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Aftermath

My eyelids weakly fluttered open to reveal an unfamiliar room, not completely unlike yesterday, but I really had no idea where I was this time. It was a very dark room. Cold and damp like my cellar and the only light in the room was a murky green color that shone through a lone window at the top of the gray stone walls. Other than the icky green light, it reminded me of home. Not too pleasant a feeling. From where I was laying on the floor, (again, way too much like home) it looked like I was in a bathroom.

My clothes and the floor surrounding me was covered in crusty blood. I honestly didn't believe I could contain so much blood. My shirt was the same one I was in when I was attacked (I wasn't sure when that was anymore) and I could clearly see the places where the curse sliced me. I wasn't bleeding anymore, which is always a good sign. All that remained was a gnarled scar. I didn't care much about that though. Just another to add to my already vast collection.

To say I didn't feel good was the understatement of the year. My chest area and face was sore and the bruises on my ribs made lying on the floor increasingly painful. I tried to lift myself up into a more comfortable sitting position but a fiery pain seared down my arms once I put weight on them. I looked down at my left arm where Narcissa had burned me. In large, clear letters was the word SQUIB. It wasn't the scar that angered me though, or the word because there's nothing wrong with squibs. It was the principle. Hot tears stung my eyes and I furrowed my brow in anger. I stood up, ignoring the agonizing pain in my bones, skin, and just about everywhere else in my body.

How dare she? I plunged my hand into the pocket of my robes for my wand only to find it wasn't there. I didn't care if I couldn't use it for the life of me, I wanted to murder Narcissa. Well murder is a bit harsh, maybe I'd just send her to the alleged 'hospital wing'. If there really was one, why the hell wasn't I in it? I'm not in it though…am I? I kinda hope I'm not, because there is no way that putting a nearly dead student on the floor in the bathroom is up to code.

The door creaked open slowly and in walked none other than Severus Snape. I certainly didn't see that coming.

"Oh good, your up," he sighed. "I was beginning to worry that I'd have to take you to the hospital wing."

"So I'm not in the hospital wing?"

"No, you are in my bathroom."

"In your bathroom?"

"So it would seem," he answered lazily.

"Mind telling me why I'm in your bathroom?"

"Well you see," he began. "I heard Bellatrix and her cronies laughing, as well as a few blood curdling screams, so I went to investigate. I found you and I noticed you had some markings on you that resembled a spell I had been developing."

"'Markings' yeah that's a good word to describe it," I scoffed. He shot me a glare with his deep black eyes that I returned wholeheartedly with my own dark blue ones.

"Anyway," he continued. "I couldn't very well leave you there. I knew the teachers would get curious about it and question you. You would tell them it was Bellatrix, and Bellatrix would throw the blame on me for teaching the spell to her the first chance she got. Now I couldn't let this happen because, technically, it's dark magic and Professor Dumbledore strictly prohibits dark magic. So I took you here to my bathroom where I would heal you using the only counter spell."

"And what makes you think I won't tell on you now that I'm awake?"

"Because now you owe me. I saved your life. The least can do is keep this our little secret."

"Fine. I just have a few more questions," I said. He raised one eyebrow slightly which I took as an okay.

"Where's my wand? I need to rearrange Narcissa's face," I growled.

"I take it she's the one who wrote 'squib' on your arm?"

"Burned. She burned squib on my arm," I corrected.

"It's in my room."

"Why?"

"Didn't want you to explode my bathroom when you woke up," he smirked. I dropped my jaw angrily at him. "Sorry," he laughed. "You've sort of got a reputation for that now."

"Bloody fantastic," I huffed.

He left the bathroom momentarily and returned with my wand in his hand.

"Here," he said handing me the eleven inch, beech wand. "You said you had a few questions?"

"Yeah, what day is it?"

"September twelfth," he said nonchalantly.

"I was out for ten days and you didn't take me to the hospital wing!" I screamed.

