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Chapter 9: Another Attack on Half-Breeds

"Is Teddy Lupin a werewolf?" I whispered to Al. It was just us in the common room – it was a Saturday which meant everyone else was at Hogsmeade. Al had graciously decided to stay and keep me company. It was just us, the first and second years plus Cheeseburger.

Al jumped and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Wh- what?" he asked, completely shocked. I guess it was a bit random. I mean, we were just discussing some cool pranks to play on James when I just sort of blurted it out.

"Is he? A Werewolf? And don't even think about lying because I already know he's half a metamorphagus plus half of something else," I said quickly before Al could say anything else.

Al sighed and looked down. He rubbed his forehead, muttering something incomprehensible. "Look, he's a bit… odd. As in, he's had a strange life. Basically, Remus Lupin was a werewolf. He was my grandfathers, James Potter's, best friend. Remus kind of helped to raise my dad when he was growing up. Remus then married Nymphadora Tonks who was a metamorphmagus. They gave birth to Edward Remus Lupin, aka Teddy Lupin and made Harry his godfather. But at the Battle of Hogwarts, they both were killed leaving an eighteen year old Harry to raise him. So, he's a metamorphmagus and half-werewolf. It's a weird mix. He doesn't really turn into a full werewolf but on the full moon, his hair grows and his personality changes," Al explained. Poor Lupin. What a horrible thing to never know your parents.

"How so?" I asked, trying to learn as much as possible.

"He gets angry, impulsive, rabid, wild, rude, temperamental, crazy and animal-like – the whole lot. Plus, he picks fights and usually wins – he gets stronger and faster and gets better reflexes when it's around the full moon," Al said. I was amazed. I'd actually figured it out. He was half-werewolf! I'm must be a detective who solves crime and shit!

"If the Pure's found out he was a metamorphmagus plus half werewolf, they'd go crazy. I mean, he's a huge target," I said to a grim looking Al.

"I know. And it's awful because he usually takes this potion to keep from changing physically and emtionally. If he takes it, his personality is stable and he doesn't change too much physically. But his supplier is running out. It'll become way obvious to everyone that he's part werewolf if he doesn't take the potion. I mean, you saw him yesterday in class! He was a mess," Al said looking stressed out.

"It's ok. Lupin isn't an idiot – he'll make sure he doesn't get exposed. What I'm wondering is what exactly the Pure's are after – just half breeds, full blooded magical creatures or what. It'd be better if we knew. And remember that message they wrote on the Ministry a while ago. It said 'Giants – you're next'. What could they possibly want?" I wondered. No one knew exactly what the Pure's even wanted. No one knew if they even existed – well, it hadn't been confirmed. It was so vague. They only thing that was known for certain was that something or someone was targeting magical creatures/half-breeds. But what did they want to achieve by this?

Al and I had a nice, long discussion for the rest of the day. It was cool to hang out with him more – he's a year younger so I don't see him in class. I felt a lot closer to him and he continued to stay with me at school when everyone else left for Hogsmeade.


"Ok people! That was an awesome practise! I'll see you all at the big Huff vs Gryff game tomorrow!" Xavier yelled to the team. We'd been practising for the last two hours, just getting to know each others strengths and weaknesses as well practising some game strategies. It felt so cool to be back up in the sky. It's like all my worries just flew away. Plus, I got to know Frank and Roy a lot better. It was the same day of when I asked Al about Lupin, only later in the evening when everyone was back from Hogsmeade.

"I'm so exhausted. And dirty," I groaned to a grinning Roy. His black hair had grass all up in it and his pale skin was red from exhaustion.

"Nah, I'm great. I could fly for another hour if I wanted too," Roy said a little breathlessly, totally contradicting the fact that he said he wasn't tired.

I laughed. "But you don't want to. Cause you're tired and exhausted and you smell bad," I smirked. Roy looked mock offended as he chased me back to the change rooms. I was laughing and breathless by the time we made it to the entryway for the Girls' Change Room. I giggled once more as I made my way into the room as Roy ran off to the boys' one.

I sat down on the bench, a silly smile on my face.

