Disclaimer : I do not own anything you may recognize from the books. Elizabeth Rosary, Miranda DeathClaw, Kevin Murray and all the other characters you never heard of were created by me.
NOTE: First of all, I finished reading The Order of the Phoenix and it's awsome...well, except that they killed the character that was like my favorite one, but at least he got a good one *HUGE dramatic sigh*...anyway, now the story should go accordingly to everything we learn in the book.
Which brings me to the part where Lily began to go out with James in their seventh year. Of course, going accordingly to this would mean for me to re-write my whole story since we've seen al lot of J/L moments in it, so for the needs of the story, I'll pretend they started going out together and all in the sixth year instead.
If any of you notice that I've forgot to change something in my earlier chapters and that it doesn't add up, please tell me! And if you see I made a mistake, beside the James and Lily thing, I'd be pleased if you did the same. Now, on with the story...
*~*~*The Blood Clan and the Marauders*~*~*
Chapter 4: The Nightmare Begins
The Gryffindor common room was empty, except for Lily and Lizzie, who were sitting near the dying frie. Lily put the muggle book she had been reading, The Catcher In the Rye, down and stretched her arms. Lizzie, who had been working on a Transfiguration essay, looked up at her.
"I think we should go to bed." said Lily, getting up.
"Aren't you waiting for the guys?" asked Lizzie.
"What? Oh. No way. They'll be back really late...well, early atually."
"Oh. I thought you'd be kind or nervous," said Lizzie, shrugging.
"What do you mean?" wondered the red head.
"Well, they ARE hanging out with a werewolf." Lizzie answered, picking up her things and getting up.
"Lizzie, I don't want to get started on that again!" Lily said in a desperate way.
Lizzie smiled sweetly at her and shook her head as shewalked towards the other witch.
"Neither do I, Lily. I didn't mean he was evil, but there are creatures that can't control some urges. Werewolves are one of these" said the half-vampire.
"WEll, my answer's still the same. They've been doing this for quite a while from what I know and never got bitten or anything."
"That'd good." simply said Lizzie as they reached their dormitory's door.
"Yeah. Besides, somebody has to be responsible for the five of us...and be able to actually take notes tomorrow." exclaimed Lily, winking at her riend, who laughed.
They went to their beds and started to change for the night. Once they were done, they sat on their beds, facing each other.
"Do you think they've really forgiven me?" asked Lizzie all of a sudden.
"Why not? They said so." replied Lily, taken aback by the sudden question.
"I don't know..." said Lizzie, blushing slightly.
"Anyway, they actually like you." said Lily, grinning, as she laid down on her bed and turned her back on the other girl.
"What? What do you mean?"
Lily gave no answer, acting as if she was already asleep. She heard Lizie call her name twice and then felt somethng hit her back without hurting her. She finally turned around and saw it was a pair of socks that had hit her. She looked at Lizzie who gave her an impatient look.
"Well,they think you're an interesting girl." said Lily with a yawn.
"Lily!" her friend pleaded.
"Alright. Alright. I'll tell you what I think." Lily gave in, sitting up.
Lizzie jumped of her bed and went to sit on Lily's, looking at her friend in what she hoped was a mildly interested look, but she was actually very interested in what she had to say. It showed anyway and Lily grinned once more.
"Well, aside from the whole werewolf thing, they really like you. They think you've got a good sense of humour, like them, which I have to say I don't always understand....well, more now that they actually got more mature. They also trusted you with the knowledge of...you-know-what about Remus, at first anyway, so they must have really liked you. I actually found out on my own when I overheard them talk last year." explained Lily.
"But now..."
"Now they get what happened. They're not as thick as that." Lily told her with a wink.
"You sure they really do?"
"Yeah. They don't really hold grudges against people...unless you're a Malfoy, a Snape or a Black." Lily joked, even though Lizzie cleary didn't get the part about the Blacks.
Lizzie nodded, deciding to ignore it for the time being. She was so relieved now that she was almost certain that they really forgave her. She got up, meaning to go back to her own bed, but Lily caught her by the arm.
"One question." she simply said.
"OK"
"You fancy Sirius, don't you?"
Lizzie stared at Lily with eyes as round as galleons. Where could she have gotten that idea. She didn'T fancy Sirius. Sure, he was handsome, funny, witty...She closed her eyes. It hit her. She did fancy him. She fancied Sirius Black. She couldn't let Lily know, though. She wasn't even sure she really did.
"No! Not at all. What makes you say that?" asked Lizzie vividly, maybe a little too much.
"Nothing. I was just wondering." answered Lily. with a look that didn't necessarily mean what she affirmed. "A lot of girls fancy him, you see. And he usually likes to flirt with them a little."
Lizzie laughed as she walked back to her bed, getting a muttered "shut up" from a nearby bed as she did so. As she sat down, something Lily said struck her.
"Usually?" she asked.
"Yep." said Lily, who hadn't move once inch, as if she had been waiting for her to say that.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked, her heart beating faster and knowing that's waht her friend was waiting for.
