The detentions with McGonagall and Sirius tired Giselle out. She had to spend her evenings with her Head of House and a rather ruffled Sirius who often shot her dirty looks and curse under his breath whenever they talked. Giselle could see he was at war with himself over something and she was determined to know what.

Giselle left another one of McGonagall's detentions where she spent the last four hours removing crude diagrams in textbooks by hand and her right hand shook with cramps.

"See you tomorrow." Sirius muttered as they left the classroom and Giselle rubbed her drooping eyes, confused. It was 11:30 at night – where could he possibly be going?

"What are you doing?" She asked but Sirius shook his head and glanced at his clock then out of the nearby window.

"Go up to the Tower, Giselle." He told her and she raised an eyebrow.

"Wha-,"

Sirius grabbed her shoulders and grimaced, "Go to bed." Giselle examined his face then nodded.

"I'm going, I'm going. Just... Just be careful," She said softly and Sirius nodded with a gentle smile but it was wiped off with a glower. The pair set off in opposite directions and soon; Giselle finally reached the common room.

The warm tower was empty and silent except for the numbing crackle of the firewood. Giselle sat down on the sofa and reached for her uncompleted homework but she failed abysmally the second her head brushed the large cushions where her bag sat. Her eyes glued shut and she fell straight to sleep.

Hours ticked by and Giselle slept on dreamless due to exhaustion but something woke her up instantly. Something she had never heard before in the Gryffindor Tower but out in the grounds. Giselle's eyes shot open and she slowly sat up when she heard it again. She looked around for any signs for the source of the sound but nothing looked out of the ordinary – not even a cleaning house elf or another stray student.

Gallop... Panting... Squeak... Giselle froze and stood up with her arms crossed. She was so sure she heard those sounds before and she was determined to find out where they were coming from. Slipping on a jacket and checking that she had her wand, Giselle left the Tower in curiosity because she heard it again.

The corridors were so silent at night which amplified the sounds. Did the source of the ruckus want Giselle to follow them or was it a pure coincidence that she had captured the sounds? She made sure her footsteps made no sound so nobody could catch her out unaware yet after a few long minutes, Giselle arrived in one of the corridors parallel to the Entrance Hall. It was very winding and narrow but the rooms down here were used for temporary classrooms or visitors to the castle but the sounds had led her here. She heard it up ahead in one of the end classroom so she entered the room and looked around.

The far tapestry of three dancing kelpies swayed delicately despite the lack of any breeze. Smiling, Giselle approached it and looked behind the woven strands to see a narrow passage. She stared at it in disbelief and jogged down the dark and cold path before reaching a large door with a large carving of four animals. The dim lighting made it hard to make out what they were exactly but before Giselle drew her wand; she heard it again. Her stomach fluttered so she ignored the pictures and exited the passage.

Giselle's jaw dropped – she was out in the grounds on one of the small cliff faces overlooking the Black Lake and Whomping Willow. Breathless, Giselle paused and admired the view below that was bathed in the full moon's bright light.

She heard it again. The squeaks were loud enough to be heard over the nearby trees' rustling branches and the galloping grew distant yet more often. She was close. Trekking down to the Lake's edge, Giselle hurried in case she missed whatever had appeared on this night. The cool air pricked her senses and she knew something was different. Her eyes wandered up to the vast moon that began to fade above but she knew when she heard a new sound. It was way too late.

Werewolf: a person who changes for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.

Giselle gazed around the grounds and saw something stare at her. The eyes were like no other but she had seen some like them before. She recognized them from her childhood when her brother lured her into the home of a werewolf during a holiday. The same horror-struck spasm crossed her body as the eyes grew brighter the nearer the beast got.

She tried to run, hide or scream for help but scarred memories had frozen her body. The fear took over and she couldn't move. She knew she should have stayed in the Gryffindor Tower where she was safe and sound. She cursed her curiosity.

The wolf had reached her and swiped her with its sharp claws. Giselle tried to grab her wand but another swipe made the wood shoot off in the other direction yet without really thinking – Giselle kicked the immense creature in the ribs which made it tumble backwards. Rolling onto her side, Giselle struggled to find feeling in her feet.

"GISELLE!"

The grounds grew dim when she saw everything change. The moon had changed – it was no longer a full moon. The werewolf had gained its balance and was about to pounce again but its limbs and features morphed. Giselle cried and stared dubiously at the transforming figure but before she could get a good look at its face; three silhouettes tried to rip the werewolf away from Giselle yet it growled and fell forwards onto her. Giselle squeaked and held the finally fully transformed human but one look at his face made the stars above swim.

