Legend of The Blood Moon

Chapter Summary: Legends are discussed as a life is changed.

Disclaimer: See Chapter One for full disclaimer

A/N: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Just a little warning, there's a character death in this chapter. Also, the legend in the title is partly explained. More explanation will be given later ;) And for the sake of my story, I'm combining several legends/folklore about werewolves.


Chapter Seven - Legends and Horrors

"Sorry I'm late," said Ginny, appearing in front of Morgan.

Morgan looked up from her seat on the steps and smiled. She didn't mind that Ginny had taken her time getting there. She'd always loved spending time in the Scottish countryside that housed her grandmother's house.

"It's all right," said Morgan, standing. She brushed her robes off and unlocked the front door. "No one has been here for a few years so the inside might be dirty."

Ginny nodded her head and followed Morgan inside. "Besides being dirty, is the house in good shape?" she asked, looking around the front foyer.

"One of the neighbours checks on it once a week, just to make sure no one has broken into it. They say it's still in the shape my grandmother left it in," said Morgan. She motioned Ginny to follow her into a large sitting room. "This is the sitting room. Over there is a study and a tea parlour."

Ginny looked around the sitting room with a look of wonderment on her face. The room was quite large and beautiful. She turned to Morgan and was about to ask to see the rest of the house when a thud sounded from upstairs.

"What was that?" asked Ginny.

Morgan shrugged her shoulders. "Probably some animal. There's a lot of them in the woods and sometimes they wander up to the houses," she said, pulling her wand out. "I'll go check on it while you look around some more."

Ginny nodded and went to the study.

Morgan turned and walked through the sitting room door. She carefully stepped onto the hardwood floor and followed the hallway that led to the stairs. She stepped on the landing and grimaced when it creaked under her weight.

She was in the middle of gripping her wand tighter when she heard the low growling noise. Morgan diverted her eyes up the stairs and saw some sort of creature, standing there. And she froze when the creature moved closer and she saw what it was.

"Bloody hell," she muttered, raising her wand up.

But the creature was too fast for her. It lunged forward and knocked her off the landing.

Morgan landed onto the hardwood floor. She felt the back of her head strike the floor hard, so hard that it made her teeth rattled together. She tried hard to focus her eyes but all she could see were black spots.

By then, the creature was standing beside her. She felt its warm, sticky breath on her neck. She turned her head, wincing in pain, and looked at it.

The creature growled and snorted at her before climbing onto her body. It pressed one of its massive paws onto her throat, crushing her voice box. She tried to scream but couldn't.

Morgan knew that the creature would probably kill her and she couldn't find her wand. Tears came to her eyes as she fought to not pass out from the bump on the back of her head. She kept constant eye contact with the creature, just so she'd know when it was about to happen.

The creature sniffed at her and then whimpered. It removed its paw from her throat and got off her. Morgan took a deep breath and grabbed her neck, which was burning. She kept her eyes on the creature as it turned its attention to the hallway. Morgan turned her head and saw that there were more.

The creature, standing beside her, let out a low growl. The others growled back and left. Morgan tried to scream out a warning to Ginny but she couldn't. Instead, her eyes rolled back and everything went to black.

It could hear her ragged breathing as it sat beside her. It sniffed at her, wanting to bite her, to taste her flesh and blood but it didn't. For it to attack and kill a human that was marked would be wrong so the creature merely laid down and ignored the screams coming from the other room.


The halls of Oxford University were deserted that day as Remus and Luna walked through them. Mark Harrison, the professor of the Zoology department, had finally agreed to see them.

"You don't suppose Morgan will get mad at us for coming here, do you?" asked Luna as Remus and her walked around the corner. "She was the one that kept writing Professor Harrison."

Remus looked over at Luna and shook his head. "She'll understand. Anyway, I left her a note, telling her we were here. I'm sure she'll show up before we leave."

"You're probably right," said Luna as they arrived at Professor Harrison's door. Luna reached up and knocked.

"Come in!" came a voice.

Remus pushed the door open and a short, balding man greeted them. He smiled at them and motioned for them to have a seat.

Both of them sat down and looked around the office. The walls were plastered with pictures and posters of different animals.

"Thank you for seeing us, Professor Harrison," said Remus.

Harrison nodded and sat behind his desk. "From Miss Davis' correspondence, I take you're here to speak to me about werewolves," he said, looking at the two of them.

