Chapter IX: The Hippogriff Fate
Finally, it came. That day came. The day that Ravenclaw had to play Hufflepuff was here. Since Rosemary was a substitute beater, she wasn't counting on playing, so Susan, once again, planned to support Hufflepuff. She was, once again, clad in her Hufflepuff support outfit.
The match was going pretty well for Hufflepuff, since their beaters were pretty much clocking the entire Ravenclaw team. Once a bludger came flying at Duncan, he knew it was over. He fell off after being hit in the arm by it. "Duncan!" called Cho. Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Captain, immediately called a time out. The entire team flew to Duncan's aid. "Get back in the game, you soft serve!" called Susan. This comment was ignored and the team checked on Duncan. "I think my arm's broke!" he yelled in pain. "Oh no. We're finished! We can't play with one beater!" Roger said in a panicked tone. "We can still win!" said Cho confidently. "And how are we supposed to do that with one beater?" asked Roger. "We still have a chance! Rosemary's our substitute!" said Cho confidently once again. Roger took a breath and hesitantly called Rosemary over. "Henkel! You're up!"
Rosemary confidently went over and assumed her position as beater. Once she was on the team, it was definitely a turning point. Hufflepuff's beater, Anthony Rickett, couldn't take his eyes off her. "Keep your eyes on the bludger, Rickett!" but it was no use. Ravenclaw won in a landslide. Susan was pretty let down, but happy that her sister won, nonetheless. Hufflepuff were pretty good sports about, too.
Once the winter holidays approached, Susan, whom was looking forward to going home and speding the holidays with her family and bragging about Cedric winning the Quidditch match to his, had ultimately decided to stay at school. This way she would have more than enough time to study and figure out exactly what in the world was going on.
On the morning of Christmas, Susan had a rude awakening to Ron yelling his top off about Crookshanks. She ran down the spiral staircase, filled with rage, and bolted into the common room. "Hey! Shut the fuck up! I'm trying to sleep! It's Christmas for crying out loud!" But she was only yelling at dead air. It became clear to Susan that the yelling was coming from the boys dormitory, and her mother had explicitly said that she was not allowed in there as long as she was drawing breath from this planet. Angrily, she took a breath, and ran toward the staircase leading to the boy's dormitory, but ran out of breath going up. She tried again and again, but to no sucess or avail. "I'm gonna get you for this! Rowdy bastards!" she yelled from the bottom of he staircase just as Hermione came down. "Stop swearing," she said flatly. She was holding Crookshanks in her arms, and looked like she had been kicked in the stomach repeatedly. "What's wrong with you?" asked Susan. "Nothing. Merry Christmas," Hermione said dismissively. Marty eventually crawled from out of his bed once the yelling subsided and let out a scratchy yawn. "Awwwwws. I think somebody's awake!" Susan exclaimed, making baby talk to Marty that made Hermione question Susan's sanity. "Who's a good boy?"
With that, Susan left the common room and didn't bother to say anything about Hermione's accusation of mocking her, even though she really wasn't. She went down to the library and saw Cassandra there. "Merry christmas!" greeted a boy. "Hi! Merry Christmas!" she replied. "Hey, err... I have a present for you," said the boy, showing Susan a pair of earrings. They looked expensive and beautiful to say the least.. "Wow... pretty... but... I don't even know you..." Susan said in an unsure tone, not wanting to decline the earrings. "I'm sorry. I'm Derek. It's just that... Trelawney told my sister that I'd meet a beautiful girl and give her something equally beautiful. Woah... That woman was right," Derek said in a ramble. "No talking," said a Slytherin from across the table. "Well, I guess it doesn't metter anyway, since I have to pick something up for Celty."
"You know Celty?" asked Susan. "Unfortunately," the girl replied. "Who's Celty?" asked Derek. "Just the most awesome person ever!" proclaimed Susan. "Anyway, is she your. friend, too?"
"Not in a million years. I'm her sister. My name is Ingrid," she said. "Well, nice to meet you. I'm Susan, and this is-" "I know," interjected Ingrid. "I overheard you two talking. Hey, I've gotta go pick up something from Trelawney's for my sister. Wanna come with?" Susan briefly pondered this and weighed her options. One one hand, she came to the library to study and figure things out. On the other, she didn't know who Trelawney was and now she was curious. "Sure!" Susan eventually said. "I guess I'll come with you then," Derek said hesitantly, putting the earrings in his pocket.
