A/N: Just a random story that popped in my head today! Figured I'd write it out now that I've updated my Choutarou Ootori Story! Hope you like it. This is just a prologue to the story, to explain some stuff. Sorry it's short, hopefully the next one will be longer! But I had to post this right after I began the next chappie, because I think my comp is getting a virus again. It hates me, I swear! So I wanted to post this before it might have gotten harmed. Let me know what you think! Review please!

-Michy

[Prologue/Chapter One.]

Hogwarts was mostly always a calm place, if you ignored the famous battles that had happened there over the years. On a daily scale though, nothing very interesting happened. It wasn't as if there were Great Battles there every day. Not like that time nineteen years ago anyway… But Hogwarts was calm most days. It was no different that day.

People were walking from class to class, eating a late supper, talking away to their friends, doing their homework during their free period, anything and everything. It just depended on who the person was. If the person was Fredrick Weasley II, he was hexing a fellow student. If he was James Sirius Potter, he was helping Fredrick Weasley II. It the person was Rose Weasley, she'd be growling at her cousins, and yelling at them to release the poor third year Slytherin. However, if the person was Sophie Ymonda, she was studying her Defense Against The Dark Arts notes while sitting under the large Oak tree beside the lake, and attempting to ignore the screaming Slytherin and his bullies a mere five feet away from her.

~!Sophie's Point of View!~

They really need to just leave the kid alone already. I can't study like this, and Merlin knows I have to study this now, because I can't tonight. I groaned to myself mentally. I mean, what did the kid ever do to them personally anyway? He was a third year, and Potter and Weasley II were seventh years. They should be more mature than this!

I glanced over to see the poor third year being hung upside down by his ankles via a hex, or maybe it was a charm. I knew the spell, but not which classification it was. I sighed, shutting my book and making my way out toward the group. Pulling my wand (Twelve inch, mahogany, unicorn hair core) from the pocket of my cloak, I flicked it before slowly swishing it. Wingardium Leviosa.

James Sirius Potter loud out a loud 'oomph' as he himself was lifted into the air by his ankles, and the Slytherin boy was released due to Potter's sudden distraction from using his spell. Fred Weasley II paused as well, staring up at his now airborne cousin curiously, and the final cousin, Rose Weasley, smirked a bit, glancing at the culprit.

"Hi Sophie, I was wondering when you'd help me stop these prats." She smiled. I smiled back in return, tiredly. I was feeling a bit… 'sick' that day.

"Yeah, well, Merlin knows I have to study now, and I can't do that with these idiots screaming and laughing a few feet away, you know?" I replied, turning to face James Sirius Potter eye-to-eye while he was still upside down. "Could you kindly refrain from torturing innocent third years while I'm trying to study, Potter?"

He narrowed his hazel eyes into my own bright blue ones, "Innocent? He's a Slytherin! A thirteen year old Slytherin! He's nowhere near innocent!" He cried. I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes he is a thirteen year old Slytherin. But YOU are a seventeen year old Gryffindor, Head Boy no less, named James Sirius Potter. THAT is a much worse offense than being a thirteen year old Slytherin, in my book." I retorted, staring calmly into his eyes, trying to ignore the hilarity of seeing his hair completely under his head. He looked so amusing without the ebony strands falling lightly into his mischievous eyes. He narrowed his eyes, frustration and irritation filling the hazel orbs.

"Yes, and you're a seventeen year old Ravenclaw, Head GIRL nonetheless, named Sophie Elena Ymonda, who is currently hanging me by my ankles, who I think has just topped my hit-list." He grumbled in response.

I snorted, looking into his eyes in all seriousness, "Try me." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. I wasn't much of one to pick a fight, but at least once every month I was ready to rip his head off. He'd easily noticed, but he hadn't said anything, so I assumed that he had just passed it off as my 'time of the month'. He was right. But not in the way he thought it was. I didn't have a 'girly time'. I had something much worse, once a month. I refuse to digress into that, though.

"Oh, I will, Ymonda." He challenged. I raised an eyebrow, before smirking and flicking my wand, making him fly left and right for a minute, before dropping the spell suddenly. He landed smack dab on his head, and I merely walked away with a smirk while he groaned and held his head, cursing at me under his breath.

"I'm sure, Potter. But watch out. I'm not one to mess with." Especially today, I continued in my head. I didn't say it out loud though.

"Seeyah, Sophie!" Rose called out.

"Seeyah, Ymonda." Fred echoed.

"YMONDA!" James screamed.

"Seeyah, guys." I replied, waving behind me in their direction before grabbing my things from under the tree, and walking back up to the castle to get ready for the long night ahead of me.

"Sophie!" I glanced over just in time to be half-tackled to the ground by a blur of blonde hair.

"Hi, Erin." I sighed, patting her on the back as I managed to stabilize my standing. I groaned suddenly as my stomach lurched violently. I looked up at the sky, wincing as I saw the sun beginning to set. I shoved my best friend off me, holding my hand over my mouth as I felt bile beginning to come up. I dry heaved into my hand, running to my dorm and grabbing some clothes. I passed by her on my way back.

"Gotta go, think I'm gonna hurl! Staying in the Hospital Wing!" I lied, although I was feeling rather pukey. I passed right by the Hospital Wing though, and ran outside (past numerous students going inside as it was then curfew), and straight towards the tree by the lake. I watched shakily as the last students entered the castle, and glanced up at a familiar window. I spotted McGonagall looking at me, sending me a small nod, and a jerk of her head in the normal direction. I held back another dry heave, and continued on my way to a different tree. One that I had to jump through the branches of, and down a secret passage way. The Whomping Willow's passage way into the Shrieking Shack.

I crawled through the passageway, into the door, and shut it behind me. I quickly preformed a locking spell on said door, to make sure I wouldn't escape while… incapacitated. I gulped slowly, feeling my body beginning to shake, and placed my clothes in a small closet in the room, shutting its door. I glanced out the single window in the Shack, paling incredibly at what I saw. The full moon had just risen into the sky.

My body began to shake, and I let out a long, loud shriek that turned into a howl midway through as my own body shifted in time with the howl.

A/N: What did you think? Is it good so far? For a prologue anyway? Let me know, please! I'll write more soon I hope!

-Michy!