"This year her doesn't. He ignores them as if his heart was set on one specific girl." said Lily with a mock dreamy voice. "Of course, I can't be certain who it is, but I got a fairly ood idea of who it might be." she added in her normal voice.
"Well, if we keep our eyes open we might find out." Lizzie said as she laid down, talking to her self more than to Lily.
*~*~*~*~*
On the limits of the school grounds, with a loud noise, Lady Marisa apparated. Her red hair blowing about as the wind blew hard. She had changed her dress for a very revealing leather outfit. She looked up at the Full Moon and then at the great catle that was Hogwarts.
"Well, well, well. This is the famous Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not that impressive," she said aloud, not caring at all if anybody could hear her.
She began walking slowly, unconcerned, towards the castle.
*~*~*~*~*
In her dormitory, Lizzie woke with a start. She sat up, looking around nervously. It couldn't be. Not here. It was impossible...or was it?
"ELizabeth." called a voice soflty, almost impossible to hear. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth." It kept calling.
The teenager laid on her stomcah and pressed her pillow over her head...but the voice was incide her mind. It kept calling her name. Evry time it called it was etting more insistant.
"ELIZABETH!" it suddenly yelled in anger.
Lizzie let out a scream. She felt as if her skul was about ti crack. She got up, trying hard not to let the tears she felt coming to her eyes fall.
Slowly, she began to get dressed, but the voice kept calling, though it idnd't yell anymore, certain of it's effect. The half-vampire looked at the other girls to make sure they were all slepping and then left silently, praying it was just her imagination playing tricks on her.
*~*~*~*~*
Outside the Whomping Willow, PAdfoot, Prongs and Wormtail were getting ready to get inisde. Wormtail made his way to the base of the tree, which tried to hit him, but only swung it's branches over him, as he was too small. The stag and the bear-like dog were waiting for him to immobilise the huge violent tree. The rat pressed his small paw at the right spot and the tree stopped moving.
Padfoot and Prongs walked near the entrance to the hidden tunnel. The stag was standing on the right of it, letting Wormtail climb up on his back. The dog was right in front of the "door" to the tunnel. As it opened, what seemed to be a hug furry animal jumped right out of it.
He ducked out of the way and felt the thing, a werewolf, he suspected, pressed its paw on his back to push itself further away. Hoping he hadn't got scratched even though he hurt slightly where the paw had been, he turned around to look at the thing.
"That must just be because of the pressure." Padfoot thought as he saw he had been right about suspecting it was a werewolf.
The beast looked back at the three animagus and they weren't sure why, but it seemed a little different from usual. It seemed like it's fur was more brown than the usual grey. It turned around, having nothing to do with these animals and ran away. The animagus follwed it, decided not to let it go and harm anybody.
They never saw the three other werewolves that came out from under the Whomping Willow. One of them, a grey one, sniffed the air and looked in their direction. Their smell was very familiar. As the other two started moving towards the castle, it followed.
*~*~*~*~*
Lizzie was going down the stairs, careful not to get caught, that led down to the first floor. She was still hoping that it was all her imagintaion, even more since the voice had stoopped calling her. Sadly, nothing happened and she was soon standing oustide the castle.
She began to walk along the wall, looking away on the grounds, searching for a familiar and dreaded silhouette. She turned a corner and bumped into someting that could have well been a well since it didn't move an inch, while she fell backwards on the ground.
She looked up and saw the woman, if you could call her that, that had made her life a living nightmare. The woman's green eyes stared at her coldly. She didn't even gesture to help Lizzie up or excused herself. She only waited for the girl to get up. As she did so, the vampire grabbed her by the shirt and shook her violently.
"Where were you?!" she asked angrily.
"I...I wasn't sure it was you, Marisa." Lizie lied.
"Who esle could it have been other than me?" asked Marisa letting go of the teenage girl.
Lizzie was tempted to reply something, but kept her replies for herself.
"I was half asleep." she said instead.
"WEll, next time wake up faster!" Marisa told her before slapping her on the face with the back of her hand. "It could have been urgent, little idiot!"
"I'm sorry, Marisa!" Lizzie whispered.
"LADY Marisa!" the vampire creamed, raising her hannd.
"I'm sorry, Lady Marisa!" the girl corrected herself rapidly, avoiding a second strong slap.
"Alright." the woman said, calming herself.
She looked at the girl, frowing. She extended an hand and touched Lizzie on the cheek. The teenager could feel the cool skin against her own.
"You look as pale as a complete vampire...when was the last time you drank blood?"
"I...I don't remember...I...c-can't drink much...they...they'd get suspicious." Lizzie said, unsure if she would unleash a new wave of anger from her adoptive mother.
The woman seemed to consider what she had just been told. She looked suspiciously at Lizzie, but then gave her a small nodd. Lizzie let go of a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"You're right, but you should drink soon or the craving will be too strong." Marisa said in a matter of factly voice. "Have you heard of werewolves around here? I have heard rumours." she added in the same voice.
"I...N-Yes." said Lizzie, suddenly realizing a way out of that one. "I wa told there were some in the Forbidden Forest."
"That's all?" Marisa asked angrily. "You're hiding something...I can feel it. I know it." she said in what seemed like a growl.
