Warning! This chapter has an implied kidnapping and rape section! I am in no way making light on either subject and I would like to remind readers that for this chapter you might read something that is extremely unpleasant. Thanks for reading!
How I Changed Fate- Chapter 11: Werewolf
Knowing that it Harry isn't going to learn the Patronus until after Christmas, I figured I should talk with one of the people who would most likely figure out that I am not entirely myself. Remus Lupin, out of all the people here who could find me out is a werewolf who could smell out a lie. I was terrified that he would be the one to point out something was off with me, but, thanks to Professor Snape, I now know that werewolves who use wolfsbane have muted senses. I decided that I had to approach him sooner rather than later.
I walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom after classes ended and stood there in front of Remus Lupin dipping into my Gryffindor courage. "You know, when I followed Harry to his compartment at the beginning of the year, I was terrified that you would expose me for what I am, but when Snape taught our class about werewolves and wolfsbane I knew why. So, tell me Professor, can you tell me if you can still smell a lie when wolfsbane is out of your system?"
Remus Lupin turned around and faced me. "I thought it was odd. You smelled exactly like your parents, yet at the same time you smelled older than you appear. You don't smell like the truth, but you aren't quiet lying either. What are you exactly?"
I frowned and looked at him with my dual colored eyes. "What am I?" I could feel anger coming from somewhere, but I knew it wasn't mine. I wanted so badly to act on this anger, but then I saw a memory and a voice that wasn't mine came out of me.
"I am the Earth, I am the Sky, the Sea; I am the very soul of Magic itself. I was born to feel and connect every being harmoniously as one, but I was weak. I couldn't handle the pain, so I reached out into the abyss of time and space and pulled back a me that was stronger. I found the strongest version of myself and pulled her to now and here on our birthday. She can't feel the pain, she can separate herself from everyone else, she wants to change the fate of those she believes deserves it. You will not stop her; you will not stop us."
I went silent and Remus stared at me like I had grown two heads. "When and where did she pull you from?" He asked as he sat down.
"Midnight August 30th, 2017, Cleveland Ohio United States of America. I was going to be 18 in the morning, but then I woke up here in a 13-year-old body."
"Whose fate are you trying to change?"
"Everyone's."
"What?"
"Everyone's. I know the fate of every major player in the upcoming war, and I want to change as many of their futures as I can. Including yourself."
"Me?"
I almost told him everything right then and there, but I couldn't. "Trust me, you don't want to know everything, ifreann*, I didn't want to know how this all was supposed to end, but I do and I want to change it."
He looked at me and I could feel his sadness twice over, his wolf and him were both sad for me. "The weight of that future on one so young, I cannot image how much pain you feel." Remus sighed. "How do wish me to change young one?" he said in a growl. Moody was out to play now.
"I could feel it."
He looked confused. "Feel what?"
"Your fear, pain, and anger, your wolf. The wolfsbane is slowly killing you, even if I save you from your fate you won't live to see Harry turn 20."
"I can live with that."
I huffed a chuckle. "You say that now, but what if you fell in love got married and had a child, would you be okay with it then?"
His eyes turned amber, his wolf in full control. "A pup? I will have a pup?"
I look the wolf dead in the eyes. "Yes, you will, but you'll die long before they even can remember you."
A growl comes out of him. I come closer with my head down in submission. "Hello, Moody."
"Pup?"
"Yes, I am a pup. I am also a friend of Harry's."
"Smell nice, pup growing into a nice submissive. Decided to make me your alpha?"
I swallow knowing what he means. "No, Moody. I am here to heal your pain can I please talk with Remus? I need to tell him too."
"Pup should be warry around the other dominates, you wouldn't want someone unworthy to take you."
I giggle at that thinking he is talking about Draco. "I promise my mac tíre álainn*."
His eyes faded. "I'm sorry. I lost control."
"Its fine. Moody didn't hurt me."
"How?"
I smiled. "I bore my neck to him and he simply smelled me and said I smelt nice."
"That's it?"
I blushed. "I think he could smell my cycle because he told me to be careful after asking me if I was giving myself to him."
He gave me wide eyes and flushed. "Yes, he and I can both smell… that. I am sorry for the rude remarks though."
"Now back to the topic I wanted to have with you."
"You're not going to tell me anymore than you have about the future, will you?"
I look at him. "I can't risk telling you more. I could accidently start a time paradox and I would have no way to stop your fate."
"How so?"
"Imagine, if you can, a painting as the future. Now every persons painting is different with only two things, life and death, as permanent fixtures in the painting. Every person is painting their own painting, but someone comes along while you are painting and interrupts by saying what they think the painting is. You ignore the person, but you can't get the image they said they saw and eventually that is what you paint."
"I see. Basically, you are worried that saying the future that it will solidify that future which is what you are trying to stop."
"Yep. So, back to what I wanted to share with you. You need to stop taking wolfsbane, and before you tell me that is a bad idea, I am going to share with you something 'I' remember from learning to control myself."
"What?"
"Self-empowerment."
"What?"
"You are going to empower yourself."
"How?"
"Well first things first. You have to accept Moody as a part of yourself."
"But it's- "
"A monster? Is it? A monster wouldn't ask for permission. A monster takes what it wants. A monster doesn't worry about others. A true monster would have just killed me without a single care for anything I had to say, yet here I am untouched without a single tear in my eye. Ollphéist*, ridiculous. The wolf is an extension of you the longer you think of it as a monster, the more you think of yourself as one and that is called self-deprecation which will be your undoing."
"Why did she think you were the strongest of yourself?"
I froze looking away. "Why do you ask?"
"She was born and fit into every single one of the Hogwarts houses and has braved through everything that I would think any 13-year-old could do and never failed. Why would she think you would be stronger than she was?"
I sighed. I could remember the scars, the pain; I could still feel the ache, and I prayed as I spoke. "I was," I swallowed remembering how I survived, "broken. Before I ever learned about any of your fates, when I was 10… I… I met a true monster. He stole me and broke me. I was saved two months before I turned 11 when I was thrown the fate of Harry Potter and all his friends and family. I grew up with Harry, we were both 11 and being thrown into life with a weight. I decided then and there if Harry Potter can take on his monsters, I wouldn't let my monsters define me. I may have been broken, but I got back up and fought to be strong. I kept telling myself I was strong, and that I could do anything I put my mind to. And guess what I became stronger, and I did everything I set my mind to. That is self-empowerment."
He stared at me. "I am the first person you have ever told that to, aren't I?"
I laughed. "It's not like I can tell anyone else what I know, or even share a bit of that because it is not something 'I' have technically had to. Everyone I knew back where I am from already knew it happened, so I have never needed to before today."
Remus smiled at me. "Well, I guess it doesn't hurt to try something new."
That was how I started to teach Remus Lupin the power of self-empowerment. I wondered briefly if Voldemort had ever heard of it either because if not it would be something that he 'knows not' like the prophecy. I laughed at that thought and finished writing the lists that Professor Lupin was going to be using to improve himself without my extreme aid to get him started. I now had someone who was trustworthy to confide in who was going to be the Gryffindor he was born to be and brave himself. I wondered if this would actually save him in the long run or if he would stay the half-broken man that he was.
Ifreann= Hell, Ollphéist= A monster. Sorry for the long wait my laptop had to get repaired and that took a while but now I am good to go! Anyone want to share your thoughts on what you think of this Chapter please do! Thanks Bye bye!