"...Fuck – I'm getting expelled. I hurt somebody. I hurt you – SHIT!" Remus Lupin screamed and crawled backwards away from everyone with tears streaming down his face as his hands clawed at his hair. New scars covered his face and Giselle cried out silently to help him. Peter shook his head and bent down to comfort Remus while James whispered something to Sirius before helping Peter calm Remus down. Giselle stared at the group before looking up at Sirius who seemed to be at war with himself but before she could say a single word – she passed out.

Giselle woke up an hour later on the snug sofa and for a few seconds she thought that the whole werewolf scare was a nightmare until she felt her collarbone sting. Her eyes widened as she sat up quickly and looked around. At her feet sat James who had his hands behind his head as he whispered over to Sirius who sat on the floor between Giselle and the dying fire. Peter was quietly rummaging through a small sack labelled 'Property of Professor Slughorn' while Remus sat on the edge of the armchair with his head in his arms. They all looked at Giselle the second she sat up.

"Giselle... How do you feel?" James asked as he sat up properly with worry etched in his face. Giselle blinked hard and sighed, rubbing her eyes before letting a vague smile overcome her lips. She looked at them all and shook her head, trying to understand the facts.

"Give me a few seconds to process this." She asked and they all nodded. Remus gritted his teeth and tried to hold back his words but he couldn't help it, "I'm so sorry."

Giselle looked at him, stood up and marched over to the poor boy. He expected at least a flinch but Giselle accepted him the way he was – scars and all. She wrapped her arms around Remus and held him tight. She wanted him to know that she would be there for him no matter what the circumstance and nothing would prevent that. She felt him physically sigh and it made her feel warmer.

"But I hurt you-,"

"I've had worst. This will heal up and nobody has to find out about it. I promise, Remus." She told him before kissing him on the cheek. He let a tiny smile perk up the corner of his mouth before physically brightening. He yawned and announced he would go and try to earn a couple hours of sleep before classes. Giselle sat down on the couch and almost ordered the others to bed as well.

"Ok Mum," James responded, "Just try and get some sleep, ok? You've had quite a scare." He told her and she shot him a smile.

"I'm fine. Bed – now."

"Put some of this on the cut." Peter added chucking her a tub of paste and Giselle thanked him as he climbed the stairs. She yawned and looked at Sirius who was perched on the sofa's arm with a deep frown.

"I told you to go to bed."

"I did," she shot back, "well... I tried but something woke me up. I heard some animals parading around the Tower and I was curious." Sirius cocked an eyebrow before sliding down beside Giselle, shaking his head.

"Curiosity killed the cat." He muttered but Giselle rolled her eyes and snuggled up to Sirius. His body stiffened for a few seconds before relaxing into her. She looked down at the tub in her hands and snorted.

"You need to loosen up a bit, mate. Could you put some of this on me? I can't actually see where the cut is." She asked and Sirius laughed gently before unscrewing the lid and applying the thick paste on her collarbone. She sighed at the relieving feeling and closed her eyes.

"I guess its working?" He asked and Giselle nodded, yawning widely as she lent back into Sirius again. He frowned as he hated himself for letting her do this. He was still angry at the whole Snivellus kiss business but as he looked down at Giselle who looked so peaceful with her eyes closed...

"Why are you angry at me?" Giselle murmured her navy eyes still hidden beneath her lashes and Sirius groaned silently.

"I saw you kiss Snivellus on Valentine's Day and... I didn't like it." He admitted and Giselle sniggered.

"Were you jealous?"

"No." He answered fast. Giselle stayed silent for a minute before sleepily answering back.

"I don't fancy Severus. He's just a friend... He didn't even mean to kiss me because he likes someone else – I can tell but don't hate him for stupid things like that; especially these days. You don't need to worry about him. He's just a friend..." She repeated and Sirius let go of a large gasp of breath. A smile settled on his lips as he closed his eyes and rested his head upon Giselle's. He was ready to drift off into an easy sleep when Giselle mumbled one last thing.

"It's our brothers we want to worry about. I'm sirius."

He laughed and pulled her into him tighter as she giggled at the pun she used to annoy him with years ago. Sirius decided Sleepy Giselle was his favourite Giselle.

"Please don't." He chuckled. The pair fell asleep instantly as the sky outside began to fade into a beautiful indigo.