I did not see Professor Lupin at Breakfast the next morning. Then I
remembered that tonight was the full moon. I'm told he is kept outside the
castle walls during this time of month. Professor Snape takes over his
classes for two days. The day of the full moon and the day after. I find
myself in envy that the werewolf only has to deal with his thirst one day a
month. But I would not change what I am because the alternative is death
and I would rather be damned on earth then damned in hell. I spent most of
my day resting. I had been awake all night although I did not hunt. Some
of my evening I spent in the library learning what I could about wizard
magic. I found Ron, Harry and Hermione there behind a very large pile of
books on vampires.
"Did I assign a paper I'm unaware of?" I announced my presence and was greeted by guilty looks.
"No it's just that.." Ron started Hermione finished. "None of these books say what you said about vampires.
"Because none of these, " I ran my finger down the stack of books, "people have never studied vampires first hand."
"You were around them?" a surprised Harry asked.
"Weren't you afraid they would turn you into one of them?" Ron asked.
This conversation was dangerous. I should leave soon.
"Vampires are very particular of those they bring across, those they turn into vampire," I was looking directly at Ron and made myself shift my gaze. "It's growing late, do not be late for dinner." I gestured at the clock whose hands were almost pointing towards dinnertime. I left them, unsure of my own words. Those three had trouble with mysteries; they could not let things be. And I was the newest mystery.
I walked the ground, I hadn't fed since the little I took from Ron but though it was late in the night I felt no need to enter the forest. Usually I roam around the grounds after dark undisturbed, what cut my walk in the full moon short was a scream. I hurried towards the sound that broke the silence of the night. It lead me to the Whomping Willow. It's branches swung at me but I was able to dogde them. The screams stopped and suddenly I was afraid. They seemed to come from below me so I looked for a way under the tree; it took me only moments to find it and a hurried into a small room. Inside I found a young girl passed out and a boy standing over her swinging what looked like a broken table legs. I wondered how they got in but that question was cut short by a soft growl of the wolf staring at them. A first glance it looked like a mountain wolf but I realize it was too big and as it turned I saw its eyes were human. "Lupin." I whispered. The boy looked at me frightened unsure of what to do and the werewolf stared back at the boy with hunger. Why wasn't Lupin given the raw meat and blood he needs during this time? Why was he so hungry? I had met vampires who nearly starved because they were not ready, they did not fully understand what they must do to live. The werewolf lunged at the boy but I move more quickly and was able to push the boy away. He hit against the wall and slumped next to the girl but he was still breathing. The professor hit me full force and even my greater strength could not keep him from over powering me. His claws dug into my skin. I bared my own teeth and sunk my nails deep into his fur until I felt warm liquid under my nails. I threw him with all my strength from me as he tore at my skin. He was quickly back on his feet. My cuts closed but not before my blood spilled on the floor. He came at me again, I raised my arms as his nails again sunk into my flesh but he did not bite, he must have some control left. I could not shake him as easily as the first time and I was bleeding. Suddenly the door opened and Dumbledore stepped in shouting strange word and pointing his wand. The werewolf fell at once and was in a deep sleep. With his claws out of me my cuts healed over but I was covered in blood the werewolves and my own. Dumbledore was followed by Professor McGonagall who checked the children as Dumbledore came towards me. I said I was fine but my voice was rough and I knew my eyes gave me away ad they glowed almost white from anger and fight. "Lupin?" I nodded towards the unconscious werewolf.
"Will wake up in about an hour with the sun rise." The sunrise.
Professor McGonagall approached "We should move the children into the hospital wing."
"Do you always keep Lupin locked up?" I felt weak- I had lost more blood then I thought.
"Yes. The location changed every month usually he's also given a sleep potion but it does not last all night. Professor Snape has been working on it." Dumbledore answered me as he levitated the two children to bring them to hospital. "Memory charms on the children to I think." They only had superficial wounds; small cuts and such the memory would do more damage.
