Tru was sobbing desperately. She'd finally found where she belonged, where everyone loved and accepted her for who she was, people who she could tell the complete truth to (with the exception of her history or anything about the world she came from), and now it was gone! Gone forever! And Harry, Ron and Hermoine didn't seem to like her at all, although maybe Ron was just still sour from the several hours he'd spent as a lemon… But no, he'd been rather cold to her since he'd been a carrot, and carrots aren't bitter or cold!
Tru was vaguely aware of Dumbledore looking at her with concern, and handing her a handkerchief and she choked out through her sobs, "I—I'm sorry professor, I mean, Headmaster… I swear I won't make frogs again… I just.." She watched Dumbledore gently shake out the handkerchief. Several tiny rainbow scaled fish flapped onto the floor and began thrashing wildly for air. Tru felt like those fish, gasping, stranded without a lifeline. She'd never find them again, or if she did, they would have forgotten her, or be mad that she had been lying to them. Suddenly all her attention shifted as she felt something warm and wet slide along the length of her brow and nose.
Dumbledore was very very far away, and only appeared close. It was a fun house of mirrors and even though her eyes said she was right there, he must be across the hallway, because his voice was coming from so far away. Stupid wizards, she thought, stupid magic, always trying to trick me, hurt me. The wolves are my family, why did I…
"Tru." Dumbledore's mouth was moving. "Tru. Tru, you must tell me what happened, try to focus…" He was holding Chastity back with one hand, like it was nothing, though she was raging and howling to get to Tru. The howls were on a distant mountain, not a member of her pack… the marauders. Tru touched her forehead, the only place it didn't hurt, and he hand came back as bright as a flower. Suddenly she felt very angry about Tru. About Dumbledore. Her sister! He shouldn't be holding her sister back like that! And she snarled at him, feeling her rage grow and grow like Jack's beanstalk, higher and higher. His mouth was still moving, but she could hear nothing but a heavy pounding in her ears, like hands pounding on the door to her house when Chas shoved her into the closet. No!
She lunged for Dumbledore, teeth bared, magical rage crackling around her like jellyfish!
Dumbledore stood up straighter, and suddenly her foot was moving, she was down on the ground, face first into the slippery tear-fish that had just foiled her.
Suddenly, Professor McGonogal burst into the room! "Headmaster, Filch has extremely vital reports for you," and she stepped over Tru's prone form. "Zombies!"
Something clicked in Tru, like the barrel of an empty gun. The start of a thought…
a/n hay guys!! i kno its been awhile but i hope u remember wuts been going on bc the action is rlly picking up!! Ive tried to bring dwn the similies a bit since sum of u find dem hard 2 understand, but they r kind of my trademark!!