Third-Generation Werewolf
A/N Okay so this is a story I wrote quite a while ago now, quite a few of the things in it don't really follow cannon, as the werewolf curse passing through generations and from fathers to daughters. Teddy Lupin is a werewolf which he is not in cannon, and all the Weasley/Potter siblings aren't cannon characters either. Some have the same kind of names but some don't. I really hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry it's not the best thing in the world. I may come round to re-writing it but that wont be for a long time. I enjoy critical analysis which can also help with my chance of re writing it and I just hope you enjoy the story line. So I will hand my charge over to Tonks Andromeda Lupin…
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My name is Tonks Andromeda Lupin, and I am a third-generation werewolf. Even though my mother is half-French, I have no French accent.: I am much more Weasley-Lupin than Delacour. So, as I said, I am a third-generation werewolf. My father's a werewolf, and my granddad was a werewolf too. My grandma was a Metamorphagus, but that stopped with my dad. I am really good friends with Jane Ginevra Longbottom, Fred and James Potter (all three are my cousins), and my last friend is Bella Goyle. We're all in Hufflepuff House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and are very proud of it. My father was in Hufflepuff, but my mother was in Ravenclaw, I prefer my father, so I am happy,. although I have to go to the tower on my own, because when my dad took someone with him, he had an accident: you don't want to know.
There are no other werewolves at Hogwarts, and only the teachers, my friends and my family know about me. Most people don't even know my dad is one. Professor Bains makes my Wolfsbane Potion. Even though I know his first name is Jeremy, he is still strict, and I have to call him Professor Bains in class. He is supposedly as bad as Severus Snape, and if Snape was as bad as the stories would have me believe, that's not good. So, I try to only have to see Professor Bains to get my Potion, and in Potions lessons. I cannot believe that after all these years they still haven't got a cure for my so-called "condition", but maybe these things aren't meant to be cured.
Outside the Shrieking Shack, I am the class nerd:, the one who sits with her nose in a book all the time, the one whose notes take up four rolls of parchment while the others use only one. I like to read, except my books are not non-fiction, they're Muggle fiction. I am fascinated by it, by what they say about dragons and werewolves especially. I can't believe that they got werewolves right, how they transform on the full moon and how painful it is. They only got the bit about silver bullets wrong, kind of, as any Muggle form of killing will do.
This year we weren't aloud to go in the forbidden forest, well not the usual strange animals something different, something strange. This was bothering me, so one morning after breakfast, I stopped Hagrid on his way out of the Great Hall.
"Hagrid, what's going on in the Forest? The howling, the spiders... I've been at Hogwarts long enough to know it's not normal. And it must be bad, if even you aren't allowed to set foot in there." My words came out in a jumbled rush; it takes a lot to scare a werewolf, but I'd heard enough from my family about weird stuff happening at Hogwarts to have me worried this time.
"All I know is the Headmaster included me this year when he declared the Forest off-limits. And he ain't told me why, but you can bet your last Bertie Bott's Bean he knows something,." said Hagrid. He looked worried enough that I believed him. It takes a lot to scare a half-giant, too.
That was when my owl, Twiggle came with a letter from my dad. It was very short:
Don't look for it, I know you.
Dad xx.
"How did he know something was up?, Even we don't!" I said. Hagrid looked at me.
"Your dad works for Sallie McGonagall, Midnight's niece., How else do you think he would know?"
So we left it at that. I knew my dad would never tell us, so there was no point in asking.
The next day, our Transfiguration teacher was away, and as there were no teachers free, we got the lesson off. James Potter and I were walking around the grounds: the others were in the library studying for a test that we weren't taking. We were walking along the edge of the Forest when we saw something move.
"What's that?" I said, but James just shrugged.
As we walked towards the Forest we saw a man lying on the floor., James ran up, but I stayed back.
"James, don't run off., Let's just get a teacher."
But he was already there and trying to help the man.
"Come and help me, Tonks!"
I hesitated, but moved to help James. As I got to him, the man got up and smiled at us both. With no warning, another man and a woman grabbed us. We were both too scared to react, and the man just laughed.
"Now, you are 're not going to say anything to anyone about us, are you? Because if you do, we will kill you, and your family, and your friends, got it?"
We both nodded and they let go of us. We ran straight for the castle.
I was really upset and had no idea what to do, so I went up to my dormitory and cried. I have never been one to cry at little things, and gossip about my sudden weepiness went round the school like wildfire. My Head of house, Professor Longbottom, (Jane's mum) came up to see me.
"Tonks, what is it? I know the full moon's approaching but you usually cope so well. You know if there's something wrong, you can tell me. Your parents trust me to look out for you."
"Honestly, Professor, there's nothing wrong. I just don't feel well today."
"You're ill? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Professor Longbottom asked, looking concerned. I felt horribly guilty lying to her, but I couldn't tell her what the real problem was. The only person I could talk to about this was James, and he didn't want to talk about it.
"No, I'm OK, Professor. I just need to rest for a while. A bit of chocolate and I'll be fine in the morning."
She looked doubtful, but seemed to accept it, and left me alone.
Later that week, Hagrid invited me round for a bit. I had the day off because there was a full moon tonight, and I looked really rough. Hagrid sat me down with a massive mug of hot chocolate and we sat by the fire
"What's wrong? You ain't normally like this."
"I just don't feel myself, but I'll get over it."
We then just talked about how our week went and what we did.
The sun was beginning to set, so I went to a tower over by the forest. The Shrieking Shack had been knocked down after Voldermort took it over , so my dad's headmistress, Minerva McGonagall, built him a tower for his transformations. Now that's where I go at the full moon. I hated being near the Forest, just remembering that night. But I knew I would hurt people if I didn't get to the tower in time, so I ran. I kept my Wolfsbane Potion at the door, so I picked it up and walked into the tower.
Inside the tower was a circular room with a bed, some pillows on the floor, and a desk and chair right by the door. I kept a pile of books there to while away the time while I waited for the change to come.
Half an hour to go.
I got my favourite dragon book out and sat on the bed and began to read. I kept looking down at my watch. I hated this part, just waiting for it to happen, waiting on my own without anyone to talk to.
10 minutes to go.
The time dragged, feeling as though every minute lasted five. It was horrible. I had already learnt all about dragons, werewolves and trolls, and now I was on to ogres.
5 minutes to go.
Now was the time to take my Potion; down in one gulp. The Potion was just disgusting.
Then it began. The change is excruciating, the sensation of bones being reshaped, my anatomy collapsing in on itself and reforming, hair coming out of my pores to cover my body. You cannot imagine the pain.
And then, there I was, on all fours, staring into the mirror above the desk.
Staring back at me was a thing. A werewolf.