I needed to get back to my room, to rest in the darkness. I had no time now to hunt and I cursed myself for not going into the woods earlier. I knew what I craved but I willed myself to my room instead of to the tower. I wrapped myself in darkness and slipped into the dead like sleep of my kind. I woke a few hours' later, hungry, knowing I would have to pretend to eat the human food at breakfast and then I would be allowed to hide until my class. But I would not be able to hunt. I knew this as I walked into he hall and the light from outside hurt my eyes. I sat at the table not meeting the gaze of the headmaster though I wanted to speak to him about Lupin. He fights his lycanthrophy too much and the repression of his instincts is as much to blame for the attack last night as the werewolf himself. The sunlight came through the windows and a beam of light was right in front of me. I became fascinated with the look of the light, like a young vampire staring at the moon and unconsciously I reached out my hand to touch it. My skin grew red with burn like a humans would after hours in the sun and I pulled it away. The pain awoke me and I realized what I had done though no one seemed to be noticing me. My hand would not heal until I fed. On my way back to my room I avoided all spots of sun- the smell of blood and the sound of a hundred hearts beating made me think of nothing but hunting.
I wanted Ron. I wanted to feel his heartbeat as I took his blood. But I also wanted to see the vrykolakas, the werewolf; I knew he must have been feeling guilt, if he remembered at all how he attacked those children. I also had a class to teach. I spent my day asleep and woke with the setting sun. I arose from my room with the intent to head outside but was caught short by the sight of Harry, Hermione and Ron. They were on their way to dinner but Ron stopped short. He turned back around telling his friends he would catch up shortly. A forgotten book? A treasure left out? Never mind I could not let the opportunity pass as my hunger grew. I followed him and hearing the password before me was let into the dorms with little more then a queer look from the pink lady. The main room was beautifully warm but there were so many stairs and I wondered which Ron had disappeared up. But almost in an answer to my question Ron came down a set of stair stuffing a quill into his bag. When he saw me he paused "Ms. Wiglaf?" I smiled at the way he said my name, it didn't fit on his lips I wanted him to call me Viola. But still at the sight of him I couldn't help myself and quicker then he could breathe I had him up against a wall.
"Do you remember me?" I whispered into his ear stroking his shoulders while still holding him firm against the stone. I allowed him to remember and his eyes widened.
"Do not scream Ron." My tongue licked the length of his neck. "I will not hurt you."
The young man shuddered from pleasure or fright I did not know yet but I would soon. I kissed his lips fighting with myself not to bite down wondering if I was the first to do such a thing to him. He was not so young, 17, I was married a year at that age. My hand held him in place but it slowly moved from his shoulder to his chest. His taller frame was easily held under me but I needed him to enjoy me to know me at least for a moment. I ended my kiss and looked in his eyes what I saw was confusion and fright when I wanted to see lust or better but to soon love. "I want you to want me Ron. Don't be afraid."
"I'm dreaming I'm dreaming." He repeated over and over mumbling to convince himself.
"And what would you do in this dream?" I asked my hand lifting up his shirt to touch his warm skin. He seemed to give in a bit as his hands, which hung loosely at his sides found themselves on my waist. Again I licked his neck tasting his skin. This time he moaned- convincing himself it wasn't really happening. My hand dropped lower and the other moved from his shoulder into his wonderful hair. I was no longer holding him in place and if he threw me away I would let him. I felt him through his robes, rubbing his growing hardness running my fingers in his hair as is lips met mine.
"Open your eyes Ron." He did and I saw it. The lust I wanted. My hand dropped from his hair to his wrist while the other continued its work, wishing I could give more for what he was about to give me. My thumb cut his wrist and his head banged against the cold stone. I raised his wrist to my lips and drank from him. In his blood I felt his passion, his need that I was causing with my hand. I felt his pleasure as if it were my own. I drank his blood as he came in a rapid breath and a moan. I stopped, tasting him in my mouth and looking into his eyes. They stared at me like I would disappear at any moment. I wanted him to remember this, to remember me, to accept my presence and my nature. But he was not ready; he wanted it all to be a dream so I let him think that. I lifted him and carried him to a bed up the stairs he came down, I did not know if it was his but it smelled of him. My skin on my hand had returned to my pale complexion. I watched Ron sleep for a moment. His beauty and the fact that he was so unaware of his beauty struck me. I felt his blood inside me and either because I had not fed on humans for so long or because he was magic, his blood tasted like no other I could remember.