"I was going to today if you didn't wake up!" he yelled defensively. "And besides, your fine now aren't you?"

"I bloody well am not fine!" I shrieked. This is great. Really great. The full moon is tonight. This does explain my heated temper though, as well as my extremely sore muscles, the feeling like my bones are going to explode at any time, and the white hot pain searing through my veins. How did I not notice this before? I guess I thought it had to do with my little 'lesson' ten days ago. But still, THE FULL MOON IS TONIGHT! My roommates. What do I tell them? I have to come up with an excuse for disappearing for the last ten days and another for the next three! They're going to get so suspicious of me! And after missing over a week, I'm going to even less of an idea of what we're doing in classes now. This sucks! But on the bright side, at least I woke up now and not tomorrow. Then I'd be even more screwed over.

"I don't understand," Snape said dumbly. I know his name is Severus, but from now on, he is to be referred to as his surname.

"I missed more than a week of classes and I can't explain to my teachers why because of our Merlin damned deal! I know you've heard my reputation. You admitted to it. It's already bad and now it's going to get worse! This is all your fault!" I pushed him against the wall with all my strength. It wasn't much, considering my current state, but it was enough to give him bruises on his chest in the shape of my hands (evil grin). I stormed out the door and out of his dormitory, my anger and frustration being the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the ground.

Somehow I made it out of the Slytherin common room and back to the Fat Lady guarding the Gryffindor common room, without getting lost and only tripping three times. How, the world may never know.

"Oh dear, what happened to you?" she asked.

"Long story. I'd rather not go into detail," I panted.

"If you say so. Password?"

"Murlap essence," I said, proud of myself for remembering.

"Sorry. That was last week's password."

"Last week?"

"Yes. The password changes every week."

"Oh… Right… I don't know this week's password…" I mumbled dejectedly.

"Then you're going to have to stay outside," she stated primly.

I sat down on the cold stone floor and leaned against the wall. My eyes closed on their own accord.

A few minutes later, I heard laughter down the corridor. Instinctively, I drew my wand from my robes not wanting what happened ten days ago to happen again. As the noise approached I was greeted not by Slytherins, but by Gryffindors. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter to be exact.

James stopped dead when he saw me while the rest of the quartet continued walking.

"Oi! Look who decided to return from the dead!" he said to his friends. The other three turned around and looked at me each with a similar shocked expression on their faces.

"Blaid? We all thought you dropped off the face of the Earth!" Sirius exclaimed. "Well actually, there was a rumor going around that you exploded yourself when you were doing your homework and had to be taken to St. Mungo's because there was so much damage."

I sent a very passionate death glare at him. I know it's not that big a deal, but I haven't exactly had the best day. And Sirius, who really doesn't know when he should shut up, certainly wasn't making it any better. I also may have let a low growl escape me but I couldn't help that. The wolf wants out.

"B-but w-we never believed that! R-right guys?" Sirius said carefully beckoning to his friends behind him.

Taking the hint, James and Peter chorused,

"Yeah, yeah we never believed any of that."

"That's ridiculous!"

"You would never explode yourself… on purpose…"

"Nope, never believed it," Sirius finished. "Good to have you back!"

"Thanks Sirius," I groaned.

"Where did you disappear to?" James asked.

"And more importantly, why are you covered in dried blood?" asked Remus groggily. My eyes traveled over to his face. He looked the exact way I felt: terrible, tired, and grouchy. Well, I may have felt a little worse than that, but close enough.

"Wow! He said something!" James exclaimed. "He hasn't done anything but grunt all morning," he explained in response to my confused expression.

"Don't worry Addison, you don't have to explain anything. I know what really happened!" Sirius said.

"I don't think you do," I snarled.

"Yes I do! You live a double life! Ordinary witch one life, super-hot, crime-fighting, she-auror the second! The whole 'terrible magical capabilities' thing is just a cover up because you're really mega powerful but you don't want anyone to know! And you're covered in dried blood because you've just finished an extremely dangerous mission against your arch nemesis, Grindelwald Jr., where you kicked his butt and his blood splattered all over you but he got in a few blows causing those rips in your shirt! Is that it? Do I win?" he finished happily.

