The blood in her veins turned to liquid fire and her throat felt as if she'd been screaming for hours. She fell to the floor convulsing, feeling every bone in her body break and reform to build something not human. Her spine elongated an impossible amount and became her tail and her ears moved the painstaking 15 cm to the top of her head. The wolfsbane which would normally make the wolf a lot more controlled and the lot less painful was gone. And the wolf was forcibly taking control of her mind, her human side uselessly fighting back. Every second Ainor only wanted to die; just so the pain would end. It was the first time in years she'd transformed without wolfsbane, which made her unprepared for the pain. The last thing she saw was Harry transforming into his animagus form before the wolf took control.

It was almost 7:00 in the morning before the first rays of sun entered the room and returned her to her old battered body. It was 7:15 when Harry rushed into the hospital wing with her limp body in his arms and placed her in a bed next to the equally unconscious Remus Lupin. It was 7:16 when she started getting treatment.

~(-)~

Ainor blinked awake and instantly wished she was still unconscious. The pain hit her like a ton of bricks, from all the broken bones, bruises and gashes the transformation had put her through. She glanced over to the bed next to her, where Remus Lupin was staring at her quizzically.

'What happened to you?' He asked

'Ummm…' Ainor said trying to find an excuse 'I can't really remember, I was at detention maybe, in the forbidden forest, maybe something attacked me..'

The look of pure horror on Remus' face was enough to make her change her story. 'No wait… I felt sick, so I left dinner early and I was walking up to Gryffindor tower, and I tripped. I must have bumped my head or something' she put on a confused look for effect.

'What about the detention?'

'I dunno, maybe its cause I got detention yesterday. One of those things where the mind substitutes a false fact to try and explain something it doesn't understand. Anyway are you ok? Sirius said you weren't feeling too good yesterday.'

'Yeah, it's just a stomach bug. I feel fine, but Madam Pomphery won't let me go back to class yet, as I'm at my most contagious phase.'

Ainor laughed 'Yeah, hopefully I'll be able to go back to class today, I mean I feel ok. And I don't want to miss anything.'

Remus smiled 'glad to know you're not another James or Sirius, I have enough trouble putting up with two.'

Ainor smiled back and they spent the morning talking about random stuff, classes and more random stuff, until lunch time when the rest of the Marauders arrived to visit Remus. They looked both worried and relieved to find Ainor there.

'Ainor, what are you doing here?'

'Well from what I remember, I fell down a flight of stairs' Ainor smiled.

'Are you ok?' Peter asked sounding worried. James and Sirius looked concerned.

'Yeah I'm fine. Madam Pomphery patched me up. She said I should be fine to go to afternoon classes. By the way have you seen Lily?'

'She's in the great hall,' said James 'she's worried about you. None of us knew where you were. She stayed in the great hall because that's where she'd find out where you were if anyone knew.'

'Thanks James. I should probably go though guys, I have to grab my stuff. Get well Remus!'

Ignoring Sirius' comment about not falling down any more stairs, Ainor quickly changed in the dormitories, grabbed her books and hurried down to the great hall for the end of lunch. She still felt pretty bad and it hurt to move, talk and breathe. But she couldn't afford to stay in the hospital wing any longer, lest it get suspicious. When she entered the great hall, she was promptly attacked by a blur with red hair. Namely, Lily.

'Where have you been?' She questioned, sounding almost hysterical. 'Do you have any idea how worried I was? To find an empty bed? And no one knew where you were. Not even Professor Porter and he's known you the longest. I was so scared.'

'Lily I'm fine,' Ainor interrupted 'I fell down the stairs when I was walking up to Gryffindor tower, but Madam Pomphery patched me up and now I'm fine. I saw Remus in the hospital wing, he says hi.'

'Oh poor Remus,' Lily looked sympathetic 'he shouldn't have to go through that…' she said quietly.

'What did you say?'

'Oh nothing,' Lily replied startled, 'come on, we'll be late for class.'

It was muggle studies again after lunch; although this lesson was theory. They were learning about the muggle schooling system and Ainor was extremely glad that the class required little movement except for taking notes, which was at least only painful for her arm and hand. She was contemplating just resting then when there was a knock on the door. It was Harry.

'Sorry to interrupt, but the headmaster wants to see Ainor.'

'Very well Miss Brown, you are excused.'

Ainor quickly left the room, avoiding the confused looks from her classmates and closed the door.

'So Harry, what does the headmaster want to see me about?'

Ainor knew that it was the most pointless question she'd asked all day, it was obvious that Dumbledore wanted to talk to her about her recent transformation.

