Chapter 3

Embry's P.O.V.

I was farther along than all of my packmates after four weeks, thanks to Madaline. She's so foucused on all of her classes; whenever she's done tutoring me, she runs off somewhere to do something else. We don't really have any conversation besides school work, but I have to ask her something.

"Who's Voldemort?" I asked.

She stopped writing for a moment, "Where did you hear that name?"

"I-I've overheard some people talking about him. Who is he?"

She looked up at me and, because of wolf eyes, I could see the film of tears over her pale blue eyes.

She looked back down and whispered, "He's a monster..."

Later that night, I talked to Arianna after everybody had gone to bed.

"So," she smiled, "are you and Madaline getting closer?"

"Um... not really," I responded, "she makes sure that our conversations are all school related, really."

She laughed a little, "That sounds like Madaline, she's very thorough in tasks she's given."

I smiled, "I know..." Arianna laughed a little as she shook her head, "What?"

"You adore her so much, and you don't even know her."

"I don't need to... she's my imprint."

"Does she know that?"

"No... and I want to get closer to her before I tell her."

"Good idea..."

The next morning, Saturday, Madaline ended up sitting next to me at breakfast. Okay, okay... I sat next to her, on purpose. She kept scribbling things in her notebook, the whole time. Paul kept nuzzling and kissing Heaven's neck; I couldn't help but think that, maybe, that will be Madaline and I, someday. After breakfast, Madaline dashed out of the Great Hall so fast that she left something on the table. I saw that it was a piece of parchment with scar disquising spells and potions on it. She had a few astrisked and a key that showed that, ones with an astrisk, were spells and potions to try. Why does she need these? She doesn't have any scars... does she? I shook my head and headed to the Slytherin common room. When I got there, Madaline was frantically looking through her bag and notebook. I walked over to her and slid the folded parchment towards her.

"You left this at breakfast," I explained, nervous.

"Thank, Merlin," she sighed, "Thank you, Embry..."

"You're welcome," I blushed.

She ignored me and pulled out a giant potions book. She looked at the paper and then started flipping through the books pages. I sighed and took a seat, across the common room. I took out my wand and started drawing around an invisable square. Silver vines and flowers covered my invisable square, and I smiled as I looked through... Madaline. As people walked by me, my silver frame shattered and blew away, like sparkling dust particales. I sighed and put my wand back in my robes. I over heard some girls talking and blushed when I realized what they were talking about... me. One of the girls was Pansy and the other was Millicent Bullstrode.

"Screw Paul," snipped Pansy, "I want him..."

"Mmm..." sighed Millicent, "he does look yummy. You know what they say... the quiet ones are the best in bed."

"Mmm... that wolf can take me for a romp in the woods anytime."

"Pansy!"

"What?"

"Imagine how poor Embry would react if he hear you talking like that!"

She gave a dark chuckle, "He'd tie me to the bed and use that tongue to-"

"PANSY!"

"I'm kidding! He'd probably blush... then come with me when he saw a little bit of skin."

Millicent snickered, "Looks like you should save your breath... and your skin."

"What in the name of Merlin are you talking about?"

"Looks like he's got eyes for someone else..."

"What? Oh, please! She has nothing compared to me!"

"Well... she's really talented, Pansy."

"Boys don't look at talent... once he sees some clevage, he'll practically be begging."

Millicent snorted, "Yeah, okay, whatever you say, Pansy... maybe you should start by asking him to the Halloween Rave."

"You know what... I will!"

I panicked... all she wants is sex; I'm still a virgin! Shit! I stood up and walked over to Madaline as casually as possible. Pansy was a few steps behind so I quickly sat at the table with Madaline. Madaline looked up with wide eyes and Pansy growled in frusration before turning around and going back over to Millicent. Madaline had that deer-in-the-headlights look as she looked at me... I absolutely adore her eyes.

"Hey," I smiled at her.

"Do you need help with something, Embry?" she asked.

"No..."

She looked alarmed, "Oh... why are you sitting with me, then?"

"J-just wanted to chat..."

"Oh, well... I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"Right, I'm sorry..."

I started walking away...

"But I'm free after lunch," she called. I turned to look at her, "if you'd like to go for a walk?"

"Sure..."

"Meet me at the Three Broomsticks, right after lunch?"

I smiled, 'Of course..."

She went back to her books and I smiled, to myself, until I saw Pansy coming after me, again. I made a dash for the Boys' Dormitory and shut the door behind me. I could hear Pansy growl and stomp back down the stairs. I flung myself on my bed and I couldn't help but smile. Paul came in, drying his hair and hung up his towel as he looked at me.

"Why you lookin' like the cat that got the cream?" he asked.

"Madaline..." I sighed and smiled.

""What happened now? Did her hand brush against yours, again?"

"Har, har... no, we're going for a walk after lunch."

"Alone?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Embry," he sat on my bed and put his hand on my shoulder as I sat up.

"What?"

"It's time I had 'the talk' with you."

I wacked him with my pillow, "Fuck off, Paul!"

He laughed, "I'm just kiddin', man. That's great news!"

"Yeah... it is," I smiled as I gazed down at my bedspread.

Paul snickered and left me alone in the Boys' Dormitory. I was about to become lost in my thoughs until I remembered the brown sack that the witch had given me. I didn't even remember the sack until then, for some reason. I reached under my bed for my trunk and pulled it on top of my beadspread. I opened my trunk and pulled out the bag that the witch had given me. Invisability dust... Bonded? I read the paper attached to the dust vile. Sprinkle the dust over the one you are enchanting and gaze into their eyes saying: 'This is what you'll see through my eyes, from my heart.'. After that, fill you mind with images, memories, fantasies, etc., so that they can see things that you want them to. Warning: No lies can be used to corrupt, for malicious purposes. This dust is used to show what can