We all stared at him with our jaws dropped to the floor until I broke the silence.

"Yes, Sirius. That's exactly what happened. I can't believe you found me out," I said monotonously.

"I knew it all along," he said smugly while the rest of us, but Peter, rolled our eyes.

"Sirius, I think she was kidding," Remus said.

"You do?" Sirius asked.

"Yup."

"Nahhh, that's what happened I know it is!" Sirius laughed. Everyone, but Peter (again), face palmed themselves.

"I don't get it," Peter squeaked.

"Of course you don't Peter," James said patting him on the back.

"Can you just say the password so I can, oh I don't know, change out of my blood encrusted robes?" I said, annoyed-ly.

"Sure!" Peter chirped.

"NO!" everyone excluding myself screamed. But they were too late, for Peter had already said "Tessera" and the portrait hole opened.

I was about to get up and run into the common room before they had time to stop me, but my stomach lurched as a great surge of pain hit me. My body was preparing for the transformation, which is good and all so I don't end up deforming myself when I change back, but it hurts so damn bad! I keeled over in agony as a groan escaped my lips.

"That was weird," Sirius commented.

"What was weird?" Remus said weakly as he stood up. Since when was he on the floor?

"You and Addison groaned and fell to the ground at the same time," James answered for him.

"That is weird," I said as I picked myself up. I looked up at Remus. He was looking back at me skeptically.

"What were we talking about again?" Sirius said.

"I don't know," James shrugged. "We should go back to our dorm and start planning our next prank."

"Sounds good to me," Sirius said as Peter nodded eagerly. They all sauntered into common room. Well all except Remus that is.

He reached out an arm to help me up much like he had what felt like yesterday. Again, I shrugged it off and tried to lift myself up. That utterly failed. I fell back on my butt almost as soon as it came off the floor. In my defense, my arms (especially the left one) are extremely sore from the much too soon coming transformation and shaky from the trauma of ten days ago. Though being tortured is nothing new to me, I honestly thought Hogwarts would be a place where I could escape it.

Looking up, I saw that Remus still had his hand out. This time I grabbed it and let him pull me up. I bit my tongue to hold back the cry waiting to escape my mouth as he pulled on my tender arm. I looked up at his face again. He was obviously putting a lot of effort into pulling me up. How strange… I am anything but heavy. In fact, the last time I weighed myself, (a month ago in Diagon Alley at Madam Malkin's) I only weighed 68 pounds. That's way underweight for a thirteen year old girl of my height (5'3 if you were curious).

"Addison, we all know what Sirius came up with isn't true. Except Peter and Sirius. They can be slow at times. And you never can tell with James... Scratch that, I know what Sirius came up with isn't true. Would you like to tell me what really happened?" he asked harshly.

"Not particularly," I answered shortly.

"Why not? I won't hold it against you whatever it is," he said. His yellowish eyes were sincere.

"Why not? Because I've known you for two days, not counting the ten I was unconscious."

"You were unconscious for ten days?" he asked.

"That's beside the point."

"I won't force you to tell me but just because you haven't known me long doesn't automatically make me untrustworthy."

"Would you tell your deepest, darkest secret to someone you've known for two days?"

"No b-"

"Exactly," I said sharply, cutting him off.

"Is it really your deepest, darkest secret?" he asked.

"No but it's pretty close up there."

"Well okay then," he said.

I started to walk away from the wall but Remus stopped me and looked curiously in my eyes. "Since when were your eyes yellow?"

"My eyes are yellow?" I asked stupidly.

"Yeah they didn't look yellow the last time I saw you."

