It was nearing midnight. The full moon was blanketed by the dark clouds outside. Not a soul in Hogwarts was awake..accept one. Tru was staggering in the Entrance Hall toward the main doors. Her breath deep and gasping as though begging for air that she couldn't find. Her eyes were wide and very white, she was very pale and couldn't seem to see very well, as she kept falling down on the ground.

Her breath became faster and more urgent as she reached the doors. She didn't seem to know what her urge was to suddenly go outdoors, or what was going on anyway. She jumped onto the handles of the doors and pulled as hard as she could and opened them. An almighty screech went through the hall as the doors opened to reveal a cold night outside. It was currently October the 29th, but as soon as midnight struck, it would be October 30th.

Tru staggered through the doors clumsily and ran toward the forest with all of her strength. She could just see the trees. She seemed to be begging them toward her, she had no clue why she wanted to be in the forest so much. She could hear something from the forest, a high pitched howl. She wanted to go toward it, she was almost there...

She staggered and fell down to the ground on her knees. Her breath became hollow and deep. She looked at her hands, her nails were growing at an alarming rate and hair seemed to be sprouting from every inch of her body. Her head felt funny, it lolled around onto either shoulder and she clutched at herself.

She opened her mouth and her breath grew deeper and deeper, her feet, were not her own. They were long and ugly with dark fur on them and long claws that dug into the ground. Finally she looked up at the moon, and from low in her chest came a piercing howl that echoed into the luminous night...

The forest had been quiet for a time before midnight had struck. The wolf was now running through it, confused and so aware of it's surroundings. It was frightened, wanting to know where it was and why it was there. Things seemed to go in slow motion as it ran faster and deeper into the forest. The trees passed it in a giant dark blur and it's destination was a mystery even to it.

The sounds of the night flooded it's senses as it sprinted here and there through the tall trees. Owls hooted from high above in the tangle of many branches, snakes hissed from below as it ran past them, the leaves rustled under it's large feet stomping upon them with great force, the wind whooshed in it's ears and through it's elegant black fur, caressing it to the point of gentle but frightening comfort.

Finally the wolf stopped running and collapsed in a heap by the lake that remained in the middle of the forest. The creature whimpered, as though crying. It's mournful cries echoed through the trees awakening many creatures to their displeasure. Howling and whimpering ever so sadly into the cold, dark night. The wolf looked up through the trees and saw another figure walking slowly toward it.

The wolf became frightened, more than it had been, as it watched the creature come closer and closer with each agonizing and frightening crunch of leaves. From the darkness, another werewolf came into the light, looking down upon the other, sadness in it's eyes. Suddenly, the younger of the two, the one on the ground, heard a voice, coming from the other wolf.

"Hello, Tru." The voice was familiar, and comforting in a way...and then she knew. "Dad?" she replied. They were not speaking in human voices, but in growls and whimpers only they could understand.

"Yes, sweetheart, it's me."

"What's happened to me? Why are we like this? I knew you were, but I thought you said it would skip a generation."

"I thought it would too. But you showed all of the signs, be thankful to Hermione, she retrieved a potion from Professor Snape, the same I use to keep my human consience while I am like this, and slipped it into your drink at dinner. If she didn't, you wouldn't understand me right now."

Tru looked around and stood. She wobbled a little bit, not used to such horrific posture.

"Why now?"

"When I was 16, that's when it happened to me too. It's just how it goes. I'm so sorry about this Tru, if I could have stopped it I would have."

A tear came to the eye of her father's wolf. He whimpered and sat on the ground. Tru approached him and sat close to him, cuddling up on his dark, fuzzy shoulder.

"It's allright Dad...I know I'll have you through this."

Her father looked down at her and licked her forehead affectionately. He put a large paw on her shoulder and sat there with her, both were whimpering and howling occasionally.

The night wore on like this, both wolves fell asleep by one another, one who didn't know better would think this as two ordinary wolves of the same pack just sleeping in the clearing in the forest. The warmth and love between the two shone through. The wind whistled through the trees that night. Creatures roamed through the forest like any other night. Hunting and being their natural selves. Owls hunted mice, snakes slithered through the dark leaves below, rats and giant cats prowled through the trees seeking either shelter or food. It was like any other normal night to them.

But for the two wolves sitting in the clearing next to each other, this was a giant change, and something they would have to live with, for the rest of their lives.

Tru's eyes blinked open at the morning sun, grass was her bed, her father, her pillow. She awoke to find him sleeping against a tree, holding her close. She stood up to find herself fully clothed, but her clothes were ripped in many places, thankfully covering all that needed to be covered. She found it hard to stand and fell upon the ground again. She felt unusually weak, tired, and somewhat scarred on her left ear. Looking at her father, she knew that it wasn't a dream she had, but reality in one of the most horrible ways.

She curled up by her father again and cried there, her head on his shoulder. She knew she had to be strong about this. And do everything her father did in these conditions every month for the rest of her adult life. But the thought of it made her shudder as though she was freezing cold...but when she thought further, it WAS cold outside.

Her father woke next to her and looked down into her eyes. He saw the same sadness he thought he'd see and understood completely. "I'll take you to the Hospital Wing. You'll be in there for a couple of weeks. I'll be sure to tell Ron, Harry, and Hermione."

He stood and picked up his daughter and, silently, he carried her out of the forest and back up to the castle.