Kagome was in the library and she was not happy.

At all.

A pile of books surrounding her, her nose scrunched in a wrinke that continued upwards to her forehead, growing; along with the frustration at finding that none of the books were giving her the answers she needed to her wide variety of questions. The young girl sighed, banging her head on the square wooden table and shifting her thigh to try and move to a position where it wouldn't receive so much pressure. There was a thin wrapping of band aid placed several times around her leg in a tight pressure to help with the bleeding. She'd probably need to go the nurse soon to change considering it was still a little damp from earlier in the morning.

No one really knew of her little injury. It was high enough to be hidden by the uniform skirt.

She was glad for that.

The most that anyone could tell was that she had tripped and scraped her knee. She had gone straight to Madame Pomfrey's room to wait for the older woman so she could get her wound treated. It would have been best if no one knew but Kagome knew it would ride up suspicion once someone found blood on her. Kagome was the type to move allot, scabs tended to break out and peel off at such a thing. She was considerably lucky that Madame Pomfrey had left to sort out the medic wing that morning and her mind was so focused on worrying about her dirty, injured body that she had completely forgotten to ask on how she had ended up in such a state.

Which was good because she wasn't exactly sure how to explain it without getting anyone in any type of trouble.

She hadn't had a run in with Remus all day. She wondered if he remembered turning into the beast and playing cat and dog with her all night. Kagome wasn't entirely sure if she could face him.

Heck! She didn't know if she could face her cat after what she saw.

There were times when she thought that it was all a dream her twisted mind had managed to conjure. That Remus wasn't some big hairy werewolf that spent all of last night hunting her. Trying to eat her. Kill her. It wasn't possible. And that's what she told herself over and over like a personal mantra. That none of it was real, but then as soon as she had finally deluded herself to the idea, the little pain on her upper thigh would remind her that she hasn't completely fallen down the deep end quite yet. Both something troublesome and a relief to her poor heart.

Then her mind would go back to the way her magic had attacked Remus. And it went back to how it protected her.

She had never read, in any of her books about wandless magic, that magic was capable of doing something like that without the wizards knowledge. Though it could have been nothing more than accidental magic, there was a glow. This purple-ish pink glow that surrounded her constantly. Sure, sometimes a spell would produce a little color, but this surrounded her all the time and now that she thought about it, it was kind of wierd.

This was just part of the reason to why she had isolated herself to books. In order to see if any of them had any clue of what kind of magic did she actually have, but so far no such luck. The only different kind of magic she was able to find were from different races and none of their magic would glow anyways. No help at all.

She could of course ask Remus, he practically lived in the library with all the time he spent in it, but then that of course would involve seeing him face to face. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

Eventually Kagome plopped her head into her arms, echoing a groan in the silent room. She was hopeless.

"E'llo Miss Snape, rare occasion to see you in the library." Kagome forced a tight smile on her face as she lifted her head from the blissful, warm confinement of her arms; stray hairs that escaped from the ponytail she was wearing tickled her face. Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or at least his hell hound in her little predicament. "Hello there Remus," by now she would usually scold him on the saying of her last name, not liking to remember the man who made her knees scratch from all but merely falling off a bike, but now didn't seem like the time.

Tobias Snape. She hated him more than anything in her short existence. There was nothing loving about him. He never took her shopping, or played with her and Severus, or took them bike riding..

Wait-! Has she ever been bike ridding before?

Enough of that, it was time to pay attention.

"I hadn't the slightest clue that you would even be interested in anything involving academics. You always seem to be off in you're own little world whenever we're in class." Kagome blushed slightly before opening her mouth to answer, "I pay attention," she responded lamely. There was the slight hint of an echoing unspoken, "sometimes," at the slight waver in her voice. She did pay attention though! Listened to every word. Then as soon as it entered one ear it got lost on detour to her brain and winded up falling out of her head.

"Of course you do, I believe you," of course he doesn't believe her, "but I'm not too sure the rest of our professors would agree. What is it that you need? I'm sure that I can help." Kagome's face softened, she knew how much he would like to spend time in studying or taking one of those books of things she barely knew of. It meant something that he would take the time to help her.

He really was a sweet person on the inside. It was hard to believe that there was something much darker and feral on the inside.

She looked in his eyes, but just as quickly looked away. Green. Last night she saw gold, it was familiar, she didn't know how, but it does though and at the same, it was something completely new. They both shared the different tones, a tone of not being all what they seem. That was all her mind would allow her to remember.

Her leg itched and she squirmed a bit as if feeling the cool running of her blood all over again. She cleared her throat, "I uh-" she tried to find words, letters forming in her mouth but not wanting to spit out. But a part of her knew she couldn't ask him for help. Not on this. Not when another question was burning a whole in her mind, a question he could only answer. " I heard you leave last night. Where did you go?" Of course she knew where he went, he went off into the forest to transform into a beast and attack her in the dead of night. She just needed to know the truth. If she didn't, it would haunt her forever, she wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes again. He could tell her the truth though, he could tell her everything.

She needed to know everything. So that she could look him in the eyes again without seeing that terrifying gold with that cannibalistic hunger and her blood on his clawed hands.