"Oh… yeah… I'm like... almost a metamorphmagus! But not really so like sometimes my eyes turn different colors randomly but I can't control it," I lied. My eyes were yellow because of the full moon tonight. They usually don't turn yellow until a few hours before though, unless… I looked down at my watch. It was only 8:30 AM. The full moon wasn't for another eight or so hours. That's peculiar…

"Really now," he said.

I only nodded and continued walking into the common room and upstairs without a word, completely ignoring the looks of horror on all the Gryffindor's faces when they saw me.

I opened the door to find Dorcas standing there with her hand raised at door knob level. Her face drained of color at the sight of me. Not surprising really. After all, I did disappear for ten days only to return covered in dried up blood, wearing shredded robes, various incredibly gruesome scabs all over my face, and hair all askew. To be honest, I probably would have done much, much worse if I were in her place so major props to Dorcas!

"Lily, Alice, Marlene," she said tentatively. "You might want to come over here!"

I heard a shuffling of feet behind her and the was door opened wider to show all their faces. Lily looked similar to Dorcas and Alice gasped audibly before breaking into a smile. Marlene on the other hand didn't seem as pleased with my sudden appearance. She screamed and nearly fainted. That's probably how I would have reacted but minus the screaming.

"Addison!" Alice said cheerily. "You're alive!"

"You look awful!" said Lily breathily.

"Thanks Lily, it's nice to see you too," I said.

"No, I didn't mean it like that!" she said defensively.

"It's okay, I know I look bad," I said as my balance faltered a bit.

"Why are you all bloodied up?" Alice asked more seriously.

"Oh, that's not important."

Dorcas looked concerned and lifted her hand up to my forehead. "Ouch! Addison! You're really hot!"

"I know, I'm the sexiest," I joked. My temperature was much higher than it should have been because of my... Please take the time to guess what you think caused my very high fever. That's right! Lycanthropy.

"That's not what I meant," she said crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry I just couldn't resist." I tried smiling but it didn't work out too well. Another surge of pain hit me, it was definitely worse than the time before, and I fell face first into the wall of people. A coppery flavor hit my mouth. I soon recognized it as blood. I wasn't sure where it came from though… Sometimes when the change is particularly nasty, I hack up blood. Or sometimes when it's really painful, I bite my tongue like there's no tomorrow. At the moment I couldn't feel my throat or my tongue… That's not a good sign… Oh lycanthropy, how I loathe thee.

Someone pulled me up and laid me down on a bed. I'm not sure who did it or whose bed I was in, but I was very thankful and a bed was definitely an improvement. The pain slowly passed and though I wasn't pain free, (I highly doubted I ever would be) I felt much better. Not good still, but better than horrible. All the pain I had been stubbornly ignoring from my lesson with the Slytherins came back though. So as a result, I felt just as shitty, if not worse than I did before the pain slightly dissipated.

My eyelids felt like they had been weighed down since the last time I had opened them which hopefully wasn't too long ago. I had to pry them open without the use of my hands. It's actually much harder than it sounds.

I looked up to see the faces of Lily, Dorcas, Alice, and Marlene even more pale than when I first entered. I may have been seeing things but I could've sworn Marlene was green.

"Addison, are you okay?" Dorcas asked cautiously.

"Y- …No," I said. I was going to lie but I didn't really think they'd believe me.

"Would you like to explain what just happened?" asked Lily.

"…No."

"How about where you've been?" Alice tried.

"…No…"

"Are you going to answer any question we ask you?" Lily questioned.

"Depends on the question."

"Okay then… Should we take you to the hospital wing? I'm not really sure what to do in this type of situation…" Alice said.

My body all but screamed YES! but my brain knew better. I suppose it was a good thing after all that I didn't wake up in the hospital wing this morning. If I had, I'm sure whoever tended to me would have recognized my scars and found out what I was. If that happened I'd be expelled for sure. And if I were expelled, I'd have to go home and I can guarantee one Odessa Blaid (otherwise known as 'mum') would not be happy. And when mum's not happy, she makes sure I'm not either, usually by means of hiring goons to torture me while she stands in the corner and pick at her nails while pretending she doesn't see anything.

