Well, this is the revised version of Lone Wolf No More. I had actually started it way back when, but was not happy with it and deleted it. This about my OC Logan and how she make her way through Hogwarts in her first year.
Enjoy!
Prologue
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"Richard, you need to do it." said a young Fenrir Greyback. The man beside him didn't respond, though it was quite clear that he had heard him. Their robes scraped the ground, but they didn't care if they got dirty. A chilly wind picked up, making leaves whirl around in a circular motion. The scent of the cold autumn chill filled his senses, giving a sharp pang to his throat and lungs.
"Richard, the Dark Lord…it's your mission."
The man beside him stopped in mid-step, turning to his partner. "I know…" The man's green eyes narrowed slightly as he resumed his walk. Fenrir followed him. "When do you want me to?" he asked. Regarding Fenrir's liking to infect small children, this one seemed to bother him. Mainly because the child was his friend and partner's daughter. Plus, Richard had done nothing to upset him in any way.
"Soon, I'll have to send Natalie out." Richard said. "Did you take the Wolfsbane Potion?" he asked, stopping again, awaiting the answer. Fenrir nodded, scanning his friend's face. He had only taken it this once, other than that, Wolfsbane Potion was never made for him.
"Keep your hood up." Richard remarked, noticing the slight fall of his partner's hood. The werewolf pulled it farther down his face and the two continued on their way towards Richard's home.
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"Natalie, I need you to leave."
The woman stood there, glancing over at the small girl lying on the couch, asleep. Her daughter's short brown hair curtained her eyes, the eyes she had inherited from her father. Natalie looked up at Richard, then to Fenrir, who nodded. She returned the nod and left the room, standing outside. What did her daughter do to become tangled up in the Dark Lord's plans; she was only six for heaven's sake. It seemed even if the Dark Lord died, his plans never did. Her mind was clouded with thoughts on why in the world she had married such a cold-hearted man…oh, she knew why…she loved him and he had not bore the Dark Lord's mark at the time she had gotten married, but that did not mean he hadn't been a follower to Lord Voldemort.
A tear ran down her cheek when she heard Fenrir transform and her little girl wake up, to only scream and cry out in pain. Natalie fell to her knees when she watched as her husband carry the small girl, who was surrounded by a black cloak, away from the house.
"Come Natalie, your service is needed now."
The woman stood up, to only back away when a disgruntled figure followed her husband out. She gasped when the figure looked at her, and noticed Fenrir's wolfish eyes sparkle and he walked behind Richard and the small girl.
Natalie bit her lip, running towards the three.
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She had been asked to double back and grab seven things that she wanted her daughter to keep. Natalie had rushed to her room, grabbing the already gathered things. She knew that this event was to happen soon, but she wished it had been later.
A guitar to keep her daughter occupied during the long, lonely days and nights. Some joy had to be in the girl's life and music had always brought joy to Natalie when her husband was off on missions. A small piccolo was encased secretly in the guitar case. It was sterling silver with real pearl keys, attached to it was a hole that had a chain around through it.
An Advanced Potion making book when all the papers of common potions stuffed in there too. Her daughter needed something to help her when she got sick or hurt or something.
Her brother had left her daughter a set of Gobstones and a Wizard Chess board to play with her friends, even though she didn't have any (this fact wasn't known by Natalie's brother). Both games could sharpen the girl's strategy skills.
A moon chart that changed every month and showed the days the full moon would be present. This would help her prepare…
A small portable radio that would bring good music into the cottage.
Finally, her best cloak was set in the small chest. Her father had bought it for her when she was engaged for a present. It was midnight black with a silver collar. It kept her warm on cold nights and it would probably keep her young one warm. In the pocket of the coat, was a small key, the key to the family vault at Gringotts.
Natalie hoisted the chest up and walked out, catching up to the carriage that her husband had summoned. She sat the chest next to her wrapped up daughter and managed to keep her tears back.
She was a monster now…Logan Wolfram, her only daughter and child, was a monster…
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Richard laid his child down in the middle of the wooden floor. He swiftly left the room, but the sound of his feet woke her up, eyes fluttering open. "Daddy?" she asked, sitting up and staring at the still figure. The man exited the building and Logan stood up, running towards her father.
When she reached the outside, moon engulfing her, she stopped dead in her tracks. Falling to her knees, she grabbed her head, screaming in pain. Dark fingernails sprouted, replacing her clear ones. Hair started to grow thick on her body and her pupils dilated. In no time at all, a second wolf, smaller wolf, stood in the middle of the road.
"LOGAN!!" Natalie yelled, running towards her transformed daughter. The wolf looked up, curling its lips back and growling. It started to sprint towards the couple and Richard pulled his wife close to him, pulling his wand out, ready to attack.
Fenrir looked over his shoulder and jumped over Richard and Natalie's heads, blocking the young werewolf's way. The other didn't stop, only wanting the blood that she smelled. Fenrir caught the wolf's face with his claws, knocking the other with such force that she fell to the side. Fenrir jumped into the moving carriage, looking back at the young wolf.
"Obliviate!!" Richard yelled, pointing his wand at the wounded wolf. The spell searched for something resembling a human's memory and found it. All the good times, bad times, the times when Logan had seen her father and mother sneak out, the large man known to be the most savage werewolf in the world, would be gone when she would wake up.
Her past of family, little friends, and everything would be gone, but her skills and the remembrance of being a werewolf.
Every time she would look into the mirror, she'll be reminded of what she was…a monster…a werewolf…a child with no memory…all the important information was gone forever.
"Good-bye, my Logan…" Natalie whispered, crying silently.
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, J.K. Rowling does.