toward the envelope left on the table.
I shook my head, no way, no how, I am going to sit here and read about a bunch of parents concerned that my "disability" would hurt their kids. Anger bubbled up inside me clawing at my organs tearing its way up my throat, I choked down the scream.
"Come on Cass, this school has always been very open to new students, no matter what their…problems were," Dad pleaded me to open the last envelope.
"Curiosity killed the cat you know…" I trailed off.
"I thought you were a wolf," he said handing me the envelope
Finally, I gave in and slowly opened it careful not rip the envelope. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped that curiosity didn't kill wolves, or at least didn't reject them from schools. With that in mind I slid out a letter labeled Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Dear Miss Cassandra Jean Weller,
Miss Weller, though we might need extra precautions we see no reason to withhold you from attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please note we will not be expressing your lycanthropy to the other teachers and parents, but please note ALL staff will be informed, but will have no say in your attendance.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Dad, I'm in," I stated then realizing what I had just said cried out, "I'M IN! I DID IT! I'M GOING TO SCHOOL!"
Dad picked me up and twirled me around shouting 'You did it!' I had never felt this happy in my life. The warmth swelled up inside of me, I first mistook it for sadness then realized it was probably the opposite while sadness traveled downward like rain, happiness started in my chest then swelled up like an explosion, like the sun. The explosion reached my eyes and tears came crashing down.
"Cassie, sweetheart, are you okay" Dad's brow creased with worry.
I wiped a stray tear away "Never better."
We looked into each other's leaking eyes for a minute then fell into each other's arms smiling. Everything was perfect. For those few moments nothing mattered, not lycanthropy, not motherless daughters, and not even a few sickles left in a bank account. For that minute I was a normal girl with both parents who was extremely wealthy. Too bad all moments end and reality comes in swinging its hammer of havoc.
Author's note: PLEASE review, note I do not yet have her whole life planned out, but just in case you are wondering Cassandra is a year above the Marauders, That means the story takes place in 1970. Please list mistakes in comments. Thanks for reading my first chapter!