After the longest walk to the classroom, they FINALLY got there. "Watch your step," warned Ingrid. Susan didn't understand why until she saw a ladder leading directly to the classroom. Ingrid climbed down easily as if she were a professional at this. Derek seemed more hesitant and Susan boltted right into it, only to fall right to the floor. "Ow!" Ingrid rolled her eyes. "Ah Ingrid Sturluson, my old pupil. I had a feeling you'd bring others with you," said a woman with a misty voice. "Hi, Trelawney," said Ingrid unenthusiastically. Trelawney then took the longest look at Derek and Susan. "The crystal gaze foretold me that there would come a boy with golden hair whom was the younger brother of my most faithful student, and a redheaded girl resembling a doll, whose fortune I must foretell," she continued in her misty voice, looking at a very frightened Susan. "What did you need me to give Celty?" asked Ingrid, trying to divert her attention away from Susan. "Ah yes, I wanted you to give her this. I foresee that she will need it in the near future," Trelawney said, handing Ingrid an umbrella. She then turned to Susan. "Now then, hold out your palm," she said in a more prominent misty voice. "Okay... My name is-" "Don't tell me!" Trelawney interjected, still holding her misty voice. "Your palms will say it all."
Susan nervously held out her hand. Trelawney firmly took hold of her fingers. "Ah. Your family name is Heckle. No! Henkel. Your first name is Suzanne. No! Susan. And your middle name is Bella- Beatrice. Oh, I see. You're a descendant of the Black family. Unmistakable in that line right there." Susan was taken aback with astonishment. "Th-That's right!" she said as Trelawney turned to Derek. "And you're her future lover, Derek Brown, aren't you?" she asked, to which Derek responded with a slack jaw and a blushing face. "Future lover?" they both asked at the same time showing different levels of both disbelief and disgust. "Quiet! You'll disturb my concentration! Ah... I'm getting something from my crystal ball... Oh dear... This is dark... Very very dark... Things will not go well for you, Susan," Trelawney said as her misty voice became more grim and looming. "I see... a being with 1000 faces will replace those who surround you. A man whom can only be regarded as human from time to time, will lead you to your grave. Unfortnuatley, Susan, by the end of this year, you will die."
Susan looked at Trelawney as if she didn't believe a single word she was saying. "And how can you prove this?" she asked. "Well, earlier this year, a student of mine saw the grim in his tea leaves... Upon this gazing... I don't think he was foreseeing his own death... but yours," she said. "Shut up about Harry and the tea leaves! I hear enough of it from my sister. 'Oh Ingrid! Harry Potter is dying!' No he's not! This is rubbish and that's why I don't waste my time taking this class anymore! You're a fraud and all you've ever done was predict the death of a student! Well guess what? Nobody's died yet!" Ingrid said in a huff as she left. And with that, both Susan and Derek went to the great hall to eat looking very nervous about the possibility of Harry having foreseen Susan's death.
Those two weeks went by fast, and the grim fate of Buckbeak was realised. Execution, at least, that's what the Hippogriff was facing without a good defence. Susan had heard, but was far too busy with improving her many failed attempts at killing Scabbers as well as tracking down Sirius Black and apprehending him before he hurt anyone else, or perhaps she would have assisted Hermione... at least... until one fateful morning. It was the last day before the term was to start again.
Henkel woke up that morning feeling nauseous, and simply waved a hand at morning sickness due to pregnancy. The entire day, whist she was preparing to start her class again, she felt woozy, and later that night, it happened. Henkel was having a friendly banter with Lupin. "I don't think it's right to consider executing an innocent animal because a child got hurt from not having the basic intelligence to follow instructions," said Henkel tucking her scarlet hair behind her ear. "I suppose," added Lupin. Suddenly, Henkel fell to the ground in pain. She vomited and caught herself gasping for air. "Ezsmarelda!" said Lupin quickly as he went to her side, but it was too late. Blood was running down her legs and she crawled into a kind of foetal position and cried in anguish. "It hurts!" she cried. She screamed and screamed.
The news of the miscarriage spread like wildfire. Henkel was in Madam Promfrey's all day. She felt terrible. She constantly looked back to figure out what went wrong.
