"There are more things to alarm us than to harm us, and we suffer more often in apprehension than in reality."

~Lucius Seneca

Her delicate hands trembling slightly, she opened the letter. Two sheets of parchment was kept inside.

Clutching the first Parchment tightly, she read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF

WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Armando Dippet

Dear Ms. Darkwood,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary equipment.

Term begins on 1st September. We await your owl by no later than 31st July.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Deputy Headmaster

A shoe creaked behind her and a silhouette of a man shown on the door.

Without thinking, she hollered.

"Why have you brought me here? Why have you done this to me?"

"What? Have I done something?" he acted oblivious.

"Don't act like that! You perfectly know what you've done!"

"Not as dumb as you appear eh, Darkwood? Or should I say, Maia?"he sneered at her.

Seeing this as her chance and her small frame, she made a dash for the door, but the man stopped her by his hand and the door behind him shut, making the room completely dark.

"Lumos," the man whispered.

Light lit up on the tip of the man's wand, filling the room with faint light.

His scarred face came into view. He was huge, terribly huge, with scarred face and hands.

"What is it that you want?" Maia screamed again, her voice wavering.

"You," he answered simply.

He eyes popped out. "What?" she said incredulously.

"We, want you to join us. If you're smart enough, you will figure that out. Anyways, your Hogwarts letter is of waste now, isn't it?"

Maia was stunned; to say the least.

"Y-you want me to join you? B-but-"

"Buts? Have any question, dear?" he leered.

He was staring at her constantly, whereas she was having immense difficulty to hold his gaze.

"Why do you want me? A-and what do you mean by- my Hogwarts letter is a waste? WHAT IS IT YOU WANT! JUST LEAVE ME!"

"Woah woah! Hold your tongue!"

He was completely serious now. His eyes were flashing a bright blue in the dimness of the room.

"Your parents," he spat out the word," have wronged me. My clan. And, what is better than to take a scrumptious revenge on their only daughter?"

Their Clan?

Wait up.

She remembered her letter.

Werewolf Den.

Oh shit.

"You're-you- a werewolf! This is your clan! So-so-NO!"

"Yes. I knew you were clever," he smiled.

And before she could do anything, he raised his wand and yelled:

"Stupefy!"

All she saw red light and then she knew no more.

She woke up once again, this time in another cell. Only, she wasn't alone.

That clan leader of the Werewolves was sleeping in a corner.

Willing not to wake him up, she shifted in a sitting position and curled up in a ball.

They were planning to turn her into one of them.

But why?

What had she done? Or was it because of her parents?

Maybe. She remembered vividly how he had spat her parent's name as if it were filth.

She could try to run. But where to run? She had no idea how much time it would take her to reach home from here.

They would catch her, surely. They were full grown, werewolves and wizards, whereas she; an ordinary, untrained, 11 year old girl with no prospect whatsoever of going to Hogwarts.

But she just couldn't turn into a werewolf!

They were just creatures who were looked down upon; feared.

And she could not turn into one of them.

Her Parents hated 'these kinds of filth breeds'. And she was definitely going to turn into one of them.

Oh no.

A/N: Oh no! Maia, a werewolf? Will she able to escape?

The answer is in the upcoming chapters, so stay tuned!

Thanks for reading :)