"I can't believe it! They're saying Lupin did it and he's miles away!" Ron cried, outrages as the three hurried out of the last class of the day.
"Let's go to the Hospital Wing and see Hagrid," Harry said, dropping his books off at the dormitories.
Stepping inside they saw Hagrid, laying in a huge bed, covered in bandages. Hermione paled as she saw him.
"Hagrid?" asked Harry, stepping over to the bed.
Surprisingly, no Madame Pomfrey came swooping down to usher them out of the room, insistent that Hagrid needed rest.
Hagrid, awake and conscious smiled weakly at them, "That weren't a normal werewolf," he told them.
"What was it?" Ron asked.
"Are you ok, Hagrid?" asked Hermione.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But that unicorn wasn't. Whatever it was, it got that poor thing bad," Hagrid told them, obviously upset.
"You sure you're going to be ok?" Harry wondered.
Hagrid nodded, "Yeh three get off, its a nice day today."
Ron nodded, "Get well soon."
Waving goodbye they left and headed outside, for Hagrid was right, it was a very nice day.
Sitting down by the lake they discused the incident.
"Like Hagrid said, that was no werewolf," Ron agreed.
Harry nodded, "then what was it?"
"Perhaps a different type of werewolf, I bet they have it in the library!" Hermione said excitedly.
"Whats with books and Hermione?" Ron muttered.
Hermione glared at him.
"No, Hermione's right, if we jut do a bit of research..." Harry began.
"Maybe we shouldn't actually get invovled in this. I mean isn't the Ministry already taking care of this?" Hermione suggested.
Harry sighed, "Right again. Let just relax, lots of dangerous thing live in the Forest, right?"
"Right," Ron said.
***
The wolfling was out again, and this time to kill. It desperatly wanted to sink its teeth into human flesh, so long it was until the last time it had made a kill. It stalked down to the lake and stared at the moonlight glistening on the water. Who would possibly be out here to kill? Lifting its nose to air and searched for a human scent.
There! Some idiotic student was wandering the grounds at night! Stealthily it crept over to the Womping Willow, where a young girl was standing near a small fire. The wolfling smiled, recognizing the girl as Pansy Parkinson.
Standing about ten feet away from the wolfling it quickly made itself known by lifting its snout towards the moon and howling long and clear.
Pansy froze and slowly turned around, fear etched across her face. The wolfling met her eyes and growled lowly. Pansy shrieked and a handful of papers she had been burning flew from her hands and she ran, stumbling acros the grounds.
It didn't bother to follow so soon, it knew it could easily catch her. It peered at one of the papers and almost laughed, despite the fact it couldn't, not without the human vocal cords.
Pansy had been burning her grades, so parents wouldn't know what horrible grades she was receiving. Looking to where the girl had run and lept into a run after her.