I had class a short while later. Ron would not meet my gaze nor would he tell his friends why he was so late to dinner. He thought the whole thing a dream, a crush on his young looking new teacher. I continued to teach about a vampire's weakness dispelling the myths of crosses, garlic, and holy water. I told them about a vampire aversion to running water and that the more recently a vampire fed and the nature of such prey had a direct effect on the power the vampire had to fight against their weaknesses. Vampires recently fed could stand in the sun with little discomfort and heal more quickly. I was surprised by the lack of comments by the Sytherins. Fire was brought up by a Hufflepuff- Fire was unpleasant, fatal if the burns were extensive especially so if the vampire could not find shelter from the light or food to heal. I paused noticing Ron was staring as his wrist with the same fascination I did with the sun this morning. Hermione nudged him to pay attention and the lesson ended soon after.
After class I went looking for Dumbledore and in his office I also found Remus Lupin. Lupin rose from his chair but looked in pain while doing so.
"I hurt you last night?" I asked him.
"It will heal."
I all but ignored Dumbledore. "Have you eaten?" But I knew by his appearance the answer was no. The werewolf confirmed this by shaking his head. And suddenly I became very angry.
"You are not a monster, if you would just give into your nature and feed as you must there would be no danger. Hunt in the woods, feed off the raw flesh of animals but do not deny yourself. How long have the humans been brainwashing you to think you have no right to live as you are?"
"I am cursed as you are and I will not feed off children to make the hunger go away."
Some how he knew. "Then animals, be in control of your hunger."
Dumbledore spoke. "We have never made Remus ashamed, what he does he does at his own request."
"But being locked in a cage." I began.
"Is also my choice." And then I realized there was nothing I could say. Lupin had believed he was damned in his existence and there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. I turned to leave throwing my hands back in defeat.
"Viola." The Headmasters word stopped me. "'It's understood that no other student will report dreams of vampires or come to hospital with unexplained cuts." He knew. Had Ron spoken to him? But there hadn't been time some how he still knew. Magic.
"Yes headmaster." I said as I left. No other students.
I walked down the many halls and stairways to my room. In the corridor that led to my room I saw a figure slumped against the wall. It was Ron sitting with his knees to his chest again staring at his arm.
"Did I assign a paper I'm unaware of?" I announced my presence and was greeted by guilty looks.
"No it's just that.." Ron started Hermione finished. "None of these books say what you said about vampires.
"Because none of these, " I ran my finger down the stack of books, "people have never studied vampires first hand."
"You were around them?" a surprised Harry asked.
"Weren't you afraid they would turn you into one of them?" Ron asked.
This conversation was dangerous. I should leave soon.
"Vampires are very particular of those they bring across, those they turn into vampire," I was looking directly at Ron and made myself shift my gaze. "It's growing late, do not be late for dinner." I gestured at the clock whose hands were almost pointing towards dinnertime. I left them, unsure of my own words. Those three had trouble with mysteries; they could not let things be. And I was the newest mystery.