Susan, hours before it happened, was busy doing what she always did on non-school days. Nothing. But then, she heard something. It sounded like shouting. "How can you expect to be respected when you dress..well, like that?" shouted a familiar voice. "What's wrong with my clothes? I'm not acting like I'm attending a formal dinner every day," replied the other voice. Susan decided to figure out what was going on. "Well, considering you're a teacher, and not a good one at that, I would expect you to at least have some shame." That voice sounded so familiar. "Some shame?" and so did that one. Susan poked her head in and immediately knew what was going on. Strong and Lupin were arguing. "Oh, yes. I'm not sure you would know what that is, considering your tolerance towards those of filthy blood," said Strong in a disgusted tone, which confounded Susan. Didn't Strong say that he had a muggleborn friend. Now, Susan definitely wanted an explanation. "What's going on here?" she asked. "It's nothing of your concern." replied Strong while sounding kind of snappy. "Susan, ignore his tone. He's being very cold. This is nothing of your concern," said Lupin in a calmer voice."What's going on?" reiterated a somewhat scared Susan. "Oh, cold?" asked an angry Strong. "Of course cold! Seeing the way you treat Rubeus. He's the kindest man I've met, and you haven't done anything but spit in his direction!" said Lupin in a disgusted tone. " I'll let you know his blood is nothing but impure. It's disgusting! You should stop being so...open-armed to these people. Their filth and impurity will rub off on you, and why let almost pure blood go to waste?" Strong asked in an equally disgusted tone. "What are you two even talking about?" asked Susan, shaking and seeming incredibly scared. "If you're so scared, why don't you leave?" asked an annoyed Strong. "Do not raise your voice at her, Michael!" yelled Lupin. Susan, feeling completely helpless and not knowing what in the world was going on or what to do for that matter, ran off crying, which caused Strong and Lupin to be at each other's throats.
Susan was left to cry out by the Black Lake when she heard what were unmistakably Lupin's footsteps, so she turned away and crouched on the grass bank to hide that she was crying. She was hoping that he was only passing by and wouldn't notice her. "Hey... Are you okay?" he asked. Susan responded by wiping her tears on the sleeve of her red hoodie and brushing some dirt off of her overalls as she stood up. "I'm okay," she said smiling, trying to make it seem like nothing happened. But Lupin wasn't fooled. Not even in the slightest. "I know you were scared by our argument, Susan," he said directly. "Me, scared?" Susan asked as she busted out into forced laughter. "I can tell that's forced. It's okay, though. It's not every day you see two teachers at each other's throats. So I don't expect you to be totally unphased by that," Lupin said comfortingly. Susan, with more difficulty, still acted in a nonchalant manner. "I think everyone has their moments of bitchiness. My mum has them every month for some reason... or at least... she did until a few months ago, when she told me I was gonna be a big sister..." she said twiddling her thumbs. "Oh, well...there's...a certin time of moth for girls when they hit a certain age...and, ah, it makes them grumpy...and...it's...yeah. And...so, I'm not going into any detail, and...talk to your mother." Lupin said with a notable amount of hesitance. "O...kay..." Susan said, without having the slightest clue what he was talking about. "Um... Professor?" she asked. "Yes?" Lupin replied. "What the heck are you talking about?" Susan asked in a confounded tone. "Nothing" Lupin replied quietly. But Susan wasn't done asking questions that she was too young to know the answers for. "Do you know where babies come from? Mum won't tell me," she said. "That, Susan, is something you willl have to find out when you're older," Lupin said directly, much to Susan's frustration. "But I'm curious!" she exclaimed. "That's not a comfortable question," Lupin said, doing the best he can to dodge giving her an answer. "Why?" asked Susan. "Because it involves... interactions... between the male and female that aren't...friendly, per se," said Lupin with even more hesitance. "Kind of like how you and Professor Strong were arguing?" Susan asked grasping at straws. A long silence stood between them. "No..." Lupin finally said shrugging off the disgusted look on his face. "I saw on tv that these two women have a baby together!" Susan said out of nowhere with a smile on her face. "I'm glad," Lupin said, returning the smile. "Well, I think you should wait until your a little older to know the process, but, let's return to the castle, shall we?"