Why was I even smiling? Nothing amazing had happened – it was just Quidditch practise. With the really hot Roy…

Whoa, hold up. When did I start thinking of Roy as 'hot'? My smile disappeared.

I did not like Roy. At all. One bit. Not a sliver. Not even a slice. But then I remembered him chasing me to the change rooms and I smiled all goofy again.

The door banged open and Maria and Jo walked him, both of them sweaty and covered in grass.

Jo smiled slyly. "Looks like you and Roy are all buddy-buddy."

Maria frowned. "I thought he liked Rachel."

My smile dropped. Rachel. Shit. I forgot she was like, in love with him. And that he was the perfect Colleen's ex boyfriend. What did this Colleen chick look like? Was she prettier than me? Was she striking and gorgeous? Was she smarter and better than me? I bet all she does is fluff her hair and study. I bet, she's a social loser. No, she can't be. All my friends were her friends.

"What does Colleen look like?" I wondered aloud before I could stop myself.

Jo looked surprised. "Umm, she's pretty, I guess. She has long, black hair that she straightens with a hair taming spell so it's like, always perfect. She has pale skin that doesn't have a single blemish, she's got firm brown eyes, she's short and slim, her dads Asian… Perfect is how I'd describe her. A little too perfect looking to be honest…" Jo trailed off, looking at my face. "Why do you look so… sick?"

It was true. I felt like I was going to be sick. She sounded exactly like the girl that was in that weird dream I had. I mean, it had to be her. But… why and how did I dream of her? I don't even know her let alone knew what she looked like. What if… what if the Pure's did break into the Australian Institute? Did it already happen? Is it going to happen?

I was so confused. I just had a dream about a girl that I didn't even know. I realised that Jo and Maria were saying my name.

"Huh?" I said, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Are you ok?" Maria asked, concerned.

"I think I had a dream… and Colleen was in it…" I said, taking in the surprised looks on Jo and Maria's faces.


I was explaining my dream to the whole group. We were all sitting around the fire in the common room. Looks of surprise, worry and shock were plastered on the faces of my friends around me.

"Maybe… maybe you should tell a Professor. Maybe Lupin or Gerard. Gerard is head of Slytherin," Oscar reasoned.

I felt uncomfortable when everyone started suggesting what I should do. I was just so weirded out by the whole 'having a dream about the girl you replaced at Hogwarts even though you've never met her or seen a picture yet she looked like herself in your dream'.

"Headmistress McGonagall deserves to know. Plus, she could help you," Hope pointed out. I shook my head to every suggestion. Al caught my eye and tilted his head to the back of the room. Getting the gist, I nodded.

"Umm, I need to talk to Maddie. Give us a minute," Al said whilst standing up. Following his lead, he led me to the back of the room. He faced me, his face open and sweet-looking. He really was adorable and cute. I don't care how many people say James Potter is hot, I'll always think Albus Potter is cuter and way more approachable.

"What do you think you should do?" Al asked, his tone reasonable yet firm at the same time.

I shrugged, stressing out for some reason. "I don't know. It's not just the dream I'm worried about – it's everything that's going on with the Pure's and stuff. I mean, they've killed over a hundred people. And I just can't help but get this… this feeling in my stomach, you know? It's like… I'm standing next to a massive hole of bad things. And I just know I'm going to get thrown right in there and the further I go down, the longer and harder it takes for things to get better again. But the worst part is that I think I'm going to be involved somehow with what happens to the Pure's. That there's something coming up I need to face but I don't know what. Help me, Al," I said desperately. All of what I said was true. I just knew that somehow, I was going to have to work out what was going on the Pure's but I didn't know why.

"I think that's called being a part of something bigger than yourself. I'm feeling exactly the same way. That there's going to be war and we're gonna be stuck right in the middle of it, for some odd reason," Al said reassuringly.

I smiled. "You know, if you weren't gay, I'd seriously consider kissing you," I teased. Al laughed, a nice, easy going sound.

"If I weren't gay, I would've let you," Al retorted. I sighed in relief. Now all that feelings shit was out of the way, it was time to decide what to do about the dream.

