Nine-year-old Gwenhwyfar Blakely ran silently over her back lawn. It was around midnight and she was running away. She could see quite easily because of the full moon overhead. She ran into the forest surrounding her home and promptly got lost in the thick trees. She reached a clearing and looked around, trying to get her bearings. She heard a low growl from the edge of the clearing but Gwen shrugged it off. It was probably just a stray dog. The 'stray dog' leapt out of the shadows.
Gwen gasped. It wasn't a dog. It was a magnificent white wolf. His lip was curled in a menacing manner and a low growl was coming from his mouth. Gwen just had time to wonder why the wolf was here because wolves hadn't been seen in that area for more than a hundred years. She remembered something about never turn your back on an aggressive animal. She nervously backed away as the wolf came closer. Her back hit something solid. A tree. She glanced up, then at the ever nearing wolf. If she moved fast, she might make it up the tree in one piece. It was the best shot she had. She jumped for the nearest branch. Her right hand slipped, but her left hand held the rough bark tightly. She swung her legs up and around the branch until her head was hanging down and she could see the wolf clearly. He seemed to be deciding what to do with her. Gwen's eyes met the wolf's and held. They were green. Not the normal eyes of a wolf. They were almost human in their expression. The wolf lunged. Gwen swung her head up and managed to straddle the branch. As she pulled her leg up, the wolf nipped the edge. It was a small cut, true. But it hurt like hell.
She climbed higher up and curled up into a fetus position. The wolf lay down at the foot of her tree and seemed prepared to wait all night. Not having anything better to do, Gwen promptly fell asleep. When she awoke, the sun was shining, her belly was growling and the wolf was gone. Just as well. She thought to herself. I might as well go home. Gwen received quite a scolding for attempting to run away. She was grounded, a punishment she like to call solitary confinement. Gwen went to school and didn't do her homework per her usual. She got into three fights and broke someone's nose. She and her friends played four minor pranks and received three detentions. That got her another few weeks in solitary confinement.
A month went by at its usual snail's pace. Gwen developed an allergy to her favorite necklace, the one her brother gave her a week before he died. One night, Gwen was up on her computer, murdering Bin Laden over and over and over again. Pain shot through her leg coming from the bite she had received from the strange wolf. Instead of scabbing over and then leaving a scar as normal cuts did, it had turned all silvery. Gwen was now doubled up in pain. She felt as though her whole body was on fire. She was melting. Her body was changing shape. She grew fur and her arms and legs became the same length. She sat back on her haunches and howled her pain to the full moon.
Remus Lupin lifted his shaggy head and wondered. That was a new howl he heard. He sighed. There hadn't been a biting in years. Not since the wolfsbane potion was put on the market. He took note of where the sound was and sighed. Why do I lock myself in here? He thought in dismay. What if she bites somebody? Realizing he couldn't do anything about it, he curled up and went to sleep.