A Marauders Story: A Werewolf In Hogwarts

Hey so this is my SECOND attempt to write a marauders story and I wasn't quite read to commit to the first one.

Sorry for anyone who wants me to continue that story, I will not be.

Thank you, if you have read this far into my A/N.

Summery: There were five marauders. How does one girl change the whole set up from the moment she met the marauders.

This is set in a AU so don't judge the changes, I don't really care how this affects the future, I love the marauders and want to write a happy changed story and then a will write another one that is sad, but more like a different ending to this one.

The Marauders shouldn't have died, except for Peter he deserved it, this is my story.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter franchise is not mine

Chapter 1: DON'T CALL ME THAT!

Cassandra's POV

Sometimes I hate my family but I usually don't, however, now with my brother running amok and have taken all my undies (AN I'm Australian, deal with it) I just really want to take my mums wand against his head and fire a good hex his way.

Sorry I haven't even introduced myself: my name is Cassandra Elder, yes as in the original purebloods, but tell any one my last name or call me "Cassandra" and your face will be missing from the anatomy of your body.

Okay, so I have some slight differences in my family than there are in others, for example, my eyes always change and look to resemble things like fire, water, steel and everything else, they change really fast, kind of disorientating if you look to long at them.

So, I am eleven years old and have two brothers one older and one younger, my older brother is William and he is fifteen and already at Hogwarts, and my younger brother is eight, his name is Anthony. Yeah I know fancy names huh.

The thing that really sets me apart is that I am a talented natural animagus, that means I can choose any animal to change into, even the magical ones, but my emotions are tied to separate animagius'. No one else can do that in my family, only the minister knows but he can't arrest me, not the daughter of the original purebloods.

My parents prior to my Hogwarts letter had control of my education therefore, I was learning at a very advanced age. So I have learnt many things not on the co-curricular system. Like how to cast year 4 spells and how to identify a werewolf in human form but I don't believe that they are any lesser being than anyone. I hate all prejudice against anyone regardless.

My family doesn't support the pureblood mania, but everyone in my family seems to fall in love with people who are pureblood as well, not my fault really.

Back to the story… I was chasing my brother through the house to get my undies; today I was going to get my wand! But I can't go if I don't have clean undies.

"Get back here you mangy worthless human being!" I yelled to my brother, Andy. Will stepped out of his room looking like someone just stuck a stick up his butt. Will is going into his fifth year, OWLs year, so he was right to get annoyed.

"Andy!" thundered Will, "Give her back her undies"

"Dam straight, you will!" I shouted at the offending brother, "tell you what you give them back and I'll let you live long enough to get to Hogwarts" I could tell the look on my face was scary as hell because even Will cowered back to the safety of his room.

Andy reluctantly handed them back and I gave him a sickly sweet smile that meant he should sleep with one eye open tonight. If there's one thing you should know about me is that I always get even.

"Cassandra, dear, if I don't live to make it to Hogwarts, mother will be very angry with you."

Anger flared through me, getting stronger and stronger by the second, I could feel my anger animagius showing. It's a red and black dragon the size of a large elephant.

"Don't. Call. Me. THAT!" My voice was changing becoming thick and throaty. My body expanded, growing scales and claws the length of my original arms, wings pushing and sabre teeth the size of small swords started jutting out of my mouth. Will exploded out of his room and stood in front of Andy, protecting him.

"Cassie, stop, think of what you're doing, and take control." I could barely hear him through my rage, but didn't attack Andy. I gave a thunderous roar and charge into my room that has a charm to fit my size and provide me with what I need, in this case a giant open window.

I flew over the woods and the lake, that's right we have a lake and woods, just for this kind of purpose. When I get angry, I know I left a path of destruction at home but I have to go back to get my wand from Great-Grannie. You don't stand her up, you come on time and then you give her your time.

I jumped back through the window, in human form, and ran to my dresser to get in my dress my mother chose, so in short, it was so fancy and dressy that I felt afraid even to touch it but at the same time I wanted to wear it and jump crazily in the mud.

I heard a polite nock at the door and prepared myself to face the damage and the inevitable punishment. My mother stood there and she looked at me with slight anger on her face but sorrow in her eyes.

But all she said was: "We're expected."