Wolf Assassin

The snow fell softly on the windowpane of the library, and covered the footprints that scattered grounds with a fresh blanket of white. The tall, grey trees were slowly covered in fluff making their long boney branches look as if they were made of lace. My head sat empty on my shoulders today. With no one to talk to and nothing to do the snow seemed to fall inside my head also, filling the free space with a blank white screen.

My breath was constantly fogging the glass and obscuring my view, not that there was much to look at, but it was better than watching the books sit on their shelves. I pulled my sleeve over my hand and wiped it off so I could see the frozen lake. It looked so lonely, and I felt for it.

Christmas was a very lonely time for me this year. Emma and Aden had gone with their families to go sledding. I'm not sure where, but considering they're families are magical I figured they must be some place cool. And Oliver was never around. I wish I knew what he did all day. I missed all my friends, Oliver had never quite been the same since it started to snow, and he never went outside. I knew he didn't like water but this was a little bit irrational.

So having read all the books I needed to finish before classes started again I was extremely board. Often times I walked around outside and see how far I could travel out on the ice without it making sounds as if it would cave in under me…. Not my brightest idea, but it hadn't happened yet. Once I even walked into the forest to see if it looked like it had in my dream. I hadn't gotten too far but it did look that way about an eighth of a mile in.

Sometimes I would go and walk around by Hagrid's hut, but I would never go in. It was too awkward not saying anything, I mean of course Hagrid would talk but other than that I felt strange just sitting without anything to say to him.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. Then something crinkled in my pocket. Slightly intrigued I pulled out a teal colored envelope, the one mom and dad had sent to me. Professor Fuorviante knew Latin; maybe she would be able to tell me about what the writing on the wall in the third picture said.

I really didn't feel like getting up , but eventually found strength enough to walk to the sixth floor, not remembering much about the trip.

I sighed was about to push the door open when heard voices on the other side.

"Kill her?!" I heard a woman's voice gasp. I stopped short and began listening.

"You told me you'd help!" a raspy man's voice said, I remembered his voice but I couldn't put a face to it.

"Help yes, but I can not kill a student!"

My ear was glued to the door now. Who were they going to kill?!

"You do not have to kill her, just get her where I want her and I'll do the rest."

"She's only a first year! May I ask why?"

"If she is truly what I think she is, she could raise the next empire!"

"And what if she's not?"

"She is, I know it. Who else has that name and is a wolf?"

I swallowed hard… they were talking about me…. Kill me? How? Why? My mind said run to any where as quickly as possible, but my feet stayed planted firmly in place, and my ear on the door.

"She will die tonight," the raspy voice hissed.

The woman stifled a sob and said "But Luperca's just a girl!" my heart began to pound even faster and my stomach was doing flips "What will you do to her?"

"It won't be too difficult, as you said, she just a girl."

I heard footsteps nearing the door and it flew open hitting me in the face, but who ever had done it was unaware. I could feel the blood trickling out of my nose and down my lip. It hurt like it was broken, but I stayed quiet. They didn't close the door behind them so I couldn't see who it was, and they couldn't see me.

I stood silently for a moment until I was certain that who ever it is was gone, and then I took off for the eagle statue. My bloody nose spattered red along the floor and students I passed as I ran, but I didn't care. I saw windows and doors fly by at the speed of light, but I felt like the closer I got the farther away I was. I came to a screeching halt at the statue, but didn't have time to catch my breath.

"Silver tabby!" I panted and the statue began to move, but not fast enough. When it finally reached the top I saw Professor McGonagall sitting behind her desk.

"Help…." I pleaded, completely out of breath.

She looked up at my bloody nose and beet red face. "What's happened?"

"I-I was up at the … sixth floor… and I heard-… someone- and they're going to kill me!"

"Calm down, Dear," she said waving her wand at a goblet and a pitcher of water, which poured itself and hovered over to me. I took it from the air and sipped some to be polite. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

"They're going to kill me!"

"Who?" she asked trying to humor me.

"I-I don't know, but they were on the sixth floor and when I went to talk to Professor Fuorviante and they were talking about killing someone, so I listened and it was me!" I said in one breath.

"Luperca, I think you need to lie down for a while, get some rest."

"NO! They were there and they are going to kill me, tonight!"

"Luperca. Go rest."

I felt my cheeks flush and my eyes fill with tears, but I nodded and left.

Professor McGonagall had told me to go rest, but I wouldn't be doing that. I couldn't rest for a long while.

I returned to the common room and began to write a letter to Emma and Aden. When it was finished I threw on my winter jacket and gloves, and headed outside, for the owlery. Maybe they could help, or know what to do. I didn't honestly believe myself, but this was the only idea I had.

The blinding wind blew harshly against my face as I trudged threw the snow, up to my knees at this point. My shoes were full of water and my feet felt like they would fall off at any second. I shivered and inhaled another icy lung full of the unforgiving storm. It took me at least twenty minutes to get there and a smelly room of screeching, biting owls was hardly worth the trip. But I sent one of none the less and that was all I could do.