MOONLIGHT SONATA
Disclaimer: Disclaimed! I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Slash, yaoi, boy boy romance - whatever you want to call it
Draco eased gently into his seat, trying very hard not to draw attention to himself. He hadn't written to his father; no, that would have been a mistake. What was he supposed to say? Oh, father, I know I've been ignoring you but now I need you to help me with something? No, that may get him hexed. So, instead, he'd went to Severus Snape, his Head of House. Apparently, there was nothing anyone could do as the Headmaster and many Professors had put "safety barriers" in place to make it possible for the werewolf to return. They even had pre-written letter ready and waiting for the parents, to explain. Some were even excited to have him there when they hadn't been before because of his disability; afterall, what sort of threat was a measly Death Eater compared to a fully grown werewolf? For those parents, Albus Dumbledore played on that. He actually made them safer, if you thought about it. Draco thought that was bollocks. For once, the older Gryffindors had covered all of their bases. Remus Lupin was there to stay.
The older werewolf waited for the rest of the class to file in, amber eyes occasionally flicking up to look at the blonde. Suddenly, Draco was disgusted with himself. He was a Malfoy for cripes sake. Grabbing his bag, he refused to be backed down and strutted to the front of the Slytherin side, ignoring Blaise's hissing voice asking him what, in Merlin's name, he thought he was doing. Draco sat down at the empty desk and forced himself to look relaxed. Lupin had watched the entire time and arched an eyebrow in an amused question at Draco's move. Draco just stared coldly back. Remus looked away first to start class and even though he'd had to, Draco felt a little triumphant in this and congratulated himself for facing his fear. He cast a look to Blaise, still in the back of the class, and the Italian smirked triumphantly back. He'd seen the interaction and that gave Draco more than a little pride.
"Mr. Zabini," Professor Lupin said in the silent class, "would you please come up front? I'd like your assistance in our first lesson."
Blaise said not a word, just went straight to his work. He held his head high but level as he always had and there was a relaxation about him that only Blaise ever had all of the time. Remus looked up at the class,
"Today, class, we will be learning about werewolves." Since everyone knew he was, they all turned to stare at the Slytherin instead; wondering if he was one. Blaise rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets, waiting. "Does anyone in Gryffindor know why I called Mr. Zabini up here, specifically?" Surprisingly, only Neville Longbottom raised his hand. Since he was the only one, Remus nodded to him.
"The Zabini family is mainly comprised of very few known professions. Those that do not run the vineyard and olive oil company in Italy are Hunters." Neville said, shrugging at Ron's stare, "you didn't know that?"
"Precisely, Neville." Remus nodded, "though the vineyard and olive oil company do not apply here all Zabinis are Hunters. Ten points to Gryffindor. Does anyone know what a Hunter is? With a capital H?" He nodded to Theo, "Mr. Nott."
"Hunters are paid to locate rogue Dark Creatures and destroy them." Theo said, "including vampires, unseelies, kelpies, manticores and werewolves; to name a few. If I may say so, the Zabinis are the most noted family with the highest kill rate."
"Ten points to Slytherin, Mr. Nott." Remus nodded, "Mr. Zabini, do you intend to run the family business or become a Hunter as your older brother is?"
"Both." Blaise smirked. Remus nodded,
"Ambitious! Tell me, Mr. Zabini, have you had your training?" Blaise shook his head, laughing. "What's funny, Mr. Zabini?"
"You are." Blaise replied calmly, "all Zabinis are trained to be Hunters from birth, Professor. It is…what we do." Remus smiled at this and leaned on his desk.
"Alright, Mr. Zabini, I would like you to point out what would let you know that I am a werewolf. Think of it as… taking my Professor position momentarily." Blaise shrugged and looked Remus over.
