Tale of a female Werewolf
Part 6
The Whole Werewolf Bit
By: Lavander Blues
Disclaimer: The only person I own in this story is Amanda Ookami. Harry Potter and its characters belong to J.K Rowling.
A/N: Yes, I know the liquefied silver thing is the stupidest idea ever, but I was bored, and when I'm bored I need humour. Hehehe, It was just a funny idea at the time, so I added it in. Also the name of this part… well, I couldn't think of anything else.
It was a sunny October day, two weeks after the full moon. Amanda and Hermione were sitting in the common room, doing charms homework when Harry and Ron came down from waking up.
"Oh, look," Hermione said sarcastically. "The boys have finally decided to grace us with their presence."
"Yeah, really," Amanda said. Over the past while since she had came back from 'visiting her mom' she had been very moody. The full moon and 'that time of month' don't mix.
"What?" Harry asked defiantly. "We were up planning pranks all night!"
"Oh my god," Hermione said. "You're turning into your father, Harry!"
"What's so bad about that?" he asked.
"And you're turning into Fred and George!" she said, turning on Ron and totally ignoring Harry's last comment. Fred and George, who had heard this, came rushing over at once to congratulate their younger brother.
"Well done ol' chap!" Fred said, shaking his brother's hand.
"It was only a matter of time!" George said, leaning on his shoulder. After ten minutes of tell Ron how proud of him they were, they turned to Harry.
"What's so great about you dad, Harry?" Fred asked.
"Well, him and his three friends were great pranksters." Harry started.
"The best the school had ever seen." Hermione went on.
"They were so great that they had a name for themselves." Ron finished, smile evilly. Harry had told him about how he had got the Marauder's Map from his brothers and how they worshipped Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.
"Well, what was their group name?" Fred asked.
"Maybe we've heard of them." George finished for his brother.
"Oh, you've heard of them all right…" Hermione mumbled.
"Then who were they?" Fred asked, yet again, rather impatiently.
"They were the…" Ron began.
"Marauders." Harry finished.
"What!" George exclaimed.
"Your dad was part of the Marauders!" Fred cried.
"The ones who made the map!?!?!" George cried even louder. Thank god the common room was deserted or the group would have gotten strange looks.
"Yes, them." Hermione said, covering her ears.
"My god, who were the fellow Marauders?" Fred asked, calming down.
"Well…" Harry said, hesitating. "I don't know if they want their names revealed."
"Oh, come on," George pleaded. "Please tell us. We won't tell a single solitary soul."
"Okay," Harry said, after thinking. "They were Professor Lupin, Peter Pettigrew…" he spat Pettigrew's name out like he just ate dirt or something.
"And who's the last one?" Fred asked with interest.
"Well," Ron said. "He's Harry's godfather."
"You have a Godfather harry?" George asked, amazed. "Then why don't you live with him."
"He's on the run, being an escaped convict and all…" Harry said.
"You don't mean…" Fred said, shocked.
"You're not serious." George said, in disbelief.
"No, I'm not Sirius, but my godfather is." Harry said. (An: Sorry, I know, that pun is getting old, but I couldn't help it.)
"Really?" he asked, suddenly having a look of pity on his face. "Oh, Harry I'm so sorry."
"Don't be," Harry replied. "He's the best father-like figure a person could ever have. Being the prankster he is and everything."
"You're glad about this," Amanda asked in total shock. "And Professor Lupin was a prankster? I just don't see it…"
"'You're telling me," Fred mumbled. "Course, we never saw him as the werewolf type either…"
"My godfather is the best godfather a boy could ever have. But he looks out for me a little too much…" Harry stated. "and Sirius has told me some pretty funny pranks that they have pulled that were Professor Lupin's idea."
Fred and George both stared at Harry for a few minutes then ran out of the common room.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ron called after them.
"To praise our favorite teacher!" they called back together. Amanda just sighed and went back to her homework, thinking of funny pranks she would like to pull on Harry…
*****
About a week later, after the numerous pranks pulled by Amanda and Harry on each other, Amanda came down the stairs from her dormitory and exploded with furry. Her usual silver-blonde hair was now bright, crimson red and deep purple.
"Harry Potter, how could you!" Amanda shrieked across the common room at the top of her lung.