I walked the ground, I hadn't fed since the little I took from Ron but though it was late in the night I felt no need to enter the forest. Usually I roam around the grounds after dark undisturbed, what cut my walk in the full moon short was a scream. I hurried towards the sound that broke the silence of the night. It lead me to the Whomping Willow. It's branches swung at me but I was able to dogde them. The screams stopped and suddenly I was afraid. They seemed to come from below me so I looked for a way under the tree; it took me only moments to find it and a hurried into a small room. Inside I found a young girl passed out and a boy standing over her swinging what looked like a broken table legs. I wondered how they got in but that question was cut short by a soft growl of the wolf staring at them. A first glance it looked like a mountain wolf but I realize it was too big and as it turned I saw its eyes were human. "Lupin." I whispered. The boy looked at me frightened unsure of what to do and the werewolf stared back at the boy with hunger. Why wasn't Lupin given the raw meat and blood he needs during this time? Why was he so hungry? I had met vampires who nearly starved because they were not ready, they did not fully understand what they must do to live. The werewolf lunged at the boy but I move more quickly and was able to push the boy away. He hit against the wall and slumped next to the girl but he was still breathing. The professor hit me full force and even my greater strength could not keep him from over powering me. His claws dug into my skin. I bared my own teeth and sunk my nails deep into his fur until I felt warm liquid under my nails. I threw him with all my strength from me as he tore at my skin. He was quickly back on his feet. My cuts closed but not before my blood spilled on the floor. He came at me again, I raised my arms as his nails again sunk into my flesh but he did not bite, he must have some control left. I could not shake him as easily as the first time and I was bleeding. Suddenly the door opened and Dumbledore stepped in shouting strange word and pointing his wand. The werewolf fell at once and was in a deep sleep. With his claws out of me my cuts healed over but I was covered in blood the werewolves and my own. Dumbledore was followed by Professor McGonagall who checked the children as Dumbledore came towards me. I said I was fine but my voice was rough and I knew my eyes gave me away ad they glowed almost white from anger and fight. "Lupin?" I nodded towards the unconscious werewolf.
"Will wake up in about an hour with the sun rise." The sunrise.
Professor McGonagall approached "We should move the children into the hospital wing."
"Do you always keep Lupin locked up?" I felt weak- I had lost more blood then I thought.
"Yes. The location changed every month usually he's also given a sleep potion but it does not last all night. Professor Snape has been working on it." Dumbledore answered me as he levitated the two children to bring them to hospital. "Memory charms on the children to I think." They only had superficial wounds; small cuts and such the memory would do more damage.
I needed to get back to my room, to rest in the darkness. I had no time now to hunt and I cursed myself for not going into the woods earlier. I knew what I craved but I willed myself to my room instead of to the tower. I wrapped myself in darkness and slipped into the dead like sleep of my kind. I woke a few hours' later, hungry, knowing I would have to pretend to eat the human food at breakfast and then I would be allowed to hide until my class. But I would not be able to hunt. I knew this as I walked into he hall and the light from outside hurt my eyes. I sat at the table not meeting the gaze of the headmaster though I wanted to speak to him about Lupin. He fights his lycanthrophy too much and the repression of his instincts is as much to blame for the attack last night as the werewolf himself. The sunlight came through the windows and a beam of light was right in front of me. I became fascinated with the look of the light, like a young vampire staring at the moon and unconsciously I reached out my hand to touch it. My skin grew red with burn like a humans would after hours in the sun and I pulled it away. The pain awoke me and I realized what I had done though no one seemed to be noticing me. My hand would not heal until I fed. On my way back to my room I avoided all spots of sun- the smell of blood and the sound of a hundred hearts beating made me think of nothing but hunting.
I wanted Ron. I wanted to feel his heartbeat as I took his blood. But I also wanted to see the vrykolakas, the werewolf; I knew he must have been feeling guilt, if he remembered at all how he attacked those children. I also had a class to teach. I spent my day asleep and woke with the setting sun. I arose from my room with the intent to head outside but was caught short by the sight of Harry, Hermione and Ron. They were on their way to dinner but Ron stopped short. He turned back around telling his friends he would catch up shortly. A forgotten book? A treasure left out? Never mind I could not let the opportunity pass as my hunger grew. I followed him and hearing the password before me was let into the dorms with little more then a queer look from the pink lady. The main room was beautifully warm but there were so many stairs and I wondered which Ron had disappeared up. But almost in an answer to my question Ron came down a set of stair stuffing a quill into his bag. When he saw me he paused "Ms. Wiglaf?" I smiled at the way he said my name, it didn't fit on his lips I wanted him to call me Viola. But still at the sight of him I couldn't help myself and quicker then he could breathe I had him up against a wall.
"Do you remember me?" I whispered into his ear stroking his shoulders while still holding him firm against the stone. I allowed him to remember and his eyes widened.
"Do not scream Ron." My tongue licked the length of his neck. "I will not hurt you."