"Yes," nodded Luna. "We don't exactly know what Morgan has told you though."

Harrison nodded his head and pulled out a stack of posts. "She told me about the blood matches and how the Ministry closed the case," he said. "Seems the Ministry does a lot of that, huh?"

"You know about the Ministry?" asked Remus, knitting his brow in confusion.

"You haven't done your research, have you? I'm a squib," stated Harrison. "And because of that, I'm also a liaison between the university and Ministry."

Luna and Remus both nodded.

"But enough about me," said Harrison as he scratched his chin. "What happened at that house sounds a lot like what happened ten years ago in Scotland."

"And that was?" asked Luna, leaning forward in her chair.

"You've never heard of the Legend of The Blood Moon?" asked Harrison, grinning.

"No," said Remus.

Harrison nodded his head. "For centuries, people have believed whenever the moon, be it full or not, displayed an orange or reddish tint, it was considered a blood moon and it was an omen," explained Harrison. "Well, about ten years ago, during a blood moon, a Scottish farmer reported seeing a pack of wild dogs chasing a man near his field. He reported it to the Muggle authorities and they came to this department and asked for our help."

"Were they dogs?" asked Remus.

"Good question," said Harrison as he stood.

Luna and Remus watched as Harrison stepped over to his metal file cabinet. He opened the bottom drawer and brought out a file before returning to his desk. He opened the file and pulled out a crude drawing.

"Does this look like a dog to you?" he asked, handing it to Remus.

Remus looked at the drawing. He'd studied werewolves long enough to know he was looking at one. "Is this what the farmer saw?" he asked.

"Yes," answered Harrison. "Normally it wouldn't have caused any alarm but since the man reported seeing them two weeks before a full moon, we started to wonder. That's when we hired Charles Miller to help us."

Luna's eyes flew up when Harrison mentioned her missing uncle. "Charles Miller worked for you?" she asked.

Harrison nodded and took the drawing back from Remus. "Charles knows every werewolf legend and folklore there is. We hired him for some fresh insight."

"And what did you find out?" asked Remus.

"We figured if this pack of "dogs" were chasing this man, we might find a body but we didn't. We didn't even find any traces of anything out of the ordinary," said Harrison. "The case was closed and the locals started calling it the Legend of The Blood Moon."

"And that's it?" asked Luna.

"Charles was the only one that really believed there was more to it," said Harrison. "You see, ages ago it was believed that werewolves and vampires congregated together. Some thought the werewolves were the vampires' slaves, while others believed they worked together. According to some, a pack of werewolves was wanted by a coven and instead of facing death, they went into hiding."

"Were they ever found?" wondered Luna.

"Eventually, yes, but not for a long time. During this time in hiding, it was believed that the werewolves taught themselves how to change at will, even when it wasn't a full moon," explained Harrison, looking at the two of them.

"Are you saying that some werewolves can change whenever they want?" asked Remus, raising an eyebrow.

"Many believed this pack had indeed done what everyone thought was impossible. But according to reports, every single lycan in the group were slaughtered and when they died, so did the knowledge of changing at will," said Harrison before his beeper started to beep. "I hate to cut this short but I have another appointment."

"I have one more thing to ask?" asked Luna, standing from her chair.

Harrison nodded his head.

"Do you know where Charles or his son is now?" she asked.

"I haven't heard from Charles in months. He only worked under me for a few months and then he suddenly quit. He took all of his research with him and moved to the countryside," said Harrison as he stood from his desk. "I wish I could help you more but that's all I know."

"Thank you for your time," said Remus, shaking Harrison's hand. "May we post you if we need more information?"

"Certainly and I'll try to get back to you in a timely manner," said Harrison before leaving his office.

Remus looked over at Luna and sighed. "Wasted trip if you ask me," he sniffed. "He didn't give us anything concrete. All he gave us was a bunch of rubbish about legends."

"So you don't think anything he said is the truth?" asked Luna before they stepped out of the office.

"No. Only thing he mentioned that might help us was the bit about Charles," said Remus. "I guess we'll have to get our information from somewhere else."

"I guess," said Luna as she followed him out of the building.


The cold fingers, tapping on the side of her face, were what woke Morgan. She pushed her eyes open and groaned as pain shot through her head. She was cold, to the point of shivering and she couldn't quite remember where she was.

