CHAPTER TWO

That night I retire to my bed. The problem is, I can't sleep. Whenever I close my eyes, a strange bolt of panic goes through me and waking me up.

Finally, I decide to swim. Swimming helps me relax. I pull on my suit and head toward the lake, the full moon reflecting on its glassy surface.

I am so preoccupied with silky feel of water between my toes that I do not notice a hulking figure creeping along the bank. Only when a ferocious snarl breaks the peaceful silence I jump. My wand is back at the castle, snug in my robes. I am defenseless.

It's a werewolf. That much I can tell. It's blue eyes look startlingly familiar, but maybe it's just my imagination.

The werewolf snarls again and stalks toward me. I am frozen, paralyzed in terror.

Suddenly it runs. Coming to my senses I sprint as fast as I can, but it's not fast enough. Because it's caught up with me, and I can feel it's hot breath. It pounces. The teeth tear into my shoulder, and the pain is so intense, I want to die right then and there. It bites again, but before its teeth fully sink in, there is a barking, and suddenly the werewolf's heavy body is off mine. I don't care though, because my shoulder, oh my shoulder. It is undiluted agony.

I feel butter fly soft hands brush me. I moan.

"Julietta! Its okay, come on. I'm sorry, please, Julietta!"

I recognize Sirius. He levitates me and we start back to the castle.

When I awake, there are four worried faces surrounding my bed. They all look guilty, Remus especially.

"Julietta! You're awake! Madame Pomfrey, she's AWAKE!"

I glare at Sirius. Jeez, does he ever quiet down?

Seeing Remus's ultra concerned face, a strange sensation goes through me. Like little birds are flying around my chest. For some reason, this sensation reminds me of when I was twelve, and promised myself I would never fall in love, because my parents were getting divorced.

Madame Pomfrey comes and inspects my wound. It is only when it is pointed out to me that I feel the dull ache emanating from it.

She heals it with a wave of her wand. This interests me, because I love wands, and it's been my dream to make them some day. Just from sight, I can tell her wand is nine inches, elm, dragon heart string, best for healing, and extremely stiff.

Once Madame Pomfrey had gone back to her office, the boys start talking all at once.

"Does it hurt?"

"You'll need to get some rest."

"Oh, Julietta, I'm so sorry."

"I like cheese." (Yes, you're right. That was Peter)

I silence them all.

"Okay, okay. Don't feel sorry. I was just bitten. Why should you feel guilty?"

I take the silence charm off them.

It was quiet for a moment, and I am wondering if I had done the spell right, when Sirius spoke.

"Juliet, well, um, er…"

Right then Peter blurts out,

"Moony's a werewolf, and were all Animagus!"

I gape at them. James and Sirius are both glaring at Peter, and Remus is looking dismally at the floor.

"I'm sorry." Remus says it so quietly and there is real remorse in his voice.

I pull on his hair (I know, I know. I'm cruel) and say,

"Did you bite me?" Remus is silent for a moment, and then suddenly bursts into tears.

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to! I'm a monster! Now you'll be a werewolf too, and its all my fault!"

We're all staring at him, dumbfounded, and it's almost like we all can read minds, because we all hug Remus in unison.

"It's okay, Remy darling. It's not your fault."

I agree. Maybe it's because I have not yet felt the excruciating pain of the transformation, but I don't care about being a werewolf.

Suddenly everyone is looking at me in awe. I shift uncomfortably.

"What?"

I twirl my hair, and see "what" is. My hair had turned sea green. Maybe because I had accepted my condition calmly, or maybe because I was happy. It hadn't slipped my mind that Calder wasn't there. Yet I was content.

"Are you a Metamorphous?"

I blushed. I didn't like people to know.

"Yes."

They all stare at me, then Sirius says

"Awesome!"

I smile. These are true friends.

CHAPTER THREE

When I was twelve, my parents got divorced. Before Dad left, there was screaming, lots of screaming. Mom would yell at Dad for drinking, and he would shout at her for, well, yelling at him.

My brothers all locked them selves in their rooms, but I was young. I didn't get the seriousness of the situation.

I did now.

When I was young I tried to make them make up. That was how I got the scar on my back.

I have learned form many mistakes not to aggravate my parents.

Today, during my favorite class, potions, Snape praised me. Me! He only occasionally praises Lucius Malfoy.

James and Sirius were flabbergasted. I was proud, and Malfoy was furious! It was hysterical.

Sirius asked me out. I said yes, and then he kissed me.