"First, I would have to be hired to find you to be looking for you. Then I would first notice your eyes. The amber coloring can be natural but is also a good sign. You're no rogue, Professor. Rogues often have spent too much time in lycan form. Because of this, their faces do not appear entirely… human. You can… see the wolf, so to speak, in their features. Because you do not have that, it's not there to point out. I would, in that case, watch for pack behaviours."
"Example."
"You tend to circle a few Gryffindors as if they are cubs." Blaise replied, "I would also watch for other tell tale signs. A curl of lip when agitated to show the canine, a habit for holding eye contact too long, any amounts of unusual strength or speed, and – of course – the disappearance on the true moon. There is also an uneasiness about a Zabini, a lowering of the head when speaking, and any scars predictive of a previous werewolf attack; to name a few."
"Very good." Remus nodded, gesturing for Blaise to return, "twenty points to Slytherin. First, Mr. Zabini used his own Hunter terminology, was anyone confused? Any questions?"
"What's a true moon?" Harry Potter called out.
"The true moon, Harry, is when the moon is actually full; not appearing to be full." He nodded at the Gryffindor, "anyone else?" No one moved and he nodded, "now, any number of those qualities can be found in a singular person who was not infected; they do not immediately mean that the person is a werewolf. However, the accumulation of most of those qualities is a strong indicator. Any werewolf also has a strong aversion to wolfsbane, or, monkshood. Now, what type of werewolf am I?" He nodded to Hermione whose hand shot up,
"You are a beta werewolf, that is to say; you are not Alpha, or leader, and most likely never will be. It's an indication toward a more docile personality, laid back. Alpha werewolves tend to be more aggressive and have their own packs."
"Correct but that is not the answer I am looking for. Anyone else?" No one moved. Finally, Blaise huffed as though seriously put upon and raised his hand. "Mr. Zabini."
"It is impossible to tell as you are so well covered, sir."
"Alright then, fair enough." Remus nodded, loosening his tie and pulling a few buttons loose on his shirt to show an old scar on his shoulder, a mangled and ugly thing. He then covered it right back, "anyone?" No one moved, "Mr. Zabini?"
"You are the infected, that is a bite; from a rather large werewolf might I add."
"He is." Remus nodded, "Alpha, actually. Now, does anyone else know what other type of werewolf there is?" He laughed as Hermione frantically searched her book, "it's not in there, Hermione."
"Well, why not?" She huffed, closing the book with a disgusted look.
"Because to today's society there is only 'werewolf'. The two differences do not matter. So, there are very few books on the subject." He pushed off the desk, "However, there are two types of werewolves. There is the infected and the pureblooded. Infected werewolves are lycans more commonly bitten or scratched by either type. This passes on the gene, or, disease; more often than not. Pureblooded werewolves are born that way. Often, unless their parents have told them so, the werewolf has no idea. As they've grown up with it, they do not notice their own signs. A pureblooded werewolf does not begin to transform even, until they are around sixteen or seventeen; when they're fully grown. This allows them to transform without immediate death. There are several major differences in pureblooded werewolves as well. They have an affinity for the arts, every time. This is because they sometimes have an almost predictive ability. What does that mean, Hermione?"
"They can tell the future?"
"Yes, they can tell the future. It is not quite the same as Divination. The pureblooded werewolf is simply more in tune with his abilities than an infected. As well, it is believed that pureblooded werewolves came from both vampiric and lycan ancestry. Supposedly, the werewolf passed the gene and the vampiric blood sustains it in its full form. That is a good and logical theory but has never been proved completely as so few pureblooded werewolves wish to come forward for testing. Now, the most predominant difference between an infected werewolf and a pureblooded werewolf is also the exact same difference that allows them to remain hidden. While in the werewolf form, a pureblooded werewolf retains all of his faculties. He knows who he is, where he is going, what he is doing. The pureblooded werewolf, should he choose to attack would be a most formidable opponent." He checked the time,
"I want you all to go to the library for tomorrow. See what you can find out about pureblooded werewolves and how they differ from the infected. We'll talk about your findings tomorrow in class. You're dismissed."
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