"Please wake up," came a tiny voice. "They'll come back."

Morgan tightly shut her eyes and opened them again in hopes of being able to focus. The first thing she saw was the long staircase and that's when she remembered she was at her grandmother's house.

"You have to get up," came the voice again.

Morgan moaned loudly and moved her head. Her body started to shake from the cold as she looked up and say a small boy standing over her. "Who are you?" she whispered.

The boy, who was deathly pale, gave her a small smile. "You have to get up," he said.

Morgan nodded her head and then wished she hadn't when a sharp pain ran through it. She placed her hands on the cold, hard floor and pushed herself up to her knees. She tried hard to remember why she was here and that was when she remembered Ginny.

"Ginny!" she yelled, standing up. She instantly regretted the sudden move as the room started to spin.

"No!" cried the boy, grabbing her arm. "We don't have time!"

Morgan looked down at him and narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?" she asked him again.

"N-Nicholas Miller," he said, looking up at her with his pale blue eyes.

She looked down at him and sighed. They'd all been looking for him and his father for months now. "I'm Morgan," she said, shrugging her robe off. She placed it around his shivering body.

"We have to leave, Morgan," he calmly said.

"I can't leave Ginny here," she told him before going to the sitting room.

When she got there, the overwhelming scent of blood made her gag. She looked to the floor and stifled a scream when she saw Ginny's bloody and lifeless body. She quickly got to her knees and ran her fingers over Ginny's cold neck, hoping to find a pulse.

"We need help," she said, looking at Nicholas.

"We have to leave," he cried, tugging on the blue jumper she was wearing.

"Do you know how to use the floo network?" she asked. Nicholas nodded. "Good. You have to floo to my flat and get help."

Nicholas pulled her robe tighter around his body as she stood. Morgan took his arm and pulled him to the fireplace. She reached up and pulled the container of floo powder down, while telling Nicholas where to go.

"Someone will be there. Just tell them I'm at my grandmother's house and that I need help," she told him.

The young boy nodded his head but didn't want to leave. He was afraid the creatures would come back or worse. But he listened to her and stepped into the fireplace and flooed out of sight.

When he arrived at Morgan's flat, it was quiet. He stepped out of the fireplace and looked around, hoping to find someone. He started to walk into the living room when he heard voices coming from the kitchen.

Nicholas turned and followed the voices. When he pushed the door open, he saw a man and a woman sitting at the table. And when the woman turned and looked at him, she screamed.

"What are you!" yelled Luna.

Remus turned and looked at the boy before pulling his wand out.

Nicholas backed away and looked at the both of them. "M-Morgan sent me," he quietly said, "She's at her grandmother's house and she needs help. They attacked her."

Remus and Luna exchanged glances. "Who attacked her?" asked Remus, standing from the table.

"Just come. Please. Before they come back," said Nicholas, tears forming in his eyes.

Luna and Remus followed the boy out to the fireplace and flooed to the house. It was quiet, except for a low tapping sound. They followed it and found Morgan by Ginny's body.

Morgan was on her knees, rocking back and forth, while shivering. All she had on was a tee shirt since she'd placed her jumper on Ginny, in hopes of keeping her warm. She had her wand in her hand and was tapping it on the floor.

"Morgan," said Luna, stepping into the room. She gasped when she saw Ginny's body. "Ginny!"

Remus moved over to Morgan and knelt beside her. "Morgan," he quietly said. She didn't answer him. She kept rocking back and forth, her teeth chattering from the cold.

Remus tore his robe off and wrapped it around Morgan. His touch snapped her out of her daze and she turned to look at him.

"Remus?" she whispered. He nodded.

She let a small whimper and threw her arms around him. She dug her fingers into the brown shirt he was wearing and sobbed on his shoulder.

"It's all right, love. I'm here now," he whispered to her while rubbing her back.

Luna watched them for a moment before turning her attention to Ginny. She knelt beside her body and ran her fingers over her neck, praying that she'd find a pulse. She looked up at Remus, who was questioning her with his eyes.

Luna let a soft sob escape her throat before saying, "She's dead."

Coming Soon: Luna and Nicholas talk, Harry breaks the news to the Weasleys while Remus and Morgan receive some unexpected news.

A/N: I hope this part wasn't too confusing.