"Today, we will start practicing Summoning Charms", their tiny Charms professor said in his squeaky voice. "To perform one, you need to focus on the item you wish to summon, and then speak the incantation, which is Accio! Allow me to demonstrate", he said, and pointed his wand towards one of the pillows that they were using for practice. He said the incantation clearly, and the pillow zoomed towards him, landing gently on his desk.
Wolf raised his eyebrows. This was what they were teaching their fourth-years? He had himself mastered this spell before his eleventh birthday. How far ahead was he, compared to these people?
Looking out over the classroom, he saw that people were already practicing; most of them couldn't make their pillows do more than glide a bit towards them. However, a few seemed to focus too much, making their pillows soar through the room, hitting them hard in the face.
"Mr. Wolf, can I see you try?", Professor Flitwick asked him. Wolf smiled at him.
"Of course, Professor", he said, before raising his right arm. Focusing on the pillow, he flicked his fingers, feeling the familiar tingling sensation throughout his arm, before the pillow soared through the room, landing in his outstretched hand.
The professor nearly fainted. The rest of the class gasped loudly, and he heard Ron yell something in the lines of "Blimey!".
"Y-you didn't use a wand!", Hermione said, obviously shocked.
"That is correct, Hermione", Wolf responded with a smile, tossing the pillow back to the starting spot.
"B-but... how? That's really, REALLY advanced magic; no fourth-year is supposed to be able to do it!"
"That's for me to know, and you to guess", he responded, his wolfish grin spreading almost from ear to ear.
The rest of the week passed quickly, apart from one thing: Defense against the Dark Arts.
Their teacher seemed wrong. Something about his scent was unnatural, like he was attempting to hide his original one behind another one. Not like perfume though. More like how prey sometimes hid their scent to avoid predators.
Wolf listened closely as their teacher told them about the Unforgivable Curses. Interesting. Where he came from, the Killing curse was allowed, however no man was allowed to take a life except in self defense, or defending his honor or the honor of his clan. The Pain and Control curses, however, where punishable by death.
He snarled when the Pain curse was cast upon the spider. The wolf inside him howled and railed against this cruelty; no animal should have to face this sort of pain. A low growl started in his throat, his lips parted to reveal his canines and his hands gripping the sides of his desk tightly. If he doesn't stop the spell soon, I will stop it myself. However, as the thought flashed through his head, Moody stopped the spell.
Relaxing, he noticed that some people were staring at him. He didn't care.
"Did you see that way it twitched like that?"
"That was cruelty beyond words. No living creature should ever have to experience that", Wolf said, snarling slightly. Seamus flinched, obviously surprised by his tone.
"C'mon mate, it was only..." Seamus began, but Wolf interrupted him.
"Only spiders? Yes. But, a saying amongst my people says that 'if you want to truly know a man, judge him not by how he treats his equals; judge him by how he treats his inferiors'. If a man can knowingly, even smilingly, subject an animal to such boundless pain, what says he can't do it to a man?", Wolf said angrily, his snarl widening as he spoke, revealing his long and sharpened canines.
Turning around, he left Seamus and Dean dumbstruck, and walked away quickly, barely avoiding walking straight into Ron as he rounded the corner. Not feeling in the mood for a talk, he nodded his head towards them, before continuing his way.
"What's the matter with that guy?" Ron asked as he looked after Wolf.
"No idea", Hermione said. "But he seemed really mad about something".
"Well, did you see his face when Moody used Crucio on that spider? He looked like he was going to rip his head off!", Ron continued.
"Yeah, and did you hear him? He actually growled! Fits his name, though", Harry said. "However, there's something about him that's just... odd".
"Know what you mean, mate", Ron said. "Did you see all his scars? And that tatoo of his, that's unbelievable! And how the heck can he be up so damn early every morning?" Ron scratched his chin. "Actually, now that I think of it, I don't think I've seen him sleep!"
"Oh, come on, Ron, everybody sleeps. Maybe he just doesn't need as much sleep as you do? And he has been here less than a week, you know" Hermione said.
"Yeah, but you can't deny that he's strange. After all, he did that summoning charm like it was nothing! And he didn't use a wand, either". Hermione frowned at this.
"That is true. And now that I think of it, I don't think Hogwarts has ever had a transfer student..."
"Jump up on the desk."
"Get out of my mind."
"Just jump up on the desk."
"I said, get out of my mind."
"Jump up on the desk. NOW!"
The wolf in his mind snarled.
"Get out of my mind. NOW!" With that, Wolf made a mental lunge , and drove the other force out of his mind. Coming back to his senses, Wolf saw that he had crouched, lips parted in a wolfish snarl, teeth bared, and his fingers spread wide, as if to allow his claws out. Moody physically recoiled when Wolf threw him out of his mind, magical eye spinning madly.
Breathing deeply, Wolf tried to relax. However, he found it hard to relax near the scarred old teacher.
"Excellent, boy, damn near perfect! Throwing the Imperius curse off at your first try!" Moody seemed to try to smile as he said this, but he looked way too startled to give it a good try. The rest of the class were gawking in awe; none of them had managed to throw it off at their first try; not even Potter.
September passed quickly and uneventfully for Wolf. Apart from one thing.
Wolf was walking back from the library, hands holding a couple of spell books. It was just a few minutes until curfew; the halls were abandonded. Rounding a corner, wolf stopped abruptly. A scent had reached his nose; one that he had sensed too many times. Blood.
Handing the books he had borrowed to a very surprised suit of armor, he quickly sped towards the source of the scent.
Running quietly up a staircase, he heard a voice from the next corridor.
"You like that, don't you, filthy blood-traitor?". A sound of a fist meeting flesh at a high speed. A girls muffled cry. Rage gripped Wolf at this. A man, assaulting a woman? Here?
Rounding the corner, he saw something horrendous.
Three boys, all appearing to be a year or two older than him, were standing next to a bleeding girl. One of them, a tall boy with a shaved head, was holding her arms behind her back; one other boy, this one with short brown hair, stood back a bit, watching with a smile. The third, a lean boy with shortly cropped blond hair was holding her head up in her hair; his fist raised for another blow.
Snarling with rage, Wolf ran towards them.
The boy with the shaved head cried out in warning when he saw Wolf running towards them. The blond boy turned around.
With a cry, Wolf jumped up and kicked him in the face, feeling teeth break beneath his foot, blood splattering across the wall. He went down like a sack of potatoes, bleeding heavily from his mouth.
The brown haired boy immediately reached for his wand; however, as he pulled it out, Wolf grabbed his arm and drew him in close, head-butting him on the nose. Blood splattered all over Wolfs face as the boy tipped backwards, holding his broken nose.
The third boy, the shaved-headed one, had dropped the girl and pulled out his wand, and as Wolf turned towards him, the boy launched a stunning spell towards him.
Instinctively putting up a shield charm around his left hand, he knocked it into a wall, before jumping forwards, snapping the boys wand in two with his left hand, his right hand smashing clearly into the boys cheek. Pulling him close, he saw fear shine brightly in his eyes. A few locks of Wolfs hair had fallen out of its ponytail and were hanging in front of his face, enhancing his appearance as a crazy murderer.
"Listen to me, boy, and mark my words: if you even think about laying a hand on a woman again, I will be there. And trust me" - here his bloodstained face split into a demon like grin - "I won't be so kind then". At these words, the boy went limp in his arms. He had fainted.