"I think I should tell Lupin. I mean, he seems to know what he's doing. Should we go down and find him? Maybe take Scorp and Jo?" I suggested. Al nodded.

"Good idea."


The four of us went in search of Lupin. We looked in his office and classroom, the Quidditch field, the hallways, the staff rooms – it was like looking for a ghost.

"Where the hell is he?" I asked no one in particular. I looked at the sky. It was almost curfew so we needed to find him fast otherwise the ancient Filch would find us first.

"Wait," Al said, pausing. "What day is it?"

"Sunday because the Huff vs Gryff match is tomorrow – they're holding off school for a day!" I said, excited to see the match and because school was off.

Al cursed. "Of course. Stupid, stupid, stupid," he muttered. Suddenly, he raced off through the hallway. The three of us scrambled after him. We ran out into the field that edged the Forbidden Forest. A little house stood right next to the forest. It looked tall, for a house, and the main building was blackened, as if it had been burned. There was a little extension and all the lights were on, blazing in the dark night. A little further away was a giant tree, huge and bare because winter was on its way.

Al kept on running straight towards the house. I bounded after him, the crisp air making me shiver. Finally, the four of us reached the house. The doorway was huge – much bigger than your average doorway. I wondered who could possibly live here. Al stood on his tiptoes, reached the doorknocker (just) and banged loudly.

Scorp winced from the sound. "Blimey, keep it down, would ya? Maybe you should just wake the whole neighbourhood," Scorp said sarcastically. Al shot him a look and they both laughed.

Couples were so weird.

The massive door swung open and there, on the threshold stood a very, very, very big man. He was practically a giant. He had big, frizzy hair and a matching beard that was black turning grey. His face was weathered and lined from the sun and his eyes were bright yet tired. He also looked like an older version of Jonny, the part-giant in Hufflepuff. Obviously, I knew who the giant man was.

Rubeus Hagrid.

Hagrid smiled down at Al. "What are ya doin' 'ere?" He asked, his voice deep and hoarse.

"Teddy's here, right?" Al asked, stepping into the house. Scorp, Jo and I followed.

"Hey Hagrid! Nice to see you again!" Jo said, punching him on the shoulder making Hagrid chuckle.

"You too, Jo. Hey Scorpius! Nice ta see ya!" Hagrid said while slapping Scorp on the back.

I walked into the house. It was so cute and adorable. It was one of those houses where the floorboards creek, everything is wooden and it smells like pine trees and fire. Everything was just a little bit bigger in size. There was a nice warm fire, cozy and worn looking couches, a rough wooden table and a small kitchen. The roof was decorated with various knick-knacks – pots and pans, pictures, shrunken heads, sculptures – everything. It had so much personality and you could tell that whoever lived here loved it.

There was a door leading to what I thinks an extension.

"And who's the pretty blonde 'ne?" Hagrid asked Al. I turned to face Hagrid, blushing a bit.

"Sorry, I just walked right in with no introduction or hi. I'm Maddie, the exchange student from Australia," I smiled and held my hand out to Hagrid. We shook, his large and calloused hand enveloping mine completely.

"So… Teddy's here?" Al asked, again.

Hagrid sighed. "Always in a rush, aren't we, Albus? He's with Olympe, in our room," Hagrid motioned for us to follow him. He led us to the door that led to the extension. It was a small hallway, with three doors. One was open, and showed an empty bedroom. It had pictures, books and personal belongings all over the place so I assumed that was Jonny's room. One door was closed and the other was open, looking into a magnificent master suite. It had a wooden floor, cream walls and a massive cream, four poster bed. It looked a little… French inspired. Pretty patterns and delicate pillows scattered the bed and matching cream couch that Lupin and a seriously large lady sat on.

No, not large as in fat. Large as in… she was just the biggest woman I've ever seen. She was bigger than Hagrid and was very striking. Her black hair was twisted into a delicate knot on the top of her head. Her thin lips were painted a ghastly orange and her large eyes were lined with think, brown eyeliner. She had on a silk robe with French words and Eiffel Towers on it. She must be Jonny's mum, Hagrid's wife. Taking a wild guess, I think she's French.

