A Werewolf Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters
This story contains several of my own characters, if you wish for more detailed profiles please don't hesitate to ask.
The party seemed to go on forever until Prof. McGonagall came in and demanded that everyone went to bed at once. Kassi, along with a few other people let out a moan of complaint, but went to bed all the same.
Sleep came quickly to Micky that night, although the dream she had quickly turned into a nightmare. She was sitting in a large sitting room, well it seemed large but then she realised she had de-aged to the age of three, so everything was going to seem rather big. She was sitting on the floor near a sofa. She looked up and saw a woman sitting there, a rather tall woman with long dark hair that was almost black and deep brown eyes. It was her mother; this wasn't a normal dream, her mother never featured.
Her mother smiled and picked a young Micky up off the floor, and started to tickle her, making her laugh. But then there was a knock on the door. Micky's mother looked at the door, the knocking was heard again.
"Go my pet, go and hide yourself."
Micky look curiously at her for a moment and then complied. She hid herself in the first room she found, which was the cloak cupboard. There was a hole in the wall needing to be filled; it was low enough down for a young girl to peer through easily.
The door had now been opened and through the hole, Micky saw three gentlemen. At the time they had been unfamiliar to Micky but she had now grown and the faces she saw were very familiar indeed.
Two of them were quite chubby with screwed-up faces. She knew these now to be the older Crabbe and Goyle. The last one was tall, and very thin. He had silvery blond hair that reached to his shoulders and held a snake headed cane in his right hand. Micky was staring at Lucius Malfoy, a man she had met properly in Diagon alley with his son Draco three years ago. She knew now who had killed her mother.
The three men were talking to her about things; Micky couldn't quite make out what was being said. She stood her ground and clearly said "no" to them. Then Micky heard her scream in agony as Malfoy pointed his wand at her and the other two swiftly followed. Three Cruciatus curses on her at once, she'll be driven to madness. They then got bored of the torturing and Malfoy then got down to his knees next to her.
Only screams and mutterings were heard now, along with the odd laughter from Crabbe and Goyle, Micky didn't need to see anything to know she was getting raped.
A short while later Malfoy stood up, sorted himself and pulled is wand back out.
"You appear to be of no use to us."
And then it came, the green light of Avada Kedavra. Her mother then fell to the floor and was dead.
Micky let out a small scream, she couldn't help it, and she was frightened for her life. But they'd heard her. They came to look for her and quickly they opened the cloak cupboard door.
Micky shot awake with a fright, someone had screamed all right, but she didn't think it was her. She then looked around her dorm to see that Kassi and the other 5th year girls were awake too. Still panting from the shock, Micky got her dressing gown on and walked down the stairs to the common room, joined quickly by Kassi.
There she saw Ron Weasley sitting there pale as a sheet while Percy, the Head Boy, was ranting on about waking everybody up. And he wasn't the only one; very soon Prof. McGonagall was back in the common room to restore order.
"Now, really, enough's enough!" She slammed the portrait shut behind her and walked in, all around her the eager chatter of before had silenced fast.
"I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better from you!"
Percy looked in a state of shock that she would accuse him of starting any this.
"I certainly didn't authorise this, Professor," He said bluntly, "I was telling them all to get back to bed. My brother Ron had had a nightmare and…"
"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron then yelled. "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!"
Professor McGonagall stared at him.
"Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have got through the portrait hole?"
"Ask him!" said Ron, pointing a shaking finger at Sir Cadogan, who had left the portrait at the entrance to see what the commotion was about.
"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor tower?" She asked.
"Certainly, good lady" He replied with a courteous nod.
"You- you did?" said Prof. McGonagall, "But- but the password?"
"He had them. Had the whole weeks actually. Read them off a piece of paper,"
Prof. McGonagall turned around to again face the crowd of Gryffindors. She was as white as chalk.
"Which person?" She said with a shaking voice. "Which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and then left them lying around?"
There was utter silence from all, broken only by the smallest of whimpers by a young 3rd year called Neville Longbottom.
Everyone in the common room were staring around in shock, they had been so close to dying by the hands of a bloodthirsty murderer.
"Right well," Prof. McGonagall said after a pause. " We will search the school and try and find him. He hasn't had time to go far."
"Why don't you just ask her!" perked up an Irish voice from the corner of the room. "She's been helping him out all this time!"
Everyone, including Micky and Kassi looked to see Seamus Finnigan, a young 3rd year pointing a finger directly at Micky.
"Don't be ridiculous Mr Finnigan, Michaela would never help anyone who wished to murder." McGonagall had always shown a liking to Micky but always called her by her proper name.
"Look Professor, they're related somehow I know it and she is helping him!"
"There is no need to shout and until you find solid proof to say otherwise, I will stick to innocent until proven guilty. Seamus."
Finnigan looked defeated. He knew he could never find any proof, short of a confession from Micky herself.
No one in Gryffindor went back to bed, they waited up to hear if Sirius Black had been caught. Most of the younger years seemed to side with Seamus' views, as they were all huddled at the far end of the common room away from Micky. Even some of the older years, couldn't seem to look at her properly.
Upon seeing everybody's behaviour, Micky proceeded back to the dormitory to be alone, she still had a cold sweat about the dream she had had earlier.
When she got there she flopped onto her bed and breathed deeply, that had been the first time she'd ever dreamt about her mother's death. She never wanted to relive what had happened all those years ago, part of her was glad that Ron had woken everyone up when he did, though she wasn't happy that he was attacked, but the next section of that night was more horrible for her than experiencing her mother's death. For after he had found her hiding, Malfoy had put the Cruciatus curse on her and also abused her in the same way he had done to her mother. Three years old she had been, and had already been raped. Thankfully for her, her father had come home at that point and fought them off.
Micky sat upright again, thinking about that had brought a pain upon her. She put her head in her hands and started to cry. This was something she very rarely did. But right now she needed to. She had relived the worst day of her life and was now being accused of attempted murder.
She stopped abruptly when she heard someone coming in, but then sighed in relief to see it was Kassi.
"Here you are," she said. "I was looking for you downstairs." She had taken a moment to look at Micky and then added. "Have you been crying?"
Micky wiped her eyes and tried to put on a brave face.
"No, not really, just bad dream that's all."
Kassi gave her friend a look of concern, she was sure she knew what 'bad dream' meant and it wasn't a giant spider trying to make her tap dance either.
"It wasn't just a dream was it? It was about your mother."
Knowing the last part of that was a statement not a question, Micky merely nodded.
"Look I've heard what people have been saying about you and you and I both know they're wrong, you're not a murderer. Fred and George are on our side, there's four."
"That's brilliant four people against the rest of the school, I'm really going to win this war."
Micky knew that Kassi meant well and she didn't even mean to be sarcastic, but Micky knew she was fighting a losing battle.
"Look" was Kassi's reply. "Things will be better in the morning. He may have escaped this time but they'll get him and your name will be cleared to everyone."
She then patted Micky on the shoulder and left the room to let her think. Micky hoped to God that Kassi was right, cause she didn't need all this hassle right now.
Finally I've got the next chapter up, sorry about that. My plot bunny's been to Florida and all I got was a lousy t-shirt. (Sorry bad joke) It's finally come back with some ideas, review and give me some feedback please. :)