Revealed
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If someone would have seen the animal sitting just outside the Forbidden Forest, they would have a hard time describing the creature. It looked to be a mix between a German Sheppard and wolf, but there were no wolves in the Forbidden Forest or dogs for that matter as students were not allowed dogs as one of their approved pets. And if one brave student would have ventured out in the middle of the night to said spot and tried to make the wolf-dog their pet, they would consider the task to difficult and give up, since the wolf-dog was no pet at all, but an animagi. Though not a student would have taken a guess as to the true form of the wolf, becoming an animagi is a task that very few ever accomplish, especially while still a student at Hogwarts. It can be said though, that this year would be a foreshadow for what would come in the following years, Seeing as though there were four unregistered animagi now attending school, an unheard of and more than likely once occurring event.
The wolf-dog had no idea about the other three animagi; they were not having some secrete unregistered animagi meeting. No, the wolf was just tired of the noise in her common room, it was the first day back from break and everyone was catching up on the latest gossip.
The wind that was slightly blowing past her fur felt good. She often ran through the Forbidden Forest in her animagi when things became too hard, or she felt that she just had to get away from it all.
She cocked her head to one side in thought; she had never run under a full moon before. As she sat and pondered the thought a loud howl broke through. Her ears cocked up, swiveling to find the direction the howl came from. There! By the Whomping Willow, she slowly rose to her paws, deciding that an investigation was called for. She had never heard another howl while she was out roaming.
No one was ever told what the Willow was really for. What people did know was that it would attack anyone who came within reach of its branches. But as she got closer she noticed the normally swinging branches were oddly still. She hunched down, her belly almost touching the ground, and waited. The sound came again, another long low howl, coming from….under the tree? She inched closer; she could see an opening under the tree!
They say curiosity killed the cat, but lucky for her she was no cat. So based on that logic she decided to venture into the opening. She followed the dirt path; it seemed to be miles long when in reality it was probably only one. Finally she could see light, the ending.
Very slowly she stuck her nose around the opening and took a deep breath. That was one of the positive side effects of becoming an animagi; the strengths of the animal one turned into became theirs. She could smell dog, rat, and strangely enough stag, but that wasn't what caused her the most hesitation, werewolf…she could smell werewolf.
What was a werewolf doing this close to Hogwarts, and what was it doing all cooped up in this place?
Still staying close to the floor she made her way out of the opening and into the building.
The werewolf was backed into a corner held by a big shaggy black dog and the stag. Didn't they know that would only make the wolf more violent not less? No animal liked to be backed into a corner, and she could only assume that a werewolf would find it even more unsavory.
Deciding to voice her opinion, she let out a low bark. All animals turned to her. Well…this was unlikely to be her best decision ever. But it did get the werewolf to stop, if even for a moment, his growling. After her first transformation she read everything she could about wolves and the way they worked. Each pack had a dominate, and she was fine with the werewolf being the alpha.
To prove this point she laid completely down, bring her ears forward in what she hoped was a display of submission.
The werewolf cocked its head to the side, studying her. It pushed through the other two, coming to stop before her. It slowly put its hand like paw on her head, he accepted her. She gave a whimper of happiness, and the werewolf sat down beside her. Content to sit with its new pack-mate.
The black dog and stag seemed to take the hint and sit down as well. Obliviously, they had never thought to show submission before.
Seeing this, the werewolf went and repeated the process he did with the wolf-dog, before returning to his spot by the wolf-dog.
They sat like that for what might have been hours, until the dog moved, pushing the wolf-dog out the entrench and back through the pathway. When they reached the Whomping Willow the sun was just pecking over the horizon. She hadn't meant to stay the whole night with the odd foursome of animals.
They all started to walk back to the school; during her time sitting there she had already decided that the others were like her. But how was she supposed to come out and say it, what if they were professors? She knew Professor McGonagall was an animagi, a cat. Were the other professors' ones as well? She wasn't sure but, she knew that being an unregistered animagi could lead to her being sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison. So she followed the others, hoping one of them would change first.
And thankfully, her luck held out, and soon there were three boys standing in front of her. Sadly it was the Marauders, a group of boys who were in her house, minus one. The group consisted of - Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, and James Potter, only the last three were standing in front of her. And they were all looking at her. They didn't look upset, but they didn't look happy either.
"Well?" Sirius said looking at her, his grey eyes looked dark.
When she went out that night she really did not expect this ending. She felt like she had to choice, so she transformed back. She felt almost naked standing before the most popular boys in the school.
"And who the bloody hell are you?" It was James, his hazel eyes looked almost as dark as Sirius's.
She straitened her back, bringing her to her full 5'3". "Wouldn't you like to know?"
And with that she took off running as fast as she could, narrowly running into Madam Poppy, the med witch. Again, her luck held out and she managed to get to the Gryffindor Tower without the boys getting her.
Really, she hadn't meant to run off like that. She just hated the tone Potter took with her, and she knew it wouldn't be long until they knew who she was. And besides, it was actually fun… pulling something over the Marauders.
This is my first story, I will have it on another site too. They are taking forever in getting it posted though since they review every one.