Lupin and Hagrid's French wife (Olympe, was it?) looked up, startled to see us.

"You four. Why aren't you in your common room? It's nearly curfew! The whole lot of you could be in trouble," Lupin said, surprised.

"Eet ees alright. They are 'ery welcome to stay. Je m'appelle Olympe, former 'Eadmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic," Olympe said, her French accent making it seriously hard to work out what she was saying.

"Uh, Teddy? Something weird happened. We've been looking for you for ages and then I remembered you come here for dinner every Sunday with Hagrid and Olympe. Maddie had a dream about the Australian Institute of Magic being under attack from the Pure's. Tell him what happened," Al said, looking at me.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Uh… well… there was an Asian girl walking with my three best friends down a corridor. My brother came and started talking to the girl whilst my three friends ran off. Then, the Pure's broke in through the glass wall. They shattered it, broke in and vandalised the school. They burned the word 'Pure' on the wall," I explained, my voice a little off. Something about telling Lupin made me feel uncomfortable. The more I thought about it, the more the dream seemed insignificant and feeble. It wasn't a big deal at all.

"Yeah, but the Asian girl was Colleen! She had a dream about a girl of whom she's never met or seen before!" Scorp exclaimed. I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter. Probably wasn't her-"

"They broke into AIM (Australian Institute of Magic)?" Lupin cut me off, his voice steely.

"Yeah. I don't know if it was real or just my imagination-" I said before Lupin cut me off again.

"Maddie, I'm pretty sure it was real. If the girl was Colleen then… You are certain it was Colleen?" Lupin asked.

Jo nodded. "I showed her a picture and she said it was the same girl. Is it possible to have dreams of something that actually happened?"

"It is. But the thing is, AIM hasn't reported anything like that happening. If the Pure's did break in and vandalise the school with a word like 'Pure', that means we have actual proof that they exist. It means we can tell Hermione and get her to convince the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, that they're a threat the public needs to know about," Lupin reasoned.

"What if it was just a dream?" Hagrid suggested. I personally agreed with Hagrid.

"You say zat AIM 'as not reported an attack?" I nodded to Olympe. "Zen vat eef eet 'as not 'appened yet?" Olympe suggested.

I completely froze. Did she just suggest that I saw… the future?

"Say what now?" I said, breaking the stunned silence. Lupin jumped out his chair, his hair turning a dark blue.

"Oh no. His hair's dark blue. That's bad. Means he's distressed. He's usually very good about controlling his hair colour," Al explained quietly.

Lupin grabbed my arm and snapped at Scorp, Jo and Al to follow him. He ran out the door, dragging me along. We ran all the way up the field, through the school, around the hallways until we made it to a corridor. It was stone, with a statue of a gargoyle against one wall.

"Blimey. Why we in Gargoyle Corridor? This the entrance to Headmaster's Tower," Jo said, her voice uncertain.

Oh god. He's gonna expel me! I'm so much of a freak that he doesn't want me to stay at Hogwarts! He's gonna expel me because I had a weird dream!

Lupin walked up to the gargoyle.

"Dumbledore," he said clearly. The gargoyle started turning around and twisting up. A stair case appeared – it was kind of like a spiral escalator made of stone. Lupin hopped on and motioned for us to do the same. The stairs came to a stop when they reached a platform with a large, wooden door on it.

We all gathered on the platform as Lupin knocked loudly on the door. The door swung open, leading into a strange circular room. The wall were lined with paintings of tons of old people. The room was full of books and parchment sheets and on the shelves were photographs and other personal items. A black cat was also strolling around the place. Sitting at a large desk covered in quills, ink bottles, parchment and books was Headmistress McGonagall. Her grey hair was in a bun as per usual and she wore the same emerald robes she always does. Tiny glasses sat on her nose, which I now know are called spectacles.

Yet, the whole time I was completely freaking out! I mean, I thought for sure I was gonna be expelled. What happened next was much, much worse though.

McGonagall looked up, surprised to see us. Then she frowned.

