I stumbled backward in surprise as I fell into the gaze and suffocated in that primal feeling. I could see a dark figure silhouette in front of a full moon. The light was blinding and the feeling of being torn to pieces in pursuit of fighting power and a promise of forever gripped me. I couldn't breathe as I felt images flash through my mind of the hunt, a pack, and of painful loneliness. The emotions raging psychotically through each single one. I could smell the earth enthralling my senses and the power of moonlight surging bloodred through my veins. I let out a soundless roar as an image of snapping jaws tried to capture my face.

There was a raging spirit devouring everything in sight and there was no pack to draw its attention away from the hunt. I felt my teeth elongate and my eyes sharpen with focus. It was painful; not like the animagus transformation at all.

I fell out gasping and clawing at myself in panic and trying to break free. Freedom. That was what the psychotic part of it all promised and gave entirely and it was hard not to give in. Give into freedom. Just one taste wouldn't sate a person's thirst. An animal's thirst. And a man's curse.

When I was able to look up, I looked into the eyes of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The look returned was frightened, but enthralled in its very own manner; animal curiosity. Just when I was about to say something that was idiotic in its own way, I fell backwards onto cold stone as the door at my back opened. I blinked owlishly up at Snape who held a steaming goblet of potion filled with what smelt like... wormwood?

The dark man's lip curled in distaste. "What, Mr. Dresden, are you doing leaning against the classroom door?"

"Sorry, Severus, we were just about to go in search of our first specimen for class," Lupin answered.

My gaze, along with Snape's, shot over to the man across the room putting on a heavy, patched robe. Lupin gave me a look that to me obviously said shut up and go with it as he strolled up to us. I decided to remove myself from the stone floor. Snape looked between us, glared at what I was wearing for a bare instant, and then scowled darkly with suspicion.

"It's true, Mr. Snape, sir," I supplied. "He told me he had finished cleaning the class the night before and is currently in search of third year's specimen."

"Which is?" Snape asked with a sneer, looking disdainfully down at me.

I rolled my eyes and Lupin answered, "Boggarts."

"Indeed, how delightful," Snape growled darkly. "Do you know what a boggart is, Mr. Dresden?"

I thought really hard and it came to me. "It's a creature that takes form of something you most fear."

"Do you know that you are as irritating as Miss Granger?" he asked with a sneer.

"Yes, sir," I replied with a cheeky grin as I went to lean against the door frame.

Hermione was constantly able to answer every question correctly. It drove Snape up the wall. I tried to help a bit by making him go through the ceiling, however. My answers, albeit not directly quoted from a textbook, were quite often correct.

"You will drink this straight," Snape snarled and shoved the goblet into Lupin's hands when the man finally stood next to the two of us.

He eyed Lupin until the fairer man nodded and smiled thankfully. Snape twirled and flew past me and out of the room with no backward glance. There was a pause of silence before I lost my smile and I sank back down onto the floor with a groan of exhaustion.

"That man always has the worst timing," I snorted and began to laugh tiredly.

Lupin's face appeared above me. "Care to explain what just happened, Harry?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I chuckled as looked up into his eyes without fear of falling into another soul gaze.

"Try me," Lupin growled playfully with a tired smile and I watched as he sipped the goblet with a grimace.

"Must not have sugar in it, then, huh?" I asked.

"None," he agreed. "It'd ruin Severus' work."

"So you're a lupe, huh?" I asked in a soft voice that I knew any normal person wouldn't be able to decipher, but four types of wolf-changers could. As Harry would say: Hexenwolves. Werewolves. Lycanthropes. Loup-garou. What will they think up next? (1)

"Umm..." Lupin paused as he looked at me with surprise. "Yes."

"What kind of wolf?" I asked with curiosity. "I haven't met anyone but the local werewolf pack back home."

Now I know I'm going to have to explain this. First, we have a classic werewolf which basically is a animagus that has to learn the trademark characteristics of a normal wolf. Second, we have a werewolf that had someone turn them into a wolf instead of doing it themselves. Third, we have the Hexenwolf that carries a deal with the devil and changes with the help of a wolf-hide belt which creates a creature with a human intelligence and an animal's ferocity. Fourth, there is the Lycanthrope who are born and not made and are produced more from a spirit of rage than anything else. Fifth, we introduce the Loup-garou who is cursed to become a wolf-like demon on the full moon and is a killing machine with speed, power, and ferocity mixed with the skill to recover from injuries quickly and any kind of socery will just slide right on by instead of infecting their mind. The fifth is the only one that can be killed with silver bullets, but only the silver can be inherited to work. My conclusion to my knowledge in this field of study is due to Bob the Skull who lectured me when I asked if the damn wolf-changers were for real. Now I know everything. Well, maybe.

"What do you mean?" he asked in surprise. "Are you saying that there are different types of wolves?"

I looked up at him with surprise. "Well, yes, if you get technical."

"How technical?"

"Well there's the classic two styles of werewolves, a Hexenwolf, Lycanthrope, and Loup-garou," I explained hastidly. How come he didn't know this?

