--October 31st, 1970; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"So tell me," Aurora looked at me skeptically, "What the hell made you choose me?" It had been a year since we had first met and it was astounding what had happened since then. Ever since I had first spoken to her a month into her first year, we had had a sort of understanding. We looked out for each other.
Finally, I answered, "Because you're dangerous on so many levels, and because on so many levels, you just like me."
Taking her eyes off me, she looked up at the ceiling. "Outsiders…that's all we'll ever be, eh Alastor?" We had foregone the use of surnames a good while back due to certain disagreements over hers.
"I suppose so…I mean what normal second and fourth years would forgo the Halloween Feast to just hang around?" At this, we both laughed weakly, but it only struck home how truly different we were from everyone else—how we could never truly blend in with other people.
Suddenly, she sat up, "I'm not a werewolf, you know." When I gave her a questioning look, she said, "I'm an animagus, that's all. I can't help that I turn into a wolf."
To this, I simply said, "I believe you Aurora." And I really did.