"Okay! Professor, why do you think those ladies parents were so mad at them?" Susan asked with genuine confusion. "Some people, well, they don't like it when people of the same gender love each other. They think it's wrong, when they really just don't understand that love has no boundaries," Lupin said, all of a sudden looking sad. "That's deep," Susan said in a gazed voice. "It is. Let's head back," Lupin said, quickly shrugging off his sadness. "Okay!" Susan said clinging to him and Lupin walked her back to the castle. "And everything should be nice and-" "GIVE ME BACK MY WAND!" interjected a girl whom was running and screaming. "FINDERS KEEPERS!" shouted a boy from the distance. "YOU STOLE IT, BLOODY BLONDE BASTARD!" yelled the girl, revealing herself to be a brunette. "HA-HA!" shouted the boy as he jumped in the air. "Hey, what gives?" asked Susan feeling scared, as if she was returning to square one.
The boy put his hand in the air, holding the wand with a grin. "I got Chrissy's wand!" he exclaimed tauntingly. "Give it back to me..." the girl said angrily.
"Nuh-uh." the boy taunted with a grin. The girl jumped up and tried to grab it, but the boy jumped and the girl couldn't reach it. "Ha!" the boy said with a laugh, when suddenly, the girl snatched his wand. "Haaa.." Now the girl had him in a position where if he wanted his wand back, he'd have to return hers. "Hey!" he shouted. The girl stuck her tongue out and began to run, but was grabbed around the waist. "SAVE YOURSELF, KID!" shouted the girl pointing the wand at Susan. "Switcharoonie!" Susan shouted, giving the boy his wand and and the girl hers. "Thank you," the boy said, smiling. "Thanks. I quite like my wand," The girl said as she bit it. "It's pretty legit, too," she added. "I'm Susan. Susan Henkel," said Susan holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Susan," said the boy with a smile. "Frank Strong," he added. "Christina Grey," said the girl. "Ohhhhhh. You're the guy who Professor Strong was talking about," said Susan. "He was talking about me? Oh great, what did he say?" asked Frank. "Something about taking you to a bookstore to keep you away from 'that whore'," Susan said with a tone of confusion. "What?" Frank asked angrily. "I can't believe that jerk!" Christina exclaimed crossing her arms. "I can't believe it..." Frank said shaking his head and managing a calm face. "Well thanks for telling me, Susan. I'm glad you did."
"On another note, I've decided I love you." said Christina, staring intensely at Susan. "You must love me too. That's how love works..." she added. It was apparent she was trying to change the subject. "Ignore her," Frank said butting Christina to the side. "Don't butt me out," Christina said shoving him aside. "And don't butt me out!" Frank yelled, shoving back. "It was a shove, it's different," Christina said shoving back. "Now if you don't mind..." she added looking back at Susan, as she bit down on nothing. This was met by Susan with a confused look. "You are a crazeh ladeh!" she exclaimed playfully. "Crazy is good," said Frank. "Very good," added Christina. "Indeed." said Frank with a nod. "Yep." Christina added meeting it with another nod. "Yeah," said Frank, rambling off. "It's pretty cool," added Christina, rambling off just as much. Susan was now very annoyed. "It is. Well then Susan, I assure you whatever my dad says isn't true if you hear him talk smack," said Frank directly. "Yeah," said Christina. While he was talking, she looked over at him, and her cheeks turned slightly pink. "Professor Lupin, what's going on?" Susan asked to a distracted Lupin. "With what?" said Lupin, snapping out of it. Susan was slightly curious as to why he was looking at the moon so much. What's so fascinating about a half moon? "Why are they blushing?" she asked. "I'm not blushing!" Christina said defensively. "We're not blushing," Frank said boldly. "No blushing," Christina added. Lupin smiled a little. "Mhm. Usually people blush when they like someone," he said. "Which we don't," Frank quickly said. Susan had a look of genuine confusion on her face. "I think you two like each other," Lupin said. "No, we're friends," Christina said, putting emphasis of the word "friends". "Yeah...just friends." Frank said with a dose of disappointment. "Sorry, Professor. No couple here," Christina said. "Somebody carry me piggyback!" Susan yelled out of nowhere. Frank raised his hand the same time as Christina. Christina responded by slowly turning her head to him, then back at Susan. "Onetwothree RACE!" she yelled jumping at her, only to be beat by Frank. "HA. Okay, jump on my back!" said Frank. "Yay! Susan yelled as she jumped on his back. With that, Frank spun around quickly. "You remind me of my sister, you know," He said as he stopped spinning, and started galloping around. "Only louder," he added. He spun her around one more time before finally setting her down. "There you go, cutie!" he said. "You said you had a sister?" asked Susan with a smile. "Little one, only nine. And a tinier one, only one. You remind me of them," he replied with a smile.