"What?" he asked, trying to keep the smug look off his face. He had mixed some food colouring in with her shampoo and conditioner
"Why you little!" she screamed. "How could you. This is gonna take forever to wash out!"
"You are a witch, right?" Ron asked sarcastically, probably in with Harry on the joke.
"Shut up Ron," she said, then turned back to harry. "You are gonna die of embarrassment buddy."
"Well, you shouldn't have died my hair neon colours!" he retorted.
"Well, you shouldn't have added those fireworks to my cauldron in Potions class," she retorted back.
"Well, you shouldn't have made my fire charm burn the whole classroom down." He called out, getting annoyed.
"Well, you shouldn't have set off all the dung bombs on me and Hermione." She cried back.
"Well, you asked for it!" he said.
"I asked for it. How did I ask for it?" she asked, in total furry.
"I… er… um… Oh, bite me!" he cried, lost for word.
"Don't tempt me…" she said, in a dangerously low voice.
"Whatever," he replied, being dense and not getting it.
"That's it Harry Potter," she said in a suddenly dangerously low voice. "This is war. You or non of your friends are going to get away with this, I promise you that!"
"Oh, I'm so scared." He said, trying to sound tough, even though on the inside he was shaking. Even though he actually was, because she was the best prankster he had ever seen. Even better than Fred and George.
*****
The next day at breakfast, Harry's punishment had started. He sat down to eat breakfast only to find out later than he was glued to his seat. The whole hall roared with laughter while Professor McGonnagall tried to get him unstuck while laughing herself.
"I sorry Potter," she stated. "But you're gonna have to cut a hole out of your robes from where you are sitting so you can get unstuck."
"B-b-but Professor," he stammered, totally embarrassed.
"Now hold still while I cut you loose." She said, suddenly bursting out in laughter. She cut him lose and he ran back up to the Gryffindor tower to get his other robes on. HE was brighter red than Ron's hair as he ran up. Amanda just watched in total amusement at how well her prank worked.
*****
Later that day in DADA they were discussing different dark creatures that were loyal to Lord Voldemort and how to get rid of them.
"Then there is the Dementor," Professor Lupin said. "To get rid of a Dementor you need to know how to use the pantronus charm. And there are not many fully capable wizards who can do that charm."
Harry picked that time to walk into the classroom, still bright red with embarrassment from the morning and sat down beside Amanda in his usual place. He took out his books and started writing down the note on the board. Amanda passed him a note a few minutes later after Professor Lupin started the class again. It read:
This is only the beginning. Give up now, and I might be sympathetic. Amanda.
Harry stared at a few minutes. He, being the total idiot he is, thought that Fred and George had pulled the prank when he knew that Amanda had told him that they were now at war over this whole pranks bit. His ears started ringing like the time when he blew up Aunt Marge. Suddenly Amanda's bottle of ink blew up in her face.
"Ahhh!" she shrieked as all the ink and pieces of glass flew in her face. Her pale face was covered in emerald green ink mixed with a little of her blood because of the glass shards. The whole class turned to see what had happened and noticed the poor girls face.
"Oh my gosh, Amanda." Harry said. "I am so sorry. I haven't done this since third year." He jumped out of his desk to see if she was all right.
"No Harry, it's my fault," she said, getting up and wiping some of the ink off her face. "I provoked it. It happens all the time with me. I'm sorry I pulled that silly thing." By this time half the class was standing around seeing if she was all right.
"Are you okay?" Professor Lupin, making his way through the people in the crowd. Amanda turned to him and stood up.
"Oh, just fine." She said. " Just a little freaked. Nothing a little water can't wash off. And a little visit to the hospital wing can't fix."
"Are you sure?" He asked, looking worried.
"Don't worry Professor." She said, giving him a fake smile. "I give you my word that I'm fine. I've had worse things thrashed in my face. Is it all right if I go up to the Hospital Wing?"
"Oh, yes, of course." He said, getting out of her way. She left the room without her stuff and walked to the hospital wing, face still partially emerald green from the exploding inkbottle.
*****
"B- b- but?" Amanda said. "Won't that sting slightly? I mean, having rubbing alcohol poured all over a 'cut' on your arm isn't all that great either, but wizarding rubbing alcohol rubbed into some cuts on the face would probably hurt more." Her face was no longer green, but she still had the little cuts from the glass shards.