"Did these four finally get into a lot of trouble? I was waiting for this," McGonagall sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"Sorry, ma'am, but this is actually a lot… weirder. Do you still have Dumbledore's pensieve?" Lupin asked. I had no idea what the actual hell a pensieve was but all I could think was that they were going to torcher me before they expelled me. Great. How flipping great!

McGonagall stood up. "Of course, Edward. Right over here." She walked over to a stone basin holding white fluid. "Why do you want to know, Edward?"

"Because we need to see Maddie's dream," Lupin replied. I was really confused now. Why would they want to see my dream? And how?

McGonagall nodded, looking surprised. "So, Miss Taylor has something of interest to us?"

"About the Pure's," Lupin stated. McGonagall looked shocked.

"There are only rumours about such things. God knows we don't need another psychotic group of witches and wizards trying to change things in the most barbaric way," McGonagall shook her head. "Alas, if the rumours about the Pure's are true, we must notify Kingsley immediately. What does Miss Taylor's dream have anything to do with the Pure's?"

"She dreamed about them. And Colleen, at AIM. I just want to see it before we jump to any conclusions. Do you think we could extract it from her mind and watch it?" Lupin asked. Now I was worried. They wanted to extract something from my mind? Ah, no thanks.

"Ok. I'll try but only if it's ok with Miss Taylor. But Edward, why did you bring the other students?" McGonagall asked, shaking her head with amusment.

Lupin turned red, his dark blue hair turning a bubble gum shade of pink. "Sorry, ma'am. They already knew about it," Lupin argued, his hair still pink.

Jo raised her hand. "Ah, quick question: why does Lupin's hair keep changing colours?"


After having the memory of the dream extracted and diving into the pensieve to see it, McGonagall ordered us to go back to our dorms, a grave look on her face. The four of us left, leaving Lupin to talk to McGonagall.

"That was creepy. You're dream… we watched it! How weird?" Scorp muttered to us as we walked down to the dungeons.

"Plus, your brother is totally hot. Is that Jeremy?" Jo asked, smiling. I laughed and kicked her legs as we walked.

By the time we made it back to the common room, we'd discussed every possible outcome to this situation with my dream, the Pure's and McGonagall. We walked up the staircases and parted at the entrance to the Girls' Dorm. The second we opened the door, I knew something bad had happened. The newspaper was being passed along and all the girls were talking in hushed tones and grave voices. Jo and I shared a look. We walked over to Rachel and Hope.

"What's going on?" Jo asked, her face serious. Rachel shoved the newspaper at us.

ANOTHER ATTACK ON HALF-BREEDS AND MAGICAL CREATURES

Yet another attack has been made on half-breeds and magical creatures. The victims this time, as guessed, were giants. Twenty half-giants and thirty full giants were murdered in what was a surprising and brutal attack.

"It came as a shock. One moment, me and me wife were having dinner and the next, I'm waking up with her dead body lying next to me," Tyler Jonston, husband to the late half-giant, Jackie Jonston, says.

"The Ministry has suspects of what is behind these attacks on innocent half-breeds, but no suspects on the 'who' list. While it is known that an organisation with no name has been attacking half-breeds, we don't have the name of who is behind it. We encourage you to not listen to any rumours going around," Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, says.

The Ministry is warning any person that is a half-breed to take extra caution.

Helen Thomson, Director of Civilian Safety

"This is shit. Horse shit! Another attack that left fifty dead? That's the third one! And bullshit on the whole 'we don't know who's behind this'. It's obviously the Pure's! It isn't just rumours going around, it's definitely them!" Jo cried, outraged.

I felt a little weak at the knees. Are the Ministry seriously saying that they know a group is behind the attacks but they don't know who the group is or what they're called? It's the Pure's!

I couldn't sleep that night. All I could think was that another fifty people are gonna die soon – all because they're half-breeds.

But then I got thinking. Centaurs weren't half breeds. And full-blooded giants weren't half-breeds either. The Pure's aren't just targeting half-breeds – they're targeting different species.

Do they want to kill off the entire species of magical creatures so it's only witches, wizards and muggles left?

Oh shit. This is so much worse than I thought.

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