Harry didn't answer the question, instead he said 'Ainor I'm sorry. I should have been there earlier, Lily cornered me and I couldn't shake her off. She was really worried about you. I'm sorry.'

'It's fine Harry, it wasn't your fault. These things happen. It couldn't be helped, not unless you told Lily, you did the best thing.'

'Don't worry' she said after a few minutes when Harry still looked doubtful. He smiled at her.

'You're so much like Remus,' he said ' I stuff up and hurt you, and you just keep smiling and assure me that everything will be alright. I don't think I could forgive you if our roles were switched.' His eyes were glazed, and Ainor knew that he was thinking about that time.

In Ainor's fourth (and Harry's third) year, when Sirius had been on the run from Azkaban, was when Ainor's classmates really started abusing her. Before they mainly ignored her, occasionally making fun of her second hand robes and scarred arms and legs. It had never before gone past verbal, but in fourth year it had taken a whole new level. The taunts became worse than ever and occasionally she'd be hexed or publically humiliated because of her father. Harry, after finding out who Sirius was, had started ignoring her and had stopped trying to prevent the bullying. It hurt more than anything that her classmates could have done to her. Afterwards Harry had been extremely sorry for what he had done, and Ainor had forgiven him long ago, but things still remained awkward between them ever since.

'Come on don't want to keep Dumbledore waiting.' Ainor started walking down the corridor.

Harry caught up and together they walked to Dumbledore's office.

'Pop tarts' Harry said and the gargoyle moved aside, revealing the stairs to Dumbledore's office. Opening the door showed Dumbledore sitting at his desk.

'Ah Miss Brown come in and take a seat, you too Harry.'

'Thank you professor'

'Now Miss Brown, I asked you to come here to talk about last night. I pray everything went smoothly'

'As smoothly as to be expected sir.' She said being unable to reveal the potion that made her transformations bearable.

'Are you sure that you're ready to back in class so soon though?'

'Oh yeah, I'm fine Professor, transformations aren't that bad for me, comparatively speaking of course'

'Of course'

'Did you need to speak to me about anything else sir?'

'No, that is all Miss Brown, you should head back to class now'

'Thank you sir.'

Ainor and Harry left Dumbledore's office and headed back to the muggle studies classroom in silence. When Ainor entered all the students stared at her again. She ignored them and sat down again next to Lily.

'What did Professor Dumbledore want to talk to you about?'

'Nothing much, he was just making sure that I was settling into my classes ok'

'That's nice of him'

And with that Lily turned back to the teacher and continued writing notes. Ainor sighed and started writing, an ache beginning to form in her arm.

After dinner, Ainor, James, Sirius and Peter headed down to the dungeons for their detentions. They were told to sort the different types of newt eyes for an hour. Unfortunately for them no one knew what the different types of newt eyes were; let alone how to identify them. So they mucked around for an hour until professor Slughorn came back. He merely laughed at them and said that there was only one type of newt eye, and that he was testing their knowledge. All in all it was a pretty easy detention.

~(-)~

The next day Remus returned to class, for Defence against the Dark arts. When everyone was seated, Harry called all the people that could perform a patronus to the front of the class and told them to line up. Ainor stood between Peter and Remus. Then Harry split them up into groups of three and in each group the students had to evaluate them in order of strength and estimate how many dementors could be kept at bay with each one, and for how long.

Lily (who was at the front of the line because she was a model student), James (who had wanted to stand next to Lily) and Peter were first. Surprisingly it was Peter's patronus that was seen to have the most powerful memory behind it, but James' would be the most aggressive towards dementors and Lily's would hold out the longest. After a few comments about how Lily and James had matching patronuses and how it was soooo romantic, it was Ainor's, Remus' and Sirius' turn.

With Ainor standing in the middle of the group, when they had all cast their patronuses, the first comment was, 'Awww, they look like a family.' And it was true, with Remus' wolf Patronus on one side, Sirius' dog on the other, and Ainor's wolf-dog hybrid puppy in the middle, they really did. It was only Harry and Ainor who realized the truth in the statement. Their patronuses were evaluated and found to be almost equal in all categories, but Ainor's would be the most effective simply because she was more experienced at it.

As the next group was evaluated, Lily petted Ainor's patronus, going on about how cute it was.

Since it was another double period and the evaluations had taken only about half a period, everyone was almost relieved when a stressed out Ancient Runes professor came knocking at the door.