Remus had made a cough as well and when Kagome eyes went up, she saw his go down, "my mother's been ill. I had gone off to see her." Kagome finally sat to a straight position in front of him, "really? Is that why you've been so on edge lately? "

He seemed uncomfortable, squirming just as she had soon before. "I can't exactly put the word as to being 'on edge' but yeah." He let out another cough, clearing the back of his throat and the bile creeping up. "So what is it that you need help with?"

Kagome eyes gave a softer glow, a pang of regret hitting her heart.

Here he was trying to help her and there she goes ready to interogate him on something he was clearly not happy with. Though she once again found herself unhappy as another thought plagued her.

He lied to her. Even after last night.

So did that mean he doesn't remember what happens after he transforms?

The nurse hummed slightly as she searched through the cabinet for an antidote for another child from a vast number of students. She was still getting everything organized, changing everything that the previous nurse had done which was absoloutly nothing but leave an incredible mess.

She could feel the boy on one of the beds moan in pain while trying to lay down.

"Hush now will you! I'm looking for medicine now, patience won't kill ya!" She tried to resume her happy find one again. She didn't hope to be a nurse at Hogwarts long. Children got hurt too often, too much, and were far to impatient to wait. There was only one of her! "Madame Pomfrey," And there goes one now, a little girl always needing stitches here or a bandaid wrapping there! Always giving her work!

Honestly! No one knew the stress of her work.

"Hello Miss Snape," she took a glance away from the cubborn to make a brief eye contact with the girl, "take a seat, I'll be with ya in just a moment." Kagome nodded, taking a seat next to the first bed where a small boy with blonde hair that was shivering ferociously. He was slightly bruised and had a black eye and busted lip; Kagome frowned, she knew what this was. "Hi, " she said loudly as she seeked to draw his attention to herself.

He looked up from the little ball he curved himself in, taking a glance at her and then looking all around in search of anyone else in the room. Just maybe, she was talking to Madame Pomfrey, yeah that could be it. He curled himself more tightly in his little ball as if he was a turtle hiding in a shell; Kagome found it quite adorable. "Hi," she said louder despite the high probability of that having no effect.

Though the boy did look up again, he did only to see Kagome's expectant glance. "H-H-H-Hi," he mumbled back. The raven head girl tried to conjure her kindest smile for the shivering boy though it was a little hard because though she suspect that he honestly couldn't help it, the shivering annoyed her to no end. She tried her best to ignore it. "My names Kagome."

"I-I'm Peter, P-Peter Pettigrew." Kagome continued to smile and shifted in her seat when the bandaged leg had irritability against the edge of the seat. This would probably be counting on her 10 most awkward moments some time in the future. "Please to make your acquaintance Peter." Okay Madame Pomfrey, anytime now.

Usually, Kagome wouldn't have spoken to some stranger, but she took pity on him. Besides, their was a sinking feeling of familiarity of situation that she hadn't liked one bit. It made her think of her own wounds and she didn't want anyone else to be marred the same way as she had.

"So what happened to you? " Peter seemed to flush at her curiosity or maybe at receiving attention, he sure did look like the shy type to her. "I uh... I um... I was trying an advanced spell and it uh... didn't work." Kagome resisted the urge to show just how much she believed him. Really. She believed him just as much as James loved Slytherins. She decided to play along just to see where this was to end up. "Really? What spell is it, maybe I could help you." Try scurrying your way out of that one!

"Here it is! I have just the thing you need Mr. Pettigrew."

Damn. So much for trying to gather information. There was obviously something going on, that much she can tell, she just couldn't understand why he wouldn't tell anybody. "May I help you with something Miss Snape?" Madame Pomfrey's sharp voice spoke through her mind. Kagome gave a few focusing blinks as she broke out of the trance that had made her "stare off into space," as a muggle would say. "Oh, yes, I would like to change my bandages."

There was much rivalry between houses, here at Hogwarts. By seeing the personality of that boy, Kagome was sure that was exactly what happened. After all, she saw it happen to Miroku. She would have to keep a watchful eye out.

The sun shone especially bright today, the waft of cleanly cut grass that pierced the crystal blue sky with a refreshing aroma that just to the loveliness of this day. Kagome sighed out into the open and lightly breathed in the air. It was always refreshing to be out after almost dying, an experience she may have had unfortunately been in the most unfavorable side more times than she's willing to admit.

"Kagome."

The young witch winced as the voice filled her head. She recognized it. This was the voice from last night, the one that was, but wasn't there, whispering softly in her ear just before she was attacked. Kagome shook her head and brought her hands up to lightly slap herself on the cheeks. She shouldn't follow voices. She's already the psychotic gal who had punched a mirror out of pure rage. She shouldn't have followed that voice that sang that creeepy tune anyways.

It feeds the madness. Though then again...

Maybe it was already too late.

Maybe she was already mad.

Or maybe she just had extreme anger issues and it messed with her head.

Yeah! That was it!

Kagome outwardly displayed her agreement by a firm nod of her frail head. She made up her mind. She wasn't crazy! No, this was nothing more than an extreme laps of extreme anger. So it was seddled now.

"Kagome."

Kagome walked absently around the campus, no direction in mind. Nope. No direction because there was no way, in any form, was a voice was in her head calling out her name.

"Kagome, your life is in danger. Stay on guard, protect yourself. If you don't you'll surely be caged."