The young man shuddered from pleasure or fright I did not know yet but I would soon. I kissed his lips fighting with myself not to bite down wondering if I was the first to do such a thing to him. He was not so young, 17, I was married a year at that age. My hand held him in place but it slowly moved from his shoulder to his chest. His taller frame was easily held under me but I needed him to enjoy me to know me at least for a moment. I ended my kiss and looked in his eyes what I saw was confusion and fright when I wanted to see lust or better but to soon love. "I want you to want me Ron. Don't be afraid."
"I'm dreaming I'm dreaming." He repeated over and over mumbling to convince himself.
"And what would you do in this dream?" I asked my hand lifting up his shirt to touch his warm skin. He seemed to give in a bit as his hands, which hung loosely at his sides found themselves on my waist. Again I licked his neck tasting his skin. This time he moaned- convincing himself it wasn't really happening. My hand dropped lower and the other moved from his shoulder into his wonderful hair. I was no longer holding him in place and if he threw me away I would let him. I felt him through his robes, rubbing his growing hardness running my fingers in his hair as is lips met mine.
"Open your eyes Ron." He did and I saw it. The lust I wanted. My hand dropped from his hair to his wrist while the other continued its work, wishing I could give more for what he was about to give me. My thumb cut his wrist and his head banged against the cold stone. I raised his wrist to my lips and drank from him. In his blood I felt his passion, his need that I was causing with my hand. I felt his pleasure as if it were my own. I drank his blood as he came in a rapid breath and a moan. I stopped, tasting him in my mouth and looking into his eyes. They stared at me like I would disappear at any moment. I wanted him to remember this, to remember me, to accept my presence and my nature. But he was not ready; he wanted it all to be a dream so I let him think that. I lifted him and carried him to a bed up the stairs he came down, I did not know if it was his but it smelled of him. My skin on my hand had returned to my pale complexion. I watched Ron sleep for a moment. His beauty and the fact that he was so unaware of his beauty struck me. I felt his blood inside me and either because I had not fed on humans for so long or because he was magic, his blood tasted like no other I could remember.
I had class a short while later. Ron would not meet my gaze nor would he tell his friends why he was so late to dinner. He thought the whole thing a dream, a crush on his young looking new teacher. I continued to teach about a vampire's weakness dispelling the myths of crosses, garlic, and holy water. I told them about a vampire aversion to running water and that the more recently a vampire fed and the nature of such prey had a direct effect on the power the vampire had to fight against their weaknesses. Vampires recently fed could stand in the sun with little discomfort and heal more quickly. I was surprised by the lack of comments by the Sytherins. Fire was brought up by a Hufflepuff- Fire was unpleasant, fatal if the burns were extensive especially so if the vampire could not find shelter from the light or food to heal. I paused noticing Ron was staring as his wrist with the same fascination I did with the sun this morning. Hermione nudged him to pay attention and the lesson ended soon after.
After class I went looking for Dumbledore and in his office I also found Remus Lupin. Lupin rose from his chair but looked in pain while doing so.
"I hurt you last night?" I asked him.
"It will heal."
I all but ignored Dumbledore. "Have you eaten?" But I knew by his appearance the answer was no. The werewolf confirmed this by shaking his head. And suddenly I became very angry.
"You are not a monster, if you would just give into your nature and feed as you must there would be no danger. Hunt in the woods, feed off the raw flesh of animals but do not deny yourself. How long have the humans been brainwashing you to think you have no right to live as you are?"
"I am cursed as you are and I will not feed off children to make the hunger go away."
Some how he knew. "Then animals, be in control of your hunger."
Dumbledore spoke. "We have never made Remus ashamed, what he does he does at his own request."
"But being locked in a cage." I began.
"Is also my choice." And then I realized there was nothing I could say. Lupin had believed he was damned in his existence and there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. I turned to leave throwing my hands back in defeat.
"Viola." The Headmasters word stopped me. "'It's understood that no other student will report dreams of vampires or come to hospital with unexplained cuts." He knew. Had Ron spoken to him? But there hadn't been time some how he still knew. Magic.
"Yes headmaster." I said as I left. No other students.
I walked down the many halls and stairways to my room. In the corridor that led to my room I saw a figure slumped against the wall. It was Ron sitting with his knees to his chest again staring at his arm.