I may only be in seventh grade, but I've learned and done a lot of things. I learned that I was a leopard demon when I was seven years old, and I would show it off by showing others my ears, tail, and transformation abilities. At the start of sixth grade, I met three other demons: Shahara (wolf demon), Sofy (horse demon), and Neko-Gal (all-cat demon). Almost a month afterwards, I met Harry Potter when performing a play for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We married six weeks later. (Crazy, I know, but we did.) Nine months later, we had six leopard demon kids: Larry, Mary, Yuiren, Cheui, Carrie, and Toklata. This was possible because Harry had already become a leopard Animagus, skilled at wizardry and wandless magic.

However, all this happiness and sorrow would soon be replaced with anger and betrayal. My mother received a letter from an infamous man named Jerry Perry. He was known for sending wild children to places where they could be domesticated. When she showed it to me, I flat-out refused to perform whatever test he had planned. But I didn't know that my own mother would soon betray me.

She forged my signature and sent in the form. When she told me I'd be in the same session as Shahara, my heart eased for a fraction, but was refilled with the anger I felt towards my mother. Just in case I was sent away, I would have to sneak in Harry and my children somehow.

The day of the session, my mother piled me into the car with my suitcase. Harry was in the trunk, willingly, and lent the Invisibility Cloak to the kids so they could hide under it. We finally stopped outside the University of Memphis. When my mom popped open the trunk, Harry snuck out with his Firebolt and quickly got the kids out of the car.

Stepping inside the building was the worst experience I'd ever had. My fate depended on being invisible and keeping my cool with Shahara and Inu-Yasha, her mate.

Surprisingly, there were over two dozen kids there. Apparently, they had willingly agreed or their parents had forged their signatures, too. Either way, they were all there.

Inu-Yasha, however, had not signed up. He was just there to accompany Shahara, should the worst happen.

"Potter, Akela," a voice called out.

My heart filled with fear. My name was the first to be called. They hadn't even given me instructions!

And there was Jerry Perry. His face was handsome, but I didn't fall in love. I could never love that heartless son of a bitch. About three yards away was a large woman. Her head gestured to her shoulder, telling me to climb on. I did so.

"Attack me," Perry said.

I smiled to myself, happy that this test was so easy.

But wait. There's a catch…"

Suddenly, my hands were tied, and I was attached to a rope on a conveyer belt on the ceiling.

Shahara, Inu-Yasha, and surprisingly, Sofy and Neko-Gal, jumped from the pile of spectators. Inu-Yasha drew the Tetsusaiga , and the others transformed into their demonic figures.

"No!" I cried. "What will be will be."

Nonetheless, they didn't shift from their present forms, but sat down and kept their eyes on either me or Jerry Perry.

"Now, you may attack."

I focused on transforming my head only, but still grow talons. I attacked him thrice from the front, having no effect. Then, while he was unaware, I struck from behind and knocked his head into the table. The paramedics arrived in two seconds and nursed his head. Then, he took a tissue. I transformed my head back secretly. When I turned towards him, he had my cheeks clenched in his tissue-covered hand. Viciously, I bit the tissue and tore off a huge proportion, spitting out with distaste, turning to snap at his hand. He winced and flinched, then retired to a secret room. I stared restlessly at everyone. Three seconds later, Perry came out again with a stretcher and looked me dead in the eye.

That gaze pierced me like five thousand arrows. It was as if he could decipher my every thought in an instant. I felt unsafe and in the nude. I turned my face away, but I heard a cold, heartless voice, yet somehow familiar, in my head.

Get on the stretcher. I'll take you to a land where you can find a calm side and allow it to dominate your fierce personality.

As though I had no will of my own, I did as I was told. Perry strapped me in. I didn't realize I had sealed my own doom until I was rolled out of the emergency exit.

"Do you consider yourself cold-hearted, young one?" Perry asked.

"How should I know? Oh, and I'm turning 13 next month. Don't say things you don't understand."

"Have you ever compared yourself with Naraku?"

A cold fear struck my heart: he knew that I was only here to see if he was one of Naraku's followers. He must know!

"Naraku is a cold-hearted son of a bitch, just like you, Perry. Except Naraku doesn't usually send other children to their death." I spat on him, not caring how much he reacted.

"You are both, bitch. You are warm-hearted because you want to protect others from our wraths. But you want to kill us both out of spite and hatred."

Suddenly, he stopped and unbuckled the straps that bound me to the stretcher.

Now, I may be a cat demon, but my father's wolverine demon genes were dominated by my mother's genes. However, a tiny bit of those genes found their way into me. My father was Wolverine's brother: Wolverine as in the X-Man.

I jumped out of the stretcher, landed on hands and feet with Wolverine-like claws extended between each of my knuckles. I held these claws to Perry's throat.

"Go ahead. Kill me. Just know that I will be avenged."

Confused, I backed down. My claws retracted. Suddenly, hands grabbed me from behind violently swung me around.

There were almost ten thousand children staring back at me, eyeing my claws with fear. Quietly, my claws slipped back into my hands.

"Everyone, this is Rosemary. Make her feel comfortable, and accommodate her in any way possible."

My eyes widened in surprise. Did he just call me (shudder) Rosemary? How dare he take my wonderful demon name and turn it into a sissy, human girl's name? DAMN HIM! DAMN HIM TO HELL!

Three children came up to me without flinching: two boys and a girl.

One of the people holding me spoke, a deep, raspy male's voice.

"Rosemary," (I shuddered), "these are your bunkmates, Ashley, Will, and Corey," the guard said. "Show her the accommodations we have prepared for her."

I was guided by the nineteen-year old and four-year olds to where I was supposed to live for years to come.

High above, following the stretcher to which I was bound, my husband and children hovered, confirming that Perry wouldn't try anything sneaky. When the three children distinguished themselves from the crowd led me away, Harry threw his Invisibility Cloak over himself, the children, and the Firebolt, so as not to be seen. He followed me to a small, two-story hut.

Are they saying that my wife who deserves much more than this is to live in a hut the rest of this time? PATHETIC!