She took a menacing step towards Lizzie.
"What have you found up to now?" she asked.
Lizzie realized at that moment that she had nothing to report. She hadn't serached the castle or anything. At that moment she realized in how much trouble she was in.
"I-I've found nothing of importance...y-yet."
Marisan glared evily at her and she hissed dangreously, showing her vampire canines in a very menacing way. Lizzie tried to move back, but Marisa had already taken hold of her. She stared right in her eyes.
"Let me see that for myself, lying little incompetent bastard." she growled as she invaded Lizzie's mind and memories.
*~*~*~*~*
Professor Drannaor, Potions Master at Hogwarts, was slowly walking up the stairs that lead up from the Dungeons. He had forgotten a precious item in the teacher's room and needed it to finish his work that night. Al was silent in the caslte. even the paintings were asleep at this late hour. The only light that came in the corridors was the one which came from the Full Moon. Drannaor had illuminated the tip of his wand to see where he was going.
As he arrived at the top of the stone stairs, he heard a crashing noise. Thinking it must be a student or maybe Peeves, he decided to go see what it was. He silently walked towards the source of the nois, holding his wand low not to alarm whoever made the noise. He heard another one and was able to guess the classrom from which it came from. He walked to the door and held his wand high.
"Come out! I know you're..." he stopped in mid-sentence as he found himself facing a huge wolf-like creature that hel a dead owl in his jaw, blood dripping on the ground."Oh my God!"
The light of his wand reflected in the eyes of the beast in a very eerie way. Suddenly, Drannaor realized that there wasn't one werewolf, but three, one on each side. On the left there was the smaller of the three. It had pale brown fur and one of it's paw rested on the bloody body of an aniaml the Potions Master was unable to identify...and was actually ahppy he could not. On the left, there was a grey beast that let the dead bird it had been chewing fell on the ground and stared at the professor with what could have been starving hunger. Drool was dripping from it's mouth.
The only noise Drannaor could hear were the dripping sounds coming from two of the werewolves, their low growls and his heart racing faster than it had ever did in his entire life. He swalloed with difficulty as he slowly stepped backwards. There was no way he could defeat three werewolves alone...with no silver or anything esle.
The werewolves didn't move, but kept staring at him. When he was in the middle of the corridor, he took a deep breath and broke into a run in the direction he had come from. The werewolves jumped in action a fraction of a second later, running after the wizard. They would not let their prey get away.
Drannaor was about to pass right in front of the stairs he had taken only moments ago, but a fourth werewolf came slowly from in frotn of him. The man swore under his breath and turned around, only to face the three other beasts. He let out an horrifed gasp. They stopped running and started walking towards him slowly, their claws clacking in an almost rythmic way on the stone floor and echoing in the empty corridor.
He looked nervously from them to the other one, who seemed as hungry as the grey one. He was about the same size too, but Drannaor didn't really realize, he was too panicked. Sudenly. he threw himself down the stairs, his only way out, but trippied. He rolled down a few of them and them, as rapidly as he could, got up and ran as fast as he could, almost tripping and falling once more.
He could hear the beasts running down the stairs and could almost feel their breaths on his back. He didn't dare too look back, as he knew they were probably right behind him. t was actually a miracle they hadn't caught him yet, he thought. He had no idea where he was going,...maybe if he could manage to lokc himself up in his classroom...
The werewolves had been forced to pass one by one throught the stairs and their struggling to get past first gave Drannaor just enough time to be able to get up and start running again, but the teacher couldn't go far...and they knew it.
Drannaor took a sharp turn as he came to the door to his classroom and rushed inside. He grabbed the door to swing it closed, but it was a few seconds too late. At the light of his wand, he saw his doom jump right at him, in the form of a grey murdering werwolf. Its claws dug bloodly wholes in the wiard"s chest as he felt backwards and ripped flesh away from it when they hit the ground. The weight of the beast cut his breath for a moment, but the werewolf jumped off him and landed a meter or two behind him.
The wizard paingully tried to get up, still holding his wand. He wish he hadn't when he saw the three other werewolves entering the room. It hadn't been a miracle, but a simple bloody and horrible game...and it wasn't over. The beasts surrounded him, growling and grooling. Drannaor tried get up onto his knees, trying to hold back the tears that would blurr his vision. He wouldn't give up until he was dead. He pointed his wand at the smaller werewolf.
"PET..." but he nerver got to finish his spell.
As he extended his arm, another werwolf closed its jaw around his arm. the man screamed in pain and tried to pull his arm out from between the horrible fangs of the beast. The werewolf, not wanting to let go, pulled the other way. With and horrible ripping and grinding sound, the hand and a part of his arm was teared apart from his body. He let out a blood freazing scream of agony and could no longer held his tears. It did not matter, however, because the wand's light went out...but not before Drannaor could see the beast chew a little on it.
Once the light was out, all the wizard could hear was his own sobs of fear and pain and the breaths of the four beasts around him.
"Please, I don't..." he began to pray and plead anybody or any god who would hear him, but was cut short when the four werewolves jumped on him, now tired of playing with him.