"I just thought I was of one kind," he stated with bafflement.

"This is going to be one of those conversatiions, isn't it?(2)" I asked. Then I started to explain the types of wolf-changers.

At last, he replied thoughtfully, "I would suppose I'm a Loup-garou."

"Most likely," I agreed and looked thoughtfully at the ground.

"What happened earlier?" Lupin asked with amusement.

I slid into a nearby seat and paused to look at him. "I'm not sure that the Council would have me telling you, but I suppose I have to tell you. We gazed on each other's souls." I explained the soul gaze and then the White Council with a tired voice.

It was almost the end of detention for me when I finished the lecture. It was closing in on my bedtime as well and for the others who were in our secret classroom that they were practicing their transformations right now. Lupin looked deep in thought once I finished.

"That would explain a lot about your past," Lupin muttered. "Dumbledore told me that your father states that he's a wizard who practices in the open. Is that true?"

"Yes, Harry is a wizard," I answered with a yawn. "So is my brother, Adam. I can do both types of wizarding. It's hard to be of the two worlds when you've known one through your childhood."

"What do you mean?"

"It's annoying having to use a wand instead of a staff or blasting rod," I replied with a tired grin. "I've more use of doing everything without than with something that wastes time on stupid gestures. This wizarding world is especially weird. They don't follow the same laws." He looked at me questionably and I quickly explained the laws of magic.

Lupin muttered something, but paused to look around up at a clock. "Detention's over. You should head off to bed."

"I should," I agreed and I know my eyes held a sparkle of mischief and stood up and walked to the door.

"I'm just going to forget that you suddenly got that expression," he grumbled with irritation suddenly. "That's the same look your father would give me before we would pull a prank."

"Oh?" I replied as I turned to look at him with a grin and winked. "Good night, Professor."

"Night, Harry," Lupin replied as he watched me turn and leave the classroom with a thoughtful expression.

It was when I was two corridors away from the classroom that I started running toward the classroom that my peers were probably still in. I made it to the classroom just as the door opened and they started exiting. Neville looked up in surprise and Hermione gestured for all of us to go back in it. I followed closely behind while looking over my shoulder with calculating eyes. Perhaps if we put up a silencing charm?

I shrugged. I ignored the thought. It wasn't much use if we didn't stay long.

"So what's going on?" Jenci asked with a frown as he shrugged on his normal muggle black jean jacket.

"I just had an interesting detention that I cannot even tell you about," I replied with a grin. I looked around and noticed a missing person. "Where's Blaise?"

"Malfoy got a hold of him after dinner," Hermione sniffed angrily. "He was obviously up to something."

"We hoped that he would be here, but he never showed up," Zuri answered while yawning, letting out a sound like a wounded puppy as she spoke.

"D-do you think h-he's all right?" Neville asked nervously.

I gave him a small smile and answered, "He probably is. He can take care of himself, after all."

"Seriously, he's never missed a meeting unless both of you are in detention," Hermione stated matter-of-factly. "You don't think they set him up to get into trouble?"

"I doubt it," Jenci chuckled with amusement. "I know for a fact that Blaise wouldn't fall into one of their traps unless he threw all common sense to the wind."

"You do realize boys do that quite often?" Zuri pointed out with a snort. "It's like in your wiring or something."

"You do realize I find that greatly insulting?" Jenci replied with a dark frown.

"And you do realize that I just don't care?" She giggled and went pass her half-brother and went to stand next to Hermione. "It's too late to be risking trouble, don't you think?"

"Yes," Hermione agreed and sighed. "Why did we pick the classroom furthest from the tower?"

"I would give an answer, but you'd probably lose your temper," Zuri replied pointedly and then gestured at Jenci. "Come on, Jen, or we'll be caught for sure."

"Yes, mother," he muttered and trailed after his sister who paused at the door and gave us a warm smile and bid us goodnight before disappearing with Jenci into the dark corridor.

"Do you think we'll get caught?" I whispered wickedly to Hermione who gave me her death glare. Neville frowned.

"I think there's a seventy percent chance of us getting caught," Hermione stated darkly. "We should've just gone to bed instead of talking for a couple of minutes."

"You were the one--" I stopped immediately when I noticed the look of death coming toward me.

"Let's just go," she said. "We could risk staying here all night and getting caught or getting up to bed while taking a greater risk of being caught." Neville gulped noticeably.

"You should write children stories," I whispered with annoyance as she realized her mistake.

"Sorry, Neville, but--" he interrupted her.

"I-it's all right," he sighed tiredly. "We're G-Gryffindors. We like challenges." I could've cheered in joy of his resolution and step forward of courage.

"Okay, let's go," I whispered as I peered out the door and saw that it was all clear.

We quietly exited the classroom and started heading toward a corridor that led to the staircase nearby. I paused and scanned the area, using my jaguar animagus eyes to see in the dark, as the other two headed up the stairs with as much silence as they could. I went to follow, but I felt a hand suddenly on my shoulder and I bit my lip to keep from yelling in surprise.

