AN: This is my first ever fanfiction. I know it's short, but if I get any decent reviews I promise I'll write more, longer, chapters. If you've read it, review it! Please? XD
WEREWOLF.
It was written everywhere. Those giant, blood red letters screamed out like sirens. I turned around, but that word kept materialising where ever I looked. I ran through the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but there was no escape from the truth. What I was horrified me beyond belief, more than it could ever horrify others. But still the word gleamed from every surface, be it wall, ceiling or floor.
WEREWOLF.
I stopped running and felt my knees collapse as if I had fallen victim to a jelly legs jinx. I somehow managed to stand up, and I saw that the word had printed itself on my patched trousers. I reached for my wand and found it in my jacket pocket.
Tergeo!
The spell had no effect upon the words.
I looked up, and saw the crescent moon suddenly turn into the glowing orb that so many students mistook for a crystal ball. I screamed as my pupils dilated and my body and brain became no longer under my control.
My own screaming became fainter, then louder again, as if it were a radio tuning in and out. As it reached its maximum volume, my eyes opened. I closed my mouth and found myself sitting in bed.
I was safe.
But still…
WEREWOLF.
It was all I could think about, at the moment, all that I feared, ever. I looked at my surroundings, the dormitory that became my home since I received a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I reached out and held the clear sphere that was sitting on the chest of drawers next to my four-poster bed. As soon as it touched the palm of my hand, it glowed red. What was I forgetting?
I looked out to the sky.
The remembrall turned clear.
WEREWOLF.