'Sorry to interrupt Mr. Porter, but we discovered a boggart in the third floor storage cupboard and it's scaring the first years,'

'Don't worry we'll deal with it. It'll be good revision for my class, come on guys.'

The class was lead down a few flights of stairs and through multiple corridors until they found the storage closet in question. It had the tell-tale rattle of a boggart infested wardrobe.

'Ok class, line up, you all did boggarts in fourth year right?' A few students nodded in affirmation. 'Good, now we'll try and let everyone have a go, so try not to get rid of it too quickly, ok?'

And with that Harry let the boggart loose.

The first few people passed without incident turning into a clown, a spider and a tree ( no one asked). James' boggart turned into a dead Lily Evans which made quite a few girls scream and made Lily look at James with a strange expression on her face. Ainor wasn't too worried about her boggart; she assumed it'd be the same as in her fourth year, a dementor just like Harry. As she stepped up to take her place in front of the boggart it turned into what she least expected…..

A/N Am I going to leave it there? Nah!...

There stood a boy, a teenager actually. He had short spiked dirty blonde hair with black highlights; he was wearing what appeared to be 'punk' clothes and looked irate. It didn't matter that Ainor hadn't seen him in four years, or that he looked completely different from when she last saw him. He was instantly recognizable to her.

'Luvir...' she murmured barely audibly, she didn't understand, he was her best childhood friend why would she be scarred of him? That is until he started yelling.

'Je vous déteste! Vous avez cru que je pourrais jamais aimer un monstre comme vous ? Qui pourrait jamais aimer un loup-garou ? Personne! Vous êtes horribles! Je veux que vous mouriez!'

(I hate you! You thought that I could ever love a monster like you? Who could ever love a werewolf? No one! You're horrible! I want you to die!)

Ainor couldn't believe it, her biggest fear was rejection? From her best friend, the only one who ever seemed to accept her, the only boy she'd ever felt loved, ever felt safe with? Sounds about right. She couldn't believe it. She was crying. She could feel the tears rushing down her face, but he wasn't done.

'Je veux que ces gamins vous aient finis de l'année dernière! Je ne peux pas croire que vous avez cru que je vous soignerais, nous n'avons pas parlé dans quatre ans, je suis sur vous, j'aime quelqu'un d'autre, ainsi juste le congé et arrête de gaspiller mon temps!'

(I wish that those kids have finished you off last year! I can't believe you thought that I would care for you, we haven't spoken in four years, I'm over you, I like someone else, so just leave and stop wasting my time!)

Ainor couldn't believe it. She attempted a weak 'ridiculous' but all it did was turn his hair blue. A few kids laughed but it just made Ainor want to die more. So she did the one thing you should never do when faced with a boggart. She ran. She passed a bunch of confused students and one concerned looking Remus Lupin. She could still hear Luvir yelling at her in French from behind her.

She turned a corner and sat down leaning against the wall, hugging her knees, she knew she shouldn't have run away, but she couldn't help it. The blue hair brought back too many bad memories, made her hurt too much.

It was Ainor's sixth year that the bullying got to its worst. The taunts had turned to hexes and the hexes to curses. She had almost as many scars from her year mates as her transformations. But it was sixth year that it got to its worst. She was lucky she lived through it.

She was on the way back to the Gryffindor tower after spending the evening in the music room when she was ambushed. They were Gryffindor boys in her year. They pinned her against the wall. This in itself wasn't that uncommon, but what happened next was. Ainor suddenly felt as if her entire body was on fire. She screamed and the boys surrounding her laughed. It wasn't crucio, it was something much worse. It was a type of curse called a blood curse. It turned blood to a different substance. It was a spell that was quite ineffective to humans, as it didn't really harm them at all, but it was extremely effective against vampires and this particular spell, werewolves. The boys had turned her blood to liquid silver, and it was painfully killing the wolf and her along with it. She kept screaming, her throat feeling raw. Then suddenly there were running footsteps coming towards them. The boys took off the spell. Their leader went right up to her and growled into her ear 'Lucky b****, but so you don't forget us' He pulled out a knife and made a deep cut across her right eye, it was so painful. Then they were gone. Ainor slumped to the ground unconscious just as someone turned the corner picked her up and rushed her to the hospital wing. She had been in there for 3 weeks recovering, she had almost died and they weren't even sure if she would recover. But she did and it was one of the main reasons Dumbledore sent her away the next year.

While Ainor was recovering she cast a complex spell, with a time lock on the whole castle. Anyone who helped plan the attempted murder on her, or anyone that knew and didn't try to stop it, would have their hair turned blue when the spell was activated. It would simply look like a prank, but would provide Ainor with the answers she needed.

