A Werewolf Romance
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This story contains several of my own characters, if you wish for more detailed profiles please don't hesitate to ask.
Charms turned out to be easier than she thought. The theory paper on the morning was a breeze and the afternoon practical went just as well. Now that the exam period was over for her she could get on with what ever she wanted. And right now, Micky wanted to see that Hippogriff. She wanted to see this 'dangerous creature' for herself.
Sure she was being highly curious, but all she would be doing was looking. It was now about 7:30 so she had some time left before curfew; the last thing she wanted was to seen by Snape sneaking off after hours. She made her way along the walkway to Hagrid's hut; the sun was just beginning to set behind a cloud, the sky now becoming dull. But she stopped suddenly when she heard shouting coming from the far end. Trying to stay as silent as possible Micky made her way to look.
What she saw would have made her laugh if it wasn't for the fact she had to leap outside the walkway and down the side. Granger had just punched Malfoy right in the face. In Micky's head she applauded her, she'd never had a chance to get at Malfoy when she was trying to get Flint earlier in the year, so this acted as a good substitute.
She watched as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle ran down the walkway, cursing all the way along. She looked back just in time to see Hermione, Ron and Harry going down to the hut and she made her way behind them. Once on top of the hill, she saw the creature. It looked so sorry for itself being tied up and set to die. Micky wished there was a way to free it from its fate. But she knew any attempt at freedom for it would be blamed on Hagrid, and even though she had rarely had any dealings with him, she would never want him to get into trouble.
Just then she heard talking behind her, steadily becoming louder. She knew one of the three voices to be Dumbledore's and she didn't fancy answering questions so with a quick glance around; she transformed into a dog and hid in some nearby trees. She tried hard not to whine in pain, she knew that early transformations were painful. Laying down to make herself as small as possible, she saw it was Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic: Cornelius Fudge, and a man, Micky presumed, to be the executioner. He didn't look familiar to her but he was wearing a black mask over his head and wielding a large axe.
They made their way down the bank talking all the while, Dumbledore seeming to be acting as though they were just here on a social visit, as he talked about the school progression and the plants in the grounds. As they entered Hagrid's hut, Harry, Ron and Hermione left through the back door and ran back up the hill to right in front of where Micky was hiding.
That was when she heard the axe fall sharply and thud down. Micky recoiled her head in shock and disgust, a magnificent creature slaughtered mercilessly on little proof and a large bribe no doubt.
She didn't have time to morn though, as next thing she saw was a huge black dog the size of bear, thin as a rake and vicious. It leapt out at the three kids and grabbed hold of Ron; it then proceeded to drag its victim to the Womping Willow, a large and very volatile tree in the grounds, and brought him under the roots and gone. All besides his left leg, that seemed to be clutching hold of the roots for hope of breaking free.
Harry and Hermione were yelling away, when an almighty snap was heard and Ron's leg too, disappeared under the tree. Micky cringed at the thought of his leg just snapping the way it did. The dog was desperate it seemed.
Having just been lost in that thought for a few moments, she looked up to just see the end of the other two going down by themselves to find him. Micky rolled her eyes and shook her head to herself. They had a knack for getting themselves into trouble whenever it came along.
But she didn't have the time to get a teacher herself, so she exited the safety of the trees and crawled cautiously to the Womping Willow. The branches thrashed out wildly, one hitting her on the right shoulder. She whined out but kept going, rolling around to prevent another hit. The entrance seemed miles away like this, but she finally made it and crawled inside.
What came next was a deathly silence as Micky walked down that long tunnel. It smelt as if she was miles underground, but from the angle she was walking she was readily approaching the surface again. The exit at the end of the tunnel brought her into a house, it was dusty and derelict and it seemed to be rocking gently from side to side. She realised she was in the Shrieking Shack, a house on the far end of Hogsmede that was said to be haunted by ghosts that moaned and shrieked loudly to prevent intruders.
She then heard a yell come from up the stairs in front of her, it sounded like Hermione so Micky crept up slowly to take a look. Each stair creaked loudly so she tried to take her time and not attract attention. On the landing the yelling grew louder, this time it was Harry, the sound of a punch followed. Micky couldn't see a thing but she moved along the floor, keeping as low as possible in her dog form. The room that the noise was coming from was a bedroom at the far end of the landing. The door was still open, so Micky could take a look inside.
Inside was none other than Sirius Black. There was no mistaking him from the pictures in the Daily Prophet. He was smiling manically as he stood tall and determined it seemed. She could see the edge of Harry standing in the middle of the floor but she couldn't see Ron or Hermione. Micky tried to back off a bit to hide herself but a floorboard behind her snapped as she put her paw on it. This attracted Sirius' attention, he came out the room and stared down at Micky.
She tried to make herself smaller but it was no use, Sirius dragged her into the room by the collar she was wearing and chucked her down onto the floor.
This is the beginning of the end. Hope you've enjoyed it so far. Review please. :)