Hi, this is my first long story in English (I'm not a native speaker) so don't eat me if there are some errors in grammar or wrong words. Please let me know if you find any, I'd be happy to correct them. Then warnings about this text, this will include sexual situations, some will be pretty hardcore, there will be violence, use of language and incredible amount of wolves and pack hierarchy both in wolf forms and in human forms. Some of it might be similar to BDSM or pedofilia. And this is NOT a slash story, if you are here and waiting for slash you might as well stop reading because there will be absolutely nothing, not even hints of slash between main characters. But, I hope you like this story and please be free to review.

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The girl held her trolley staring at the solid brick wall in front of her with blazing eyes. Her name was Ariána Cherry and she was very unhappy with the situation she was currently in. The start of her summer was wonderfully nothing unusual; she had been enjoying calm and warm weather and touch of the summer rain against her fair skin and planning a summer holiday trip to Italy to visit her papa's side of the family. Then, couple of weeks ago, her family had dropped a bomb; they had enrolled her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to complete her magical education along with other children in the Wizarding World. Ariána was not happy with her parents' decision they made in her stead, forcing her to attend Hogwarts only for her seventh and final year, which as far as Ariána was concerned, was never a good thing. Even now, Ariána could remember her father and mother's expressions and tones when they exclaimed the so-called happy news to their only daughter.

"Ariána," Conall Cherry, Ariána's father, said in a lazy drawl. Rina just shot a bored gaze to him crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive gesture noting quite happily the tightening of his father's eyes in response the her behaviour. Ariána's mother, Maisie, sat comfortably in a wicker chair leaning against her palms in a way Ariána hated passionately.

"We have sensational news for you, dearest!" Maisie said in a voice shaking with joy and Ariána furrowed her brow warily. Her eyes, as grey as iron, glanced towards her mother's stomach area. No, she was not with child – at least visibly, so she would not be having a sibling. Beyond that, Ariána had no idea what her parents might be telling her.

Mr. and Mrs. Cherry exchanged a look of disappointment. It was clear they had been waiting their only daughter to be excited.

"We have come to a decision that you are not to study magic at home anymore."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Ariána demanded. She was starting to have bad feelings about the direction this conversation was heading. That could not mean what she thought it meant, could it.

"Your father and I have owled professor Albus Dumbledore." Ariána just stared her parents with empty eyes.

"We have reached an agreement that you are to complete your Wizarding education at much respected school in here in the Great Britain; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Dumbledore is a Headmaster there." Maisie beamed at her daughter. "I would say that Hogwarts is one of the best Wizarding schools in the entire world, dearie."

Ariána tried to open up her mouth to disagree but her joyous parents did not give her a single chance.

"The semester begins on September first and we have already bought you a train ticket." Something in Maisie Cherry's voice told Ariána the conversation was over and it was better just remain silent and surrender.

Moan escaped Ariána's lips before she could prevent it. She had hated passionately the mere thought about common school and have not still found enough strength to actually embrace the idea. She just couldn't see the point behind it, going into a school only for one last year doomed to be the new girl in webs of deep-forged webs of friendships. Besides, Ariána had a premonition she was going to be the one to stare, one to disregard, one to call weird. She was certain she was not going to make any friends. Sighing deep, she pushed one streak of bluish black hair behind her ear and away from her heart shaped face.

She uttered an angry mutter and violently pulled her trolley toward the platform nine and three quarters. After sliding through the solid brick wall, she glared death to the view in front of her. She did not want to be here. The platform itself was a majestic view and started to lessen the anger that raged inside Ariána. She just could not keep being angry at anyone for any reason when she was looking upon a view like that was staring right into her face. A startlingly red train was covering the whole of the platform area with a silverly smoke cloud that seemed to tickle her lungs with every breath. Platform was crowded with people dragging trolleys similar to Ariána's and a quick peek at the clock told her it was time to hurry up if she wanted to catch the train on time. For a moment she felt tempted by the idea of missing the Hogwarts Express (as the plate on the top of the platform so gladly told her) but after a while she shrugged the thought off and walked towards the train thinking of the rage her parents would show their beloved daughter if she dared to miss the train.

She have not got far when she kicked a stone in her childish fit of sudden rage and stood terrified watching as the stone hit back of the head of the complete stranger. Ariána slammed her hands over her mouth in complete shock. She has not meant to do that!

"Oh fuck, fuck, I am so sorry!" she kept whispering as the person hit by her stone turned around gently massaging the back of his head. Ariána just kept staring. She has not meant to hurt anyone. Moreover, definitely not a person who, according to his appearance, seemed to be a student himself.

The boy she had hit with the stone turned round and look straight at Ariána's desperate grey eyes that begged forgiveness. She was so terrified of her actions that she totally missed the laughter in the boy's green eyes. Ariána was on the edge of tears when the boy she had hit tilted his head and gave a small though pained smile.

"That's okay," he said in a stable voice that had an edge of pain. That only made Ariána feel worse and she hid behind her hair to escape from the uncomfortable moment. An embarrassed blush made her cheeks hot as she shyly peeked through the veil of her black hair, only to see her male companion still rubbing the back of his head.

"I assume it was not as okay as you claim as you are still rubbing the back of your head." Ariána smiled.

The boy with hair of the colour of a wheat field startled and sighed a surprised 'oh' before lowering his hand. Ariána blushed even harder.

"I seriously did not mean to hit you," she muttered, still ashamed.

"Somehow I managed to figure that out," the boy smiled. His green eyes glistened with laughter as Ariána peeked through her hair.

Ashamed smile stretched her lips as the boy squinted.

"I'm Remus by the way."

Ariána did not have an opportunity to return the favour and introduce herself as the train whistled to mark the time to get aboard. Remus waved his hand before disappearing into the train, leaving Ariána alone with her trunk and trolley to find an empty place in the train on her own.

