AN: Thanks for the reviews, everyone.
Scimitar Nyx: Very observant, of you! However, the start of this fic starts
at the beginning of book 5, chronologically. You probably worked that out
when you read the 3rd chapter, seeing as Sirius is there! PS: My book only
goes up to P766 - I'm English.
Werewolf
Chapter Four
Harriet's Point of View
Great. There I was, stuck in a lonely tower with nobody to talk to, and nothing to do. Fair enough, I was alive, but it was a crap kind of life, not even being able to look out of the window at daytime in case I was seen. I knew it was for my own good, and of course I didn't want to be caught, but you'd have thought they'd let me have some visitors. Maybe Harry Potter or some of his friends who I'd spoken to a couple of months before would, if they knew I was here. Certainly not Danielle. She had been my best friend in my first year, but I was sure she would hate me now.
There had been an article about me in the Daily Prophet, which she would surely have seen. And even if she hadn't, then someone would have done. It must have been all around the school by then I thought. She would know what I was, and hate me for it. As a pureblood witch, she would have been brought up with warnings against werewolves, and a built-in-fear of 'Dark Creatures' like myself.
Perhaps I should have told her myself. If I had explained it to her, then maybe she would have been able to understand. But as it was the Prophet had portrayed me as a dangerous monster. I had read it, and it was just as bad as I could have imagined.
Below a photograph of me, it said
'MURDEROUS BEAST ESCAPES! Yesterday night, a werewolf escaped from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. At least three people are known to have been injured in the escape.
Harriet Rivers, a twelve year old werewolf was apprehended after having killed a thirty-two year old muggle man in her home town of Stafford. It appears that the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures are incapable of keeping hold of beasts for long enough to carry out their sentences. Last year a hippogriff escaped at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, directly before it's execution was due to take place. Rumour has it that the Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had something to do with the escape.
If you see the werewold, it is advisable not to approach it, but to report it to the Committee, or the Werewolf Capture Unit immediately, in order to ensure it is dealt with before it kills any more innocent people. A one- hundred Galleon reward has been offered, for any information resulting in the werewolf's capture.'
I burned the article without even reading the whole thing. I tried to convince myself that it simply wasn't worth wasting my time with. It didn't matter. Yet I spent all my time thinking about it for the next few days. I had a few visitors, all teachers except for Remus, but not very often. When I did have visitors, I could rarely find anything to say to them, so their visits were almost as bad as when I was alone.
I had an owl, but I didn't think to use it for months. Dumbledore told me that he had informed my parents that I was safe. It was early November, and I was watching the fireworks from my window, careful that no- one could see me. It suddenly occurred to me that I could write to Danielle. Perhaps it would make her understand, and the worst that could happen would be just to get and angry hate-filled letter in return. Surely even that would be better than not knowing. There was no danger of being caught in my idea.
So I wrapped up a parcel of something I felt I really needed to lend her, and fixed a note to it.
Tuesday 5th November 1995 Dear Danielle,
I felt that I should let you know that I'm OK, though I can't tell you where I am. I was wondering whether you are still my friend or not, after everything that has happened since I last saw you. Even if you are not, could you please read this book, and return it to me. Yours sincerely
Harriet Rivers
I thought it was probably a bit too formal, but it was the best I could think of at the time. I tied the letter and parcel to my owl, then watched it fly out of the window.
Immediately I wished I hadn't sent it. She'd probably tear my letter and book into shreds. Why on earth would she trust a werewolf? I wasn't so bothered about getting the book back, I'd read it so many times that I practically knew the whole thing off by heart. But the main thing was that if she read it, I might have a chance. You never know.
Werewolf
Chapter Four
Harriet's Point of View
Great. There I was, stuck in a lonely tower with nobody to talk to, and nothing to do. Fair enough, I was alive, but it was a crap kind of life, not even being able to look out of the window at daytime in case I was seen. I knew it was for my own good, and of course I didn't want to be caught, but you'd have thought they'd let me have some visitors. Maybe Harry Potter or some of his friends who I'd spoken to a couple of months before would, if they knew I was here. Certainly not Danielle. She had been my best friend in my first year, but I was sure she would hate me now.
There had been an article about me in the Daily Prophet, which she would surely have seen. And even if she hadn't, then someone would have done. It must have been all around the school by then I thought. She would know what I was, and hate me for it. As a pureblood witch, she would have been brought up with warnings against werewolves, and a built-in-fear of 'Dark Creatures' like myself.
Perhaps I should have told her myself. If I had explained it to her, then maybe she would have been able to understand. But as it was the Prophet had portrayed me as a dangerous monster. I had read it, and it was just as bad as I could have imagined.
Below a photograph of me, it said
'MURDEROUS BEAST ESCAPES! Yesterday night, a werewolf escaped from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. At least three people are known to have been injured in the escape.
Harriet Rivers, a twelve year old werewolf was apprehended after having killed a thirty-two year old muggle man in her home town of Stafford. It appears that the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures are incapable of keeping hold of beasts for long enough to carry out their sentences. Last year a hippogriff escaped at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, directly before it's execution was due to take place. Rumour has it that the Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had something to do with the escape.
If you see the werewold, it is advisable not to approach it, but to report it to the Committee, or the Werewolf Capture Unit immediately, in order to ensure it is dealt with before it kills any more innocent people. A one- hundred Galleon reward has been offered, for any information resulting in the werewolf's capture.'
I burned the article without even reading the whole thing. I tried to convince myself that it simply wasn't worth wasting my time with. It didn't matter. Yet I spent all my time thinking about it for the next few days. I had a few visitors, all teachers except for Remus, but not very often. When I did have visitors, I could rarely find anything to say to them, so their visits were almost as bad as when I was alone.
I had an owl, but I didn't think to use it for months. Dumbledore told me that he had informed my parents that I was safe. It was early November, and I was watching the fireworks from my window, careful that no- one could see me. It suddenly occurred to me that I could write to Danielle. Perhaps it would make her understand, and the worst that could happen would be just to get and angry hate-filled letter in return. Surely even that would be better than not knowing. There was no danger of being caught in my idea.
So I wrapped up a parcel of something I felt I really needed to lend her, and fixed a note to it.
Tuesday 5th November 1995 Dear Danielle,
I felt that I should let you know that I'm OK, though I can't tell you where I am. I was wondering whether you are still my friend or not, after everything that has happened since I last saw you. Even if you are not, could you please read this book, and return it to me. Yours sincerely
Harriet Rivers
I thought it was probably a bit too formal, but it was the best I could think of at the time. I tied the letter and parcel to my owl, then watched it fly out of the window.
Immediately I wished I hadn't sent it. She'd probably tear my letter and book into shreds. Why on earth would she trust a werewolf? I wasn't so bothered about getting the book back, I'd read it so many times that I practically knew the whole thing off by heart. But the main thing was that if she read it, I might have a chance. You never know.