Suddenly, a very large man wearing a moleskin coat walked down the hall weeping and a very small in comparison Hermione was rubbing his back. Susan immediately recognised him. It was Rubeus Hagrid. "Hi Hagrid! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Susan asked. "Buckbeak...he's s'posed to be executed..." Hagrid said tearfully. "Hagrid, have faith! We can win this case! Buckbeak hasn't done anything wrong!" said Hermione. The name rung a bell to Susan, but she couldn't quite put her finger on who that was. Was that the hippogriff that everyone was saying "savagely tried to kill" Draco? "Who's Buckbeak?" asked Susan with genuine concern. "Oh..a pet. It's nothing to worry about..." Hagrid said, wiping his tears on his sleeve. "But why is your pet facing execution for? That isn't right!" Susan pleaded. "Reasons..." Hagrid said sombrely as he walked away with Hermione closely following. "But... Hagrid.. Come back! I can help you!" Susan pleaded as she started after him. "Hagrid-"
"Susan, I wouldn't get yourself into this," interjected Lupin. "But that's so unfair! Hagrid's so nice and-" "Really, Susan," he said sternly.
"But-"
"Susan."
"But-"
"Just don't!"
"But I just wanna help him!" Susan pleaded one final time. "Sometimes that isn't a good idea," Lupin said without changing the serious expression on his face. "I guess you're right," Susan said as she walked off feeling frustrated.
And that's what brings us back to the miscarriage. Lupin had told Henkel what happened hoping she could talk some sense into her daughter. "I can understand Susan's frustration. Thank you for telling me this, Remus," Henkel said with a warm smile. "Of course," replied Lupin. "I agree that it's unfar but-" before she could finish her sentence, she felt sharp pain in her stomach. "Are you all right?" asked Lupin. "I'm fine," Henkel said dismissively. "Anyway, I don't think it's right to execute an innocent animal because a child got hurt from not having the basic intelligence to follow instructions," said Henkel tucking her scarlet hair behind her ear. Then, it happened. Lupin immediately got Madam Promfrey's help. "What's going on?" Henkel asked in terrible pain. "I'm afraid you mave miscarried..." Promfrey said bluntly. She didn't particularly like Henkel or respect her for that matter. Why, exactly, was between her and Merlin. It didn't matter, because she at least tried to be nice to her. "What?" Henkel shouted in disbelief. "I'm terribly sorry," said Promfrey. "H-how is that possible?" Henkel asked, still in disbelief. "I won't know until I examine further," Promfrey said, leaving Henkel in tears.
The next morning, Snape came to visit her. "Susan will be so dissapointed..." Henkel said staring at the ceiling. "I'm sure she will understand...or at least try to..." Snape said.
Meanwhile, down the halls, Susan had confronted Draco about Buckbeak. "Malfoy, you bastard!" Susan yelled angrily. "What did I do?" Draco asked. "Buckbeak's gonna die because of you!" Susan roared, giving Draco an accusatory look. "Well he hurt me!" Draco said defensively. "But he didn't kill you! BUT I'LL FIX THAT YOU COCKSUCKER!" she said as she grabbed his arm and bit down on it. "Get off of me!" Draco said shaking his arm violently. "Henkel!" shouted a voice. It was Snape. He had left the hospital wing the moment he heard "cocksucker" to give detention and take house points from whomever it was. Susan didn't even bother to let go, so Snape had to pry her off. "Fucking bastard! Let go of me!" she said kicking. "One hundred points from Gryffindor!" Snape said angrily. "BUT HE GOT BUCKBEAK KILLED!" Susan roared. "No yelling. You have recived one week detention," said Snape in a very intimidating voice. "Well I won't go!" proclaimed Susan in a dismissive way as she began to walk off. "Do you want me to get rid of more points?" Snape asked in a threatening voice, which was enough to make Susan stop. "No..." she said begrudgingly. "Then you are going to detention," Snape said as he walked off.