Although she's more beautiful than I'll ever be, I am so grateful that I look more like my father than her so that every time I look in the mirror I don't have to be reminded of her existence. Of course I haven't seen my dad since I was a toddler, but I don't look much like mum so there's a pretty good chance that I look like my dad by default. But now that I've gone off on a mum hating tyrant, I believe now would be a good time for the whole point of it. Going to the hospital wing in my current state is not to be.

Although, I suppose a pepper up potion couldn't hurt. Of course I've never taken any potion that could possibly help with pain because mum wouldn't allow me too. It sounds nice though…

"No… You don't have to take me to the hospital wing," I said weakly. "But a pepper up potion would be appreciated."

"Okay I have some in the bathroom… Are you sure that's all you want?" Alice asked motherly. I wish I had a mum who was like her… But unless mum drops dead sometime soon, there's another wish I can add to the list of wishes I have that'll never come true*.

"Yeah… we should probably hurry up so we're not late for class," I said sitting up slowly to look at my watch. It was 9:47.

Marlene scoffed. "Since when did you start caring about getting to class on time? If I do recall, you disappeared for ten days."

I was surprised by her sudden outburst. She had seemed pretty neutral, but freaked out none the less, (None the less? Nonetheless? I don't know.) the entire conversation.

Meanwhile, Alice quietly snuck from the room to the bathroom to get the potion.

"I'm surprised Addison," Marlene continued. "After freaking out your roommates by disappearing, and then returning over a week later covered in blood without offering so much as an explanation, the thing you would be most worried about is getting to class on time?"

I sat on the bed silently fuming. Without saying a word, I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed some clean robes from my trunk, once again, fueled by anger.

Alice left the bathroom and quietly offered me the potion. You could say the room was tense but that would be another understatement. I took the potion and sent an piercing glare at Marlene. Under normal circumstances, I probably wouldn't have done so, but these aren't exactly normal circumstances.

Slamming the door of the bathroom, I stripped of my clothes and hopped in the shower, an idea of how today was going to go already forming in my head. First I would get in trouble with whoever's class I had first for missing so much class, and then I would make a fool of myself by failing miserably at the magic we were supposed to be doing. The rest of the classes would follow suit. At lunch, I would over eat and then it would all end up in the toilet because of the stupid change and my overly sensitive stomach. I would skip dinner because there's no point of eating what won't stay down and I would also be a werewolf by that time.

Yet another surge of pain hit me and one thing passed through my mind as the back of my head made contact with the wall: tonight's full moon was not going to be fun.

*Wishes That Will Never Come True

1. I wish someone would create a cure for lycanthropy.

2. I wish mum will finally see how much she's hurting me and stop using medieval methods of disiplining me when I haven't done anything wrong.

3. I wish mum never sold my humanity to werewolves.

4. I wish dad will someday come and rescue me from my horrible mother.

5. I wish someday I could fall in love.

6. I wish I didn't have to codemn myself to myself.

7. I wish mum would drop dead and someone nice like Alice would adopt me.

A/N: TRANSFORMATION NEXT CHAPTER! I'm really looking forward to it if you haven't noticed.

Just to let you know, flames are indeed welcome. Feel free to flame as much as your little heart desires. Oh, and I finally named Addison's mom!

Poem! Very bad one of course because this is me we're talking about!

Yesterday I ate some nachos.

They tasted good.

Afterwards I saw a guy wearing a cool poncho.

I was very jealous of it.

I guess this one isn't as bad as some of the other poems I've written… you don't want to see those… And to those who have the ability to write decent poetry, I respect you very much! By all means, send me some! I would love to read it! But make sure it isn't a million pages long first. Though I am open to reading poetry, it still frustrates me, especially in large quantities. Always has, always will.

Review if you're a better poet than me! That should be everyone because we all know I'm the worst poet ever!