"Don't worry, Miss Ookami." Madam Pomfrey reassured her. "It's just a tingling feeling. Much better than those muggle brands."
"I have very sensitive skin…" Amanda protested.
"It will feel like someone is tickling you, that's all." Madam Pomfrey interrupted her. "It's liquefied silver, it has some fasc…"
"Silver?" Amanda asked, paling.
"Yes, why?" Madam Pomfrey asked, confused.
"KEEP IT AWAY!" Amanda cried, running out of the hospital wing at top speed.
"Get back here, Miss Ookami!" Madam Pomfrey called, taking off after her. "I told you it won't hurt."
But it was too late. Amanda had run through the corridors back to the DADA classroom where Professor Lupin was going on about how to destroy werewolves, looking slightly disgusted at the fact that he had to teach this.
"And, erm… to destroy a werewolf…." He said, gravely, as if the class would try it on him any minute now. He turned to Amanda as she rushed into the classroom and closed the door behind her. She starred at Professor Lupin for a second, her face still scratched from the glass, then turned, opened the door and ran out again only to meet Madame Pomfrey once again.
"No!! Please no!" she cried. She ran back into the classroom, grabbed all her books and ran out the opposite door. Madame Pomfrey barged into the class still holding the liquefied silver, trying to get to Amanda, but wasn't fast enough. Professor Lupin and the rest of the class watched in awe at how fast Amanda could run down the corridors of the hallway.
"Erm… Madame Pomfrey," Professor Lupin said, looking out the door after her with the rest of his students. "Can you watch my class for a second so I can go see what's wrong with my student."
She looked hesitant at first of leaving the infirmary alone for so long, but gave in when she realized that she had left it 10 minutes ago to chase down Amanda. Professor Lupin hurried after Amanda, who, with her speed, could have been halfway to Hogsmeade at the moment. But, luckily for him, he found her, walking slowly up to the Gryffindor common room.
"Amanda, I don't think this is the way to Defense Against the Dark Arts." He said, walking up to her. "And also, isn't that the class you just left."
"Oh, erm… Professor Lupin… hehe…" she said, turning around. "Hehe! That was your class I ran out of. I thought it was charms… oops, my mistake. Please don't make me go to the Hospital Wing!" she cried suddenly dropping her books, falling to her knees and grabbing the hem of his robes. "Oh please, I'll do anything!"
"Why?" he asked, curiously. "All she wanted to do is stop the bleeding with her... liquefied silver." He shivered at the thought of silver.
"See that's the problem," Amanda replied matter-of-factly, standing back up and brushing herself off. "I'm… erm… um… deathly allergic… yeah! Deathly allergic to silver! Hehe... so, if it even touches my skin, I'll totally break out in… erm… huge blistering welts."
"Oh really." Professor Lupin said, raising an eyebrow. "Is that so."
"Yeah, of course it is!" she said, trying to hide it all up, then a somber expression broke out on her face. "You don't buy it, do you?"
"No, not really." Lupin replied. "Deathly allergic to silver. If I could have gotten away with that one… anyway, not only that, but as soon as you heard the topic we were on you kind of rushed out like someone was going to attack you at any second."
"Oh, that!" Amanda said, once again trying to cover it up. "Hehe! I just remembered that I had an important meeting with Professor Dumbledore! Hehehe…"
"Amanda, I thing a werewolf knows when another werewolf is around." Lupin said, giving her the infamous 'look'.
"Why are all you teachers so smart!" she cried. "It's just not fair! And you don't have to answer that because it was a rhetorical question. Wait a second…" it suddenly dawned on her what Lupin had just said, also remembering what Hermione said back on the train. "You a werewolf too! How ironic, eh? Weird."
"Maybe we should get back to class." Professor Lupin said, leading a totally stunned Amanda down the hallway back to his classroom. "I have to finish teaching the class on how to kill our type." This time they both shuttered. "And you have to go back to the infirmary with Madame Pomfrey…."
A/N: okay, woohoo. I'm done with Part 6. I'm probably gonna go back sometime soon and redo part 5… soon. Okay, so now that you have read my story, please review. I really like it when people do… and please, no flames. Thanks!