She dragged her trolley along the train, trying to find an empty spot for her to sit down for the journey. She However, she soon had to accept that there was no empty space in the train, every seat were occupied for most parts and she did not have any desire to intrude anyone's compartment if she had other choices. When Ariána watched happy, laughing faces of the students, she suddenly felt a sting in her heart, indicating that she felt oddly out of place and like an intruder for their privacy. She swallowed hot tears that tried to start rolling down her cheeks and resisted the immense urge to hide her face in her hands and just go away. She was certain that she had no chance at all to make friends with anyone, they had their own friendships and Ariána thought she had no right to ask for friendship... from anyone.

The sound of compartment door sliding open was enough to tear Ariána's attention of her miserable thoughts and the girl lifted her gaze warily. A shocked hiss escaped from between her lips when she realized she was looking straight into a very familiar pair of green eyes right in front of her face. She felt unable to breathe as she recognized Remus and prepared to flee.

Remus rubbed his head and grunted. 'I was just wondering if you would like to come to our compartment. Everywhere else is full, I think, and we are happy to give you a seat.' Remus smiled shyly as he noticed how black haired girl startled at his question and failed completely in her trying to cover it. Slight incline of head told Remus that the girl was at least considering his offer.

"This might be your best chance to find a seat that is at least quite calm and quiet,' he smirked. 'Unless you are frightened of four seventeen-year-old Gryffindors."

Remus saw how girl's eyes blazed in displeasure of Remus' words. She clearly did not like what Remus was hinting with his words. Girl lifted her shoulders in a way Remus knew was definitely pride and she shook her hair away from her face before she nodded sharply.

"Fine", she snapped and stared Remus hard, clearly waiting him either to step aside or to guide her into their compartment.

Remus snorted and moved back in to the compartment and sat back onto his seat. A moan escaped from his lips when he saw Sirius' mischievous wink he cast to the girl before patting the bench next to him. Remus concealed his next moan. He would have told Sirius not to try to flirt with the new girl if she had not already joined them in the compartment. Now he just thought it was best to keep his mouth shut and just wait and see how the situation would advance. Maybe Sirius would not do anything inappropriate. A small part of his mind did though think that it would be wiser to open his mouth and say at least something, Sirius was his friend and Remus feared he would go a bit too far with his flirting and he did not actually want to scare the new girl off before they could talk to her and try to get to know her.

The mentioned new girl appeared to be standing in the compartment, looking a bit lost before Sirius got up and helped her lift her trunk up to the shelf over their benches. She sat on the bench opposite to Remus and Sirius immediately took advantage of that. He sat next to her and threw his arm casually around her shoulders ignoring the killing look she gave him. Remus had to fight off his laughter.

"I'm Sirius Black," Sirius said casually and Remus hid behind his hands. Sirius managed to make a simple introduction sound like flirting – it probably was flirting or at least Sirius meant it to be. A look in girl's eyes told Remus she had figured it out also. She did not say anything but gave Sirius an uneasy smile. Then the girl gave Remus the biggest shock so far.

"Ariána." Her answer was casual, nothing flirtatious there and Remus could see Sirius noticed it too. Remus decided to give Ariána a way to escape.

"If you find his behaviour disturbing you can always come here. I promise not to flirt." The only response he got was just a pretty smile and a shake of head. Remus hid his disappointment.

"Haven't seen you before," Remus murmured and had to fight a giggle that wanted to escape from his lips when he saw Sirius' mournful look. Sirius clearly did not like when Ariána was not paying all her attention to him.

Ariána smiled although the smile did look a bit strained to Remus. "My parents decided to send me to Hogwarts to complete my studies amongst the other children of Wizarding World."

Remus saw the suppressed anger beneath her smile that never left her face. She clearly had not told them everything but Remus knew better than to push. She would tell them when she was ready – and if she chose not to tell them it was her choice and Remus would be okay with it. She did have her own life and it clearly was not Remus' business if something was going on there.

"Sirius and I have already introduced ourselves but these others haven't. This is James," messy haired boy waved from his seat next to the window, "and this is Peter." A mousey little boy smiled at Ariána and avoided looking at her eyes.

"And you are all... Gryffindors?" Her hesitation with the last word told Remus she was not familiar with different Houses and he decided to tell her something before his friends could have the opportunity to pass their prejudices on to her.

"Yes. There are in total four Houses in Hogwarts. We are Gryffindors and belong to the Gryffindor House. Other three are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Every House has their own characteristics and students are Sorted into Houses depending on those characteristics. Basically every House is the same but there are some prejudices and some people think one House tends to be better than another and there are some rivalries but I think they are just stupid." Remus smiled. "I'm not actually the right person to describe the Houses. You should talk to professor McGonagall, she's the Head of Gryffindor House and the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts. She's the one dealing with the Sorting ceremony."

Ariána nodded and turned to gaze outside. Remus smiled when she said sharp "don't touch me!" to Sirius and the boy moved away and started sulking. Remus suppressed a laughter and said: "Stop pouting" to Sirius ignoring the tongue he stuck out to Remus. Maybe someday Sirius would learn that not every woman in this world wanted to date him.

After a while Sirius and James started discussing about Quidditch and Peter, Ariána and Remus sat quietly gazing from the window until the express reached Hogsmeade station and was time to get off the train and travel to Hogwarts by horseless carriages. Remus was rewarded with a shy smile when he helped Ariána with her trunk. He responded with a nod and then headed to their carriage and noticed Ariána was not joining them. He sighed and turned to stare death at Sirius.

"You couldn't help yourself, could you?" Everyone knew what he meant and Sirius blushed in the dark cocoon of shadows inside the carriage.