Emily says: Well, as my forth Harry Potter fan fiction, I hope you like. ..and for those immature people on this site, please, if you have a problem with my story, I rather not here about it. I will only except the reviews trying to give me tips on how to improve my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, except for Josalynn. I only own her and this plot.………………………………................................................................................................

The first few chapters take place ONLY on a full moon, further along in the story, I'll get in between.………………………………................................................................................................

'The Other"

'Written and posted: Thursday, July 22, 2004.'

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Wednesday, October 23, 1976.

Again, Josalynn sat on a dirty old bed, inside the Shrieking shack as a werewolf. She had just changed into the monster and it was urging her to run, but she stayed still. She didn't want to let the werewolf have what it wanted.

She needed to show that she was in control. She needed to show it, she would not fall into temptation. It was a normal day, well, as normal as it could get. The other werewolf was in the other room and she guessed he was pacing, or so she could hear. The animals weren't there tonight.

She wondered why for a moment, but quickly shrugged it off when she saw glowing yellow eyes stare at her from the darkness.

The other one. He was looking at her.

The instinct of territory aroused in side of her, her thoughts drifted away from controlling her emotions, and they were coming out.

The fur upon her back bristled and her tail when straight.

'The other' or so she called him, was taken aback. He was clearly containing his emotions. Apparently he had been changing longer than she has.

She snarled. He just watched, quite amused really.

She mentally sighed and gave up on 'the other'. It seemed she had no effect on him.

She paced a few times before staring around before looking to the door way again. He wasn't there anymore. Curiosity swept over her mind and she crept to the opening. She peered in, to find the other running down the up the stairs, onto the main floor of the shrieking shack.

She cautiously followed, quietly going up the steps, but it was no doubt the other could hear her. When the full moon kicked in, there was just no stopping how strong a werewolf's senses were.

He trotted into a room down the hall, and she followed. She turned to go into the room, only to find the larger werewolf, sitting in the door way, staring at her. Again, her fur bristled, but only because he really quite startled her.

She could tell he was mentally laughing or smiling. He planned this, oh yes, he planned this. Josalynn grunted and pushed past him, entering the room. It was just like the rest. Dusting, dirty and had a horrible smell, only this time, it was a library. Old, tattered books were upon the shelves, and once white sheets covered furniture. It was a lovely library, or it had once been. Now, it was just in decay. Rotting away, dieing slowly, only inhabited by a few animals.

'The other' watched her silently and walked a crossed the room. His gaze fixed on her, like she was some sort of meal. The other just stared at her for some time, taking a seat in the corner of the room. She took the time to take together his features, as he was doing to her.

He looked like any other werewolf. Very long, stilt like legs, with long talons upon their paws. His fur, unlike hers, was gray, as hers was a light brown. His eyes were a yellow orange color, as the rest of their kind.

He slowly advanced toward her, eyeing her carefully. He was quite calm actually. Inside his eyes, Josalynn could see the confusion, she thought that's what her eyes were glowing as well. She didn't know who this boy was, it could be a professor for all she knew. It could be quite true too, he was very large. Or maybe, she was just very little. Very scrawny and short. They stayed in a state like this for a few minutes, examining each other.

She nodded and turned away, but the other gave a small howl. The werewolf inside listened and turned her body toward him. He nodded and seemed to show a small smile. She wonder why, but he figured out, just then that she was new to this monster inside thing. The werewolf was stronger than her for now. You see, this boy knew this, due to he was a werewolf since he was a small boy. He was the most intelligent wizard of his age and quickly knew how to get information off a werewolf. Remus Lupin walked out of the dusted room, disappearing for quite awhile. She didn't find him that night, and something told her he didn't want to be found.………………………………................................................................................................

Will get up next chapter.. ASAP.. Hope you enjoyed it.………………………………................................................................................................