Chapter Three:

She slowly walked towards it, keeping her hands where it could see them. It growled louder, snarling and snapping its fangs. When she was within five feet of it she stopped.

"It's alright," she said soothingly, "I won't hurt you. I bet your thirsty, huh pup?"

With a flick of her wrist a pitcher of water and a bowl appear. She crouched down and poured the water into the bowl and inched the bowl forward so that it lay about a foot from her. The werewolf eyed her suspiciously and slowly approached the spot where the bowl lay. He quickly lapped up the water and watched her pour the rest of the water into the dish. When he finished that he simply stood and stared at her. With another flick of the wrist the bowl and pitcher vanished.

"Now that you've had something to drink, will you let me help you?" she asked patiently.

The werewolf looked at her and sat on its haunches. She approached it slowly, when it didn't attempt to move away or attack her, she examined its sore arm. Her suspicions were confirmed, it was broken. She tapped it with her wand and whispered quietly so that Draco wouldn't overhear,

"Sodan."

A pale green light came from the tip of her wand and wrapped around the broken limb. The light stayed for a few seconds and then vanished into the arm. She moved around to the werewolf's side and saw that it was covered with cuts, many of which were bleeding quite badly.

"Who did this to you, pup?" She whispered to it, and then she turned to Draco, "Someone used the Crutacious Curse on him. A lot of the cuts are still fresh so whoever did it might still be around. We should get going."

Her broom hovered in the air next to Draco's and a sling appeared between the two. She quickly immobilized the werewolf and was about to move him over to the sling when she saw movement behind Draco.

"Hey, watch out behind you!" Draco yelled.

She spun on her heal and found herself face to face with a Death Eater. She gasped and in three quick moves, managed to disarm, immobilize, and silence him. She had gotten lucky and surprised him by turning so quickly. Her eyes blazed with anger when she realized that he was probably the one who had hurt the werewolf so badly.

"You have no respect for the rest of the people in the world, so I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. It's a pain worse than death. CRUCIO!"

Meanwhile, Draco had gotten the upper hand in his duel with a second Death Eater who had tried to sneak up on him.

"Incarcerous! Obliviate! Stupefy!" And just like that the Death Eater was bound, stunned and had no memory of the encounter. Draco reached out and took his wand. Stowing it in his pocket he turned and walked back to where his companion stood.

"Hey, um... I think you stop now. He's totally unconscious." Draco pointed out, motioning to the Death Eater that lay at their feet.

"Huh? Oh, right," she said, immediately lowering her wand, then motioning to the immobile werewolf she added," I guess we better get going before more of them show up. Do you have a safe place where we can take him to heal him?"

She hovered the werewolf into the sling. Draco was deep in thought.

'How do I get her to go back to the castle with me? If I tell her that's where we're going she'll refuse. Hmm... I know!'

"We'll use the quidditch pitch," Draco said as he mounted his broom.

The girl nodded but did not look too thrilled at the thought.

They took off into the night and swooped low over the school grounds, coming to a smooth stop at the quidditch pitch.

The spell was starting to wear off so she quickly dismounted from her broom, removed the werewolf from the sling and waved her wand over the cuts. When they were all healed she stood back as the werewolf got up and walked around. He seemed almost tame, allowing her to get close and scratch him behind the ears, and licking her hand.

"Draco, I have an idea. When I was little my grandpa was bitten by a werewolf and we had to take care of him. When I was about seven I came up with this crazy idea to heal him. We all decided it was worth a shot and it worked. I think I have most of the ingredients with me, but I need you to go get me some wolf's bane, okay?"

Draco nodded, and took off for the garden outside the greenhouse. Professor Sprout had been having them transplant some wolf's bane on Friday during herbology. He spotted it, uprooted a stalk, and headed back to the pitch. Once he landed, he handed her the requested plant. She took the wolf's bane and poured two drops of a clear liquid onto it. Within five minutes the liquid had soaked into the leaf turning it a metallic pale green.

At her command, Draco immobilized the werewolf and pried his mouth open. She popped the leaf into the werewolf's mouth and shut it. Then she pointed her wand at its heart and spoke loudly and clearly.

"Twa es faray sodan twa koro. Twa es faray poro twa porodan indo. Twa es faray ap soloway twa sola da twa kardum twa kenday."

At first nothing happened, and then the werewolf began to glow and change. Within five minutes the werewolf was back to his human form. Draco gasped when he recognized who it was.

"Professor Lupin!"

English Translation: "This is made to mend the heart. This is made to weave the web within. This is made to save the one from the fate that was foretold."