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The first time Cosima meets her she does not even know it is her until months later. It is the first day of her sixth year at Hogwarts and unlike her sisters she already manages it to be late. It does not help at all that her first class is on the other side of Hogwarts' ridiculously wide school grounds that she flies past in a whirl of black and white and blue, chest heaving and breath puffing in the already chill morning air.

More annoying than the pang in Cosima's side, that builds up slowly until it burns like dragon's fire, are the three shadows emerging from under the first trees that mark the line to the forbidden forest, a place where it is still night and dark and cold.

The Ravenclaw has barely time to look where she puts her feet but she has time for a quick prayer to Merlin that the three Slytherins would not bother her. Although Rachel and Allison are sporting the same green and silver as the striding head of the trio, looking paler than the Headless Nick in morning's twilight, Cosima's family has a problem with Slytherins and especially Draco Malfoy since day one.

On her third day in Hogwarts Sarah screamed bloody murder, ready to turn the other boy into a rat and throughout the years each of the five sisters had their fair share of Malfoy's skullduggeries, some of them lesser and with more grace than the others. Cosima is the one that gets the biggest share and takes it with the least grace of them all. She is glee and sunshine and full blown laughter all wrapped into her tiny body and it does not matter that the people around her do not understand her most of the time, she is liked by everyone, well almost.

Draco Malfoy hates her, never missing a chance to show her, just like on this morning, at which, apart from not wanting to be pushed around, Cosima has like zero time for him. But he picks on her relentlessly so when Cosima tries to rush past them, wishing that not even one of her long dreadlocks touches one of them, Goyle sends her crashing to green grass still wet from dawn's kisses.

She is a groaning and cursing heap on the ground the next second with her books scattered in every direction around her, the boys' laughter ringing in her ears like sirens.

Cheeks red with embarrassment and from her record sprint to Herbology, she is cursing and hissing, trying to snatch her homework on the correct use of valerian roots out of the first rays of piercing sunlight:

"Fuck. Shit. Bollocks!" she cries frustrated.

"Stumbled over your own two feet again, Niehaus?" Malfoy whickers a couple of yards away from her.

Pushing crumbled parchment back into her bag Cosima would like, very much, to tell him to fuck himself but she does not need more bruises, she already feels one forming on her hip.

"Oi, Niehaus! I'm talking to you!" Malfoy yells not liking being ignored, voice trying to sound dominant and aggressive and intimidating but Cosima only registers denied attention. It is not often that she is so annoyed or angry at the obnoxious boy that she stands up to him. Sarah and Helena do that for the whole lot of them. Today, though, her patience is thinner than the silk of his shirt:

"And you see I'm not talking to you!" she barks back at him still crouched on the grass, wetness and coldness already seeping through her stockings. The Ravenclaw realizes her mistake before she registers the blonde's face.

Bad idea, Niehaus!

One short look that lasts not longer than a heartbeat is passed between Malfoy and Goyle and Cosima abandons her books and clumsily crawls backwards. She is not sure he is actually going to hit her but Crabbe and Goyle have brains that house less intelligence than a jellyfish's and they do whatever they are ordered to. And Malfoy has a murderous look on his normally paper white face.

Cosima gives up on crawling, bravely preparing for the soon to come pain because, really, everything else would look quite pathetic and she has dignity. Nonetheless she shuts her eyes tight when she feels Goyle's shoe touching hers.

A sudden very disturbing, very girly shriek makes her open them again a second later because she is sure she is not the one sounding like a five year old girl, the three boys are. Their eyes are glued to Cosima's left, comically grimaces on their faces, looking one hundred percent ready to pee themselves. The situation is not appropriate, it is never appropriate to laugh at him but the sound is already bubbling up her throat, ready to escape her mouth in a small giggle at the sight of Malfoy shitting his pants.

Then she looks too, eyes peering from under her thick glasses and her heartbeat is a bad dancer staggering out of its rhythm, her fleeting happiness dying on her lips.

In all of the soft morning light's glory stands a giant wolf its fur glowing like liquid gold.

The view is breathtakingly beautiful and enchanting and utterly terrifying. Cosima's breath staggers in her lungs as if it is as afraid as her, making her choke and highly reconsidering her pride and crawling backwards on all fours.

Even more so as the giant beast pads slowly closer to their little group completely aware of the affect it has on them and its absolute superiority while Cosima's brain is scared into some kind shock unable to tell that her she's a witch and Malfoy looks way beyond frightened, clearly not able to remember where he put his wand.

The closer the wild animal gets the bigger it looks from Cosima's position, she's sure, although she has trouble breathing, that the wolf would reach her hip would she be standing. From her position it looks as big as a giant, albeit like a beautiful majestic giant. Despite of the terror making her small form tremble the teenaged girl is in complete awe over what she sees. She is a child of science, loving to pick apart the molecular reasons for DNA replication, learning and adoring how the combination of different chemical elements can create new things and which biochemical transmitter fits which receptor but she is a child of nature too, believing that they are two inseparable forces in the world, one always being part of the other. Science is often able to leave her speechless with its endless possibilities and its complexity but today nature knocked the air right out of her body.

Cosima blinks rapidly at the tall animal, refocusing on the reality around her and is equally relieved and disappointed that the wolf doesn't seem to have any interest in her. Its big rich brown orbs full of thousand colors, like its iris never could settle for only one, are directed at Goyle with an intensity Cosima can feel from where she sits on the ground.

The growl sounds like the rumble of thunder in nights so terrifying that Cosima and her four sisters slept in the same bed and as powerful as a forbidden curse. The Ravenclaw is surprised that Goyle is still standing, not yet having the decency to faint. When the wolf growls again long and threatening, baring its long sharp fangs, he reels and dashes as fast as possible away from Cosima crying at the top of his lungs. Malfoy and Crabbe don't waste another second and follow, being the ones stumbling over their own feet now.

This time Cosima cannot help herself but grins widely, chuckling softly to herself, staring after the retreating Slytherins. But at the sound the wolf twitches its big ears and turns its massive head to her. Her laughter fades away, the last note of a soft piano piece and her breath gets lost in the darkness of her chest again, though for entirely different reasons. The wolf's beauty is so radiating Cosima wants to bask in it like in warm sunlight on the first day of spring. She inhales carefully when the beast comes closer to her, its steps even more cautiously as if it doesn't want Cosima to be scared.

Cosima is completely unable to move even as the wolf's paws reach her shins she is glued to the grass, to this spot, to this moment unable to grasp the reality of it all, completely unaware of the fact that she might get bitten. When the wolf comes nearer still, four paws on either side of her body now, she lets her body fall backwards accepting to be pinned to the soft grass, the rush of her own blood in her ears, drowning out every other sound around her.

She gets hypnotized by swirls of brown and gold, ready to drown in them without feeling sorry. Cosima does not believe in souls and even less in animals having souls but in the wolf's gaze is a depth she has never seen before neither in another animal nor in another human. Then a wet muzzle touches her cheek, hot breath making her shiver and then the moment is gone along with its enchanting creature.

Cosima can finally breathe again not thinking at all how late she will be for Herbology.


tbc.