A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Auction Day 5 Creature werewolf
Word Count: 773
The first night she turned was the hardest. It had been a new moon last month, she'd been born after the full moon, so this was her first full moon. She hadn't known it was going to happen. No one knew it was going to happen.
One minute, she'd been curled up in her crib, sound asleep under her soft pink and purple blankets. The next she felt her entire body starting to itch, to ache. Her eyes flew open and she looked around her room. She could see the mobile of unicorns twirling above her bed. She wrapped a tiny fist around her blanket, hoping it would make the entire sensation stop. It didn't. She didn't have the words to describe what was happening.
She screamed, her screams became howls. She realized she could hear everything. She could hear the water running in the other room from the tap, she could hear the crickets outside chirping. She could hear everything. She heard her parents' footsteps running, she could hear them talking, but she wasn't quite old enough to understand the words.
What was happening to her? She realized she could smell them. She could smell her mum and dad. Dad smelled like dust, gold, with a hint of aftershave. Mum smelled like flowers, like perfume. She twitched her nose sneezing. She scooted backwards in her crib. Her newly sprouted tail hit the bars and she yelped. Her onesie was in shreds, but her nappie was still in one piece, save for her tale sticking out. She wasn't cold though. The thick coat of grey fur prevented that.
She could see them looking down at her from the doorway. She could smell the fear, the confusion rolling off them in waves. Why were they scared of her? She didn't understand. They were pack! They were Mum and Daddy. She was their pup, they should be over here with her.
She yelped at them, calling them to her. Her little paws padded against the soft bedding. She noticed a stuffed toy in the corner of the crib. Wonderful! She wanted to play. Why didn't Mum and Daddy want to play? She grabbed the toy with her sharp teeth, her canines piercing the teddy bear's arm.
She shook it. The plastic eyes hitting the bars caused noise. She let out a playful bark. This was fun! Mum and Daddy didn't seem to think it was fun. She sat, tilted her head at them. They were talking, she could see their lips moving. She didn't understand them, did it matter what they were saying? No, it didn't! She wanted to play still.
She grabbed the toy again, holding it out to them, trying to get their attention by making small barks and circling the inside of her crib. The arm made a slight ripping sound as she shook it again. She could see the white stuffing start to pop out. She heard Mum gasp. She tilted her head wondering why neither of her parents wanted to play with her.
She yawned. Running in circles was tiring! She was also getting hungry. Mum was still standing across the room! She yelped hungrily, trying to get her attention. She watched as Mum took a step in her direction. Daddy grabbed Mum's arm. He said something to her, pointing in the direction of the crib. Daddy's face was angry, worried. He smelled even stronger of fear.
She stared at them in confusion. She was hungry! She howled loudly at them, letting the whole world know her displeasure at having to wait for food. Mum left the room. She watched Daddy walk a little closer, he was talking to her, words she didn't quite understand. She perked up when he said her name, Victoire. She yelped excitedly, wagging her tail at him.
Mum had returned, carrying something. She handed it to Daddy, he reached out and slid it between the bars. She tilted her head, why wasn't he coming to hold her? Didn't he love her anymore? She walked over and investigated the thing.
It was made of pink plastic, with a rubber nipple on the top. She licked it, her tongue pressing against the top. Milk dripped out and she howled in ecstasy. Food! She curled around the bottle, lapping the milk out until it was empty.
With a full belly, she yawned again, curling up in a small warm ball around the teddy bear she had ripped the arm from and fell sound asleep. She didn't even wake when her fur, tail, and fangs disappeared at morning light leaving her parents with a million questions and no answers.