So three weeks after the attack Ainor walked into her first breakfast in the great hall since the attack, she had activated the spell a few hours before, so she would be able to asses the damage.

Ainor stopped speechless in the doorway of the hall. Everyone in Gryffindor except the golden trio, the Weasleys and Neville had blue hair as well as all the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Suprisingly the Slytherin table had no one and were sitting and snickering at the rest of the students. It only took an 'Oh great, wolfgirls back' from somewhere on the Gryffindor table for Ainor to flee and instead eat breakfast in the kitchens…

Ainor was pulled out of her memory by someone sitting down next to her.

'Hey'

'Oh hey Remus,'

'Are you ok?'

'Yeah I'm fine. Harry isn't mad is he?'

'Nah, he looked worried, anyway I need to talk to you about something the boggart said'

Ainor looked confused then 'Oh my gosh you can understand French!'

Remus looked down. 'Ainor,' he asked 'are you a werewolf?'

Ainor paused a second while contemplating her answer. She hoped that the look of shock across her face that her father had just heard everything Luvir had said would pass for the look of shock of terror she would have had, if she hadn't already known her father was a werewolf.

"You can't tell anyone ok? You have to promise me! Please! I'm so sorry, but I'd never hurt any of you, please, please don't hate me…" she said trailing off, thinking that her little speech, for the most part was pretty good.

Remus' eyes softened and he put his arms around her.

"Its okay, I won't tell anyone… I'm… kind of one too." Remus said slowly, looking at her hesitantly.

Ainor sat up, doing her best to act surprised. "Seriously? Wow… sorry I'd just assumed there weren't any others."

"Yeah, me too. Don't worry about it though; I'm pretty sure I'm the only other person who can speak French… Speaking of which, I didn't get to ask before, how can you speak French?"

"Err… well, that guy back there you saw? Well, he's been my best friend since we were kids. He moved in down the street from me from France when I was 5, and we've pretty much been friends ever since. Some kids make up secret languages, and me learning French was just our version of that. I've had to work hard though, to keep up my fluency." Ainor used one of the first rules of lying. By integrating some semblance of truth into her story it would make it more consistent and more believable.

"That's fair enough… so anyway are you ok? I couldn't really help but overhear what he was saying in there…"

"I dunno," replied Ainor "I mean I've never really thought about it much, but everything he said was true." Ainor leant her head on Remus' shoulder. She couldn't even work out her own thoughts at the moment.

Remus patted her on the shoulder only a little awkwardly… For some reason it didn't feel too weird when Ainor did this to him, to him she felt more like a little sister than a girl his age.

They were still sitting in this position when Sirius walked around the corner, having been sent by Harry to look for them. Sirius couldn't work it out, but for some reason seeing them like this made him feel uneasy.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Said Ainor getting up and brushing herself off, "let's get back. Harr- I mean Professor Porter must be worried"

They walked in silence back to the classroom, where everyone was packing up their things.

"There you guys are," called Lily, making a few of the students turn around, "where'd you run off to?"

"Sorry. Just needed a bit of fresh air I guess" Ainor shrugged

"Ok… Anyway come on we'll be late for transfiguration!"

~(-)~

Lily left Ainor alone about it for the rest of the day, but Ainor knew it wouldn't last. Sure enough as soon as they entered the seventh year dorms and Lily realised they were alone, she pounced.

"So anyway what happened? I mean you just ran out of class, and Remus went running after you. What did that boy say anyway, and why was he your boggart?"

"Well, with so many questions I guess it's a long story," Lily has the decency to look embarrassed. "So that boy's name was Luvir and he's been my best friend since forever. Only there's a secret that I've never told him, my boggart was about him finding out and rejecting me for it…"

"What so you've got a crush on him or something?"

"Not anything like that!" Ainor exclaimed blushing, "we're just friends, or at least, we were… we kind of grew apart…"

Ainor suddenly felt arms wrap around her. "Don't worry ok?" Lily told her, "Whoever he is, if he doesn't like you through any secret than he's not worth it, and he's certainly not worth the tears, especially just a boggart of him"

Ainor smiled, only just realising that she had started crying. Lily started wiping away her tears, stopping when her hand came to Ainor's right eye.

"What the…" Lily trailed off, looking stunned.

Ainor realising her mistake, leapt up and ran for her bed.

"Thanks for the talk it was really great anyway I should sleep now NIGHT!" she yelled in a rush, drawing the hangings around her bed, leaving Lily to sit and wonder.