My jaguar eyes gave me a clear view of Hermione and Neville pausing to look behind and the surprise on their faces probably looked worse than my own. I gestured with my head to tell them to keep moving. Hermione nodded and grabbed Neville and they hurried up the stairs. Then I turned to look who was behind me.

I breathed, "Professor."

"I thought you had already gone up to bed, Harry," Lupin stated with a low voice, but his eyes suddenly focused on mine. Shit. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"Nothing," I replied and looked away and changed them back to normal before looking back at the older man. "Is there something wrong?"

"Obviously," he stated with a slight twitch upward at the corner of his lips. "You're not in bed, yet."

"Well that's not entirely true," I replied with a sudden thought of an idea.

"Oh?"

"I'm metaphorically there, Professor," I stated with a cheeky grin which earned one in reply.

"I'll escort you up to make sure you will physically end up there," he suggested and guided me up the stairs with a roll of his eyes.

We made about two flights before he started looking down at me with a frown. I glanced up at him and gave a questioning gaze. He sighed darkly in reply and opened his mouth to speak.

"I know you explained about that soul-gaze incidence, but what I don't understand is why I saw an image of you changing into a dark feline," he stated with confusion. "Could you explain why I witnessed that? Or should I ask more about why your eyes were not entirely normal earlier?"

That made me stop. "If you know something," I began darkly as I looked up at him with narrowed eyes, "then you should state it."

"You're a feline animagus, aren't you?" he asked with a pointedly similar gaze of narrowed eyes.

I shrugged. I gave him a look of indifference and walked up the last staircase that led to the floor of the tower's entrance. Lupin quickly chased after me and I turned to look at him warily. He paused at the end of the corridor when I finally paused at the Fat Lady's Portrait.

"Harry," he called lightly.

"What?" I asked, now annoyed. I didn't want him to know about my animagus form.

"Your father would be proud of you," he stated with a smile. "He was a stag."

I watched him as he disappeared with a dropped jaw. I could hear a light whistling distancing itself from me and I couldn't for the life of me move. I was stunned.

"Well fuck a goat and call me Lucinda," I breathed with a sudden grin and felt like I'd be pulled by the funny coincidence chain.

I practically turned with a spring in my step and told the Lady the password. She giggled and the portrait flew open and allowed me entrance and closed behind me. I went to the stair case and paused to pick up Misha who sat on the railing watching me expectedly.

"You'll never believe how weirder everything is getting, Mish," I chuckled as I walked upstairs, shaking my head in bemusement. "If this year gets any stranger, I just might need a clinic."

A meow is what I received in reply. I laughed softly and tossed Misha on the four-poster bed that was my own. Neville bid me goodnight as he sat waiting and I waved merrily at him. He quirked a smile as did I, only bigger.

I peeled off the clothes and went to bed. I paused when I noticed Scabbers, Ron's rat slash Peter Piper (or Pettigrew, if you want to get technical), sleeping on Ron's nightstand. I motioned for Misha to move in on the rat, but my cat ignored me and curled up on my pillow.

"Good for nothing, furball," I growled as I picked the cat up and moved him off my pillow, then set the cat down on the ground, and decidedly went to sleep, but sat straight up a second later.

I touched my teeth and noticed my incisors grew. I concentrated and felt them go back to normal. Sighing, I laid back down and rubbed my temples. Honestly, I thought as I rolled my eyes and went to sleep. No wonder Lupin looked confused during my lecture and kept glancing at my mouth. I just thought it was a queer moment.

NoteS:

(1) & (2) is from Fool Moon.

It is the end of first semester. --breaks out in Snoopy Dance-- ROCK ON!

I hope this helps... I didn't know how to put this entire chapter, but I tried to put some plot in it. I personally don't feel good about it, but, I know, I won't be able to better it. So I hope one of you finds it enjoyable. Thanks for the comments; I'm so glad you're enjoying this story. I really am just goofing with an idea that had been playing about in my head. This is like the fifth version I've written and I've actually made it farther with this version than any other. For that, I am so glad. I'm even more happy that you guys enjoy it.

At the moment, I've tried to finish the second year, but now I'm writing the beginning of fifth year and I'm enjoying the hell out of it. I love to write about Umbridge because I know this Harry will just rub her utterly wrong with his views. It made me giggle when I wrote about the beginning of where they're trying to take him to Headquarters... I'm really perverse... I shouldn't say anymore. I'll ruin it if I do.

So I'll just leave you here and now. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and so forth along with happy dreidel games... I've had that song stuck in my head for four months along with Alice in Wonderland's I'm Late song. It's been horribe for my friends. I seriously break out into singing fits. It's crazy. Or perhaps, I'm crazy... ooooh! --rolls eyes--

Well I hope you enjoy the holidays and all that nonsense. I'm getting stolen by close friends who've come home from universities (or from their own houses)... it's nice. We spent the whole time raiding the cookies at one's home and joking around. I hope you guys are all merry and warm for Christmas; it's cold here. And I hope you leave comments.

Merry Christmas and happy (let me attempt to spell this because I'm way to lazy to actually look it up at the moment; come on, it's one in the morning, cut me some slack) Hanuakkah!