Susan, then turned to Draco. "You'll get yours someday! I'm not finished with you!" she yelled. "Sure, whatever," said Draco rolling his eyes. "By the way, that bite mark is gonna hurt like hell for the next few weeks," Susan sneered while giving him the bird. Draco responded with a glare. "I'd like to see your prissy dad get me executed!" Susan said before blowing a raspberry. "Immature first year..." Draco said walking away.
Susan's victory was cut short upon remembering that Lupin asked her to come to his office, once her classes were over, at breakfast that morning. Later that day, she skipped along merrily to his classroom feeling satisfied about having told Draco off. "You wanted to see me?" she asked. "Have a seat," said Lupin in a very calm voice. "Okay!" said Susan with a smile. Lupin didn't remove his serious expression. He was being very direct and calm. Clearly, whatever he had to say was not going to be easy to say. He let out a sigh and spoke. "There is something called a miscarriage. It's where a baby dies inside the mother's womb," he said before taking another breath and letting it out. He was now exhibiting even more hesitance. Susan looked somewhat worried from just hearing this, but she didn't even have to ask. "And...I'm afraid that's what happened to your sister," Lupin finally said.
"Wh-what..."
"I'm terribly sorry."
"B-but... She... Jasmine was going to... she was..."
"Just know that you still have your older sister."
There was a silence. Susan was holding back tears. She was trying not to cry. "You would have been a great older sister," Lupin said in a comforting tone. Susan was now trying her hardest to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry," Lupin said to a now crying Susan. She, then, hugged him and cried on his shirt. Lupin simply let her, hugging her the entire time. Suddenly, Draco came in the room with a walk of confidence. "She flipped me off, Professor. She really hurt my feelings!" said Draco with an obviously faked sadness. In, then, came Snape, prepared to give the mother of all punishments to this girl, when they both noticed Susan's crying.
"Is little baby Susan sad? Ha, you're about to cry even-"
"I'm sure we can let this one go, Malfoy."
"What?"
"I will not repeat."
With that, Lupin mouthed a quick "Thank you" to Snape as he left with a very angry Draco. "My father will hear about this!" he yelled to Lupin before finally leaving. Lupin simply ignored him and continued to rub Susan's back. "It's okay," he said comfortingly, but Susan had already cried herself to sleep. Lupin got up, carried her into the Gryfindor common room, and stood in front of Sir Cadogan. "What on earth are you carrying that little boy around for?" he asked. "You aren't aren't a paedophile, are you?"
"The password is Scurvy Cur."
"To the point aren't we, my shrub rocketeer?"
"I don't have time for this."
Once granted access, feeling offended by Cadogan's paedophile accusation, that in all honesty, came out of nowhere, Lupin laid Susan on the nearest couch. Harry was thinking about the fate of his new Firebolt, which he had been gifted with over the holidays. Since there was no way of knowing who sent it, Hermione turned it over to McGonagal for "inspection" and Harry hasn't hear about it since. Both he and Ron were understandably angry with her, given that the quidditch match against Slytherin was drawing nearer and nearer. At any rate, he felt compelled to ask about Susan.
"Professor Lupin, what happened?"
"Mother had a miscarriage."
"Oh...I'm sorry for her."
"Let her sleep. Make sure no one is too loud."
"Right," Harry said, watching Lupin leave. He lightly placed a blanket over her. Moments later, Hermione came in, holding a tall stack of books. "Susan's sleeping. We have to be quiet," Harry said coldly. "What happened?" asked Hermione. Harry didn't answer. He simply left the common room to practise for the Quidditch match.
Hours later, Susan woke up and rubbed her forehead. "She's awake," one girl said as everybody slowly started getting louder. "What happened?" Susan asked rubbing her eyes. "You were asleep, so Harry told us to be quiet," said one boy. "Oh, I see," said Susan. "Well I'm going to bed." Hermione's head snapped up. "But dinner time is in 15 minutes!" she called to Susan and she shook her head. "If it's all the same to you, I'm not hungry," she said, but Hermione wouldn't take no as an answer. She grabbed Susan's hand and dragged her down to the Great Hall. While eating, she noticed a peculiar pendant on her necklace. "That's a time-turner!" Susan exclaimed. "Not so loud! How do you even know about the this?" Hermione asked. "Because my sister has one so she can take O.W.L. prep classes and her normal classes. She takes about 85 classes a day give or take," Susan rambled on. "And you know this, how?" asked Hermione once again. "I... might have read my sister's diary..." Susan said laughing sheepishly, lifting her robe just a few inches revealing part of the diary. "I should probably return it. I don't think she's noticed it's gone yet."
