Beneath the Swollen Moon
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or any other rights to Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does and she's one lucky woman.
The stars shine with an ever-bright yellow and gold. The wind whips quietly and gracefully through the air like a ballerina twirling in the arms of her danseur. In the distance, there is a soft howl froma lone wolf in the thick, dark forest behind Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The wolf isn't an ordinary wolf. He is bigger; more ferocious. His coarse dark brown fur is flaked with white snow that could be mistaken for dandruff...if he was a human, but he is a human; at least part human.
He curls up in the brambles and grass as he gazes with such hate at the swollen yellow globe that lights up the darkened sky. The stars have seemed to disappear now and he is afraid to move, but his mind is filled with a sense of hunger that he can no longer deny. Killing is the only way, but he does not want to kill her. Her beauty scares him as well as intrigues him. The way her deep red hair reflects the moonlight as it falls in her face as she shivers in the cold.
She whispers his name softly. He looks up at her; his head tilted to the side like a dog, but his eyes glow a nasty golden brown proving to her he is nothing of the sort. He should have taken the wolfsbane. He regrets it now, but there is nothing he can do about it. He is hungry and without a consicious. He is a wolf.
She stares at him kindly telling him things that he can't understand. He sees her chapped lips forming words, but he cannot hear them well. He can't make out what she is trying to tell him. He can only think about his hunger. He could smell her from miles away, yes, she is his prey.
She comes closer and there is nothing he can do about it. He crouches low; a predator waiting for his kill. She comes even closer still; mumbling about something that to his mind is incoherent. He can't understand. Tears trickle down her face as she continues to come closer. His nose burns and stings as her smell becomes more and more intense. He is ready to pounce and he does. He hears nothing. not a scream, nothing. he just feels a soft hand rubbing his fur as if her were a mere pet. Everything stops in it's place as if time were frozen. His stomach aches for food, but he can no longer think. A terrible pain runs through his body and he lets out a hellish growl. Then everything goes black.
He awakes in the leaves with her by his side. He doesn't remember what happed last night and she is not too willing to tell him. He looks her in her soft brown eyes, a pair he could stare at forever, and whispers a scolding. It doesn't register with her; she is too happy to be with him. He scolds her again; louder this time and she understands, but doesn't make a big deal out of it. She loves him
He thinks of an excuse for them not to be together, but he cannot. He is no longer her professor, but her collegue. She dosen't care that he turns into a "beast" once a month, for so does she. He lets his thoughts go and pulls her close.
He is happy.