"I have now!" shouted a voice as Susan felt the diary being snatched out of her robes. She looked up. It was a girl whom looked like Henkel except she was younger and more innocent looking with a doe-like face. It was Susan's older sister, Rosemary. She looked very angry and her eyes were watering. "Don't you have any propriety?" she asked angrily. "Do I have any what-what?" Susan asked. "You're impossible!" Rosemary roared as she stormed off. After a moment of silence, Susan got up. "I'm going to bed. Night," Susan said hurriedly as she ran off.
That whole night, Susan had unbelievable nightmares that robbed her of more than half her normal sleep. Thinking about her unborn sister and her very much alive an very much angry sister was too much guilt for her. She lied there with her eyes open looking at the half moon. "Full moon's coming soon..." she mumbled to herself in a somewhat dreadful voice. Thoughts of terror flashed in and out of her head.
At the ripe age of four, the poor girl was nearly killed by a werewolf. That same day, Susan was told she was to wear glasses. "No!" she shouted impishly. "I don't want to! Glasses are ugwy! Meh!" Her mother tried everything to get her to wear her glasses or at least consider it, but nothing was working. She eventually got an eight year old going on nine year old Cedric to help her. "Hey Susan, let's play a game," he said. "I wuv games!" shouted Susan. "Then you'll love this one. I think you're familiar with it. It's called hide and seek!" said Cedric with a smile. "I know that one!" shouted Susan happily clapping her hands. "Then let's raise the steaks. If you win, you never, ever have to wear glasses, but if I win, you have to wear them whenever your mum says," said Cedric with a bit of a cunning smile. "Okay, then! You got a deal!" Susan said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll count to one hundwed and you have to hide. No cheating!" said Susan leaning against a tree. Cedric nodded and went off. "One, two, twee, fouw, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eweven, twewve, thiwteen, fouwteen... ONE HUNDWED! HEWE I COME!" Susan said dashing away from the tree. But Cedric was nowhere to be found. The ironic truth was that he was hiding in plain sight. Right behind the tree where Susan was counting. Eventually, she gave up. "Okay! I give up! Wewe awe you?" she asked hesitantly, not wanting to admit defeat. Cedric came from behind the tree and smiled. "Good game," he said. "NO! I'M NOT WEAWING DEM! EVEW!" Susan shouted as she dashed off. Cedric chased after her but lost her quickly.
Susan spent that entire day hiding in the Pinlotto Woods nearby the reserve. "Dewe nevew find me hewe! I won't evew weaw dem! Not weawing da gwasses!" Susan said, pouting. Suddenly, she heard growling coming from a shrub. She turned around and saw a beastly figure. Was this a feral dog? A wolf? No. It was a werewolf. And this is would be the first encounter with them that Susan would have, and it would change her life forever. She backed away slowly. "Good doggie," she said. This is where things get to be very terrifying for her. She tried to run but the werewolf pounced onto her. His hot breath felt like flames against the little girl's cheek. His paw pressed so hard against her stomach, causing indescribable pain. She looked up and saw the beast and his glittering teeth. His piercing eyes terrified her. "HELP!" Susan screamed at the top of her lungs. "Susan?" shouted a voice. Susan tried to see who it was, but she dared not open her eyes again to the beast. "You get away from her, you savage!" but the werewolf ignored her and open his jaws preparing to kill Susan. "Flipendo!" shouted the voice again, and Susan instantly felt the weight of the beast was lifted from her. "Susan! It's me, Amos! Are you alright?" he asked. "Mr. Diggory?" asked Susan barely opening her eyes in fear that the werewolf would come back once she did. "Don't worry. I chased him off," Amos said, helping Susan up. The poor girl began to cry and she was shivering. The pain was still strong in her stomach. "Let's get you back home, okay?" said Amos.
That night haunted Susan to this very day. Nearly being killed is not something that happens to every four year old. That whole month. Susan felt uneasy. January was not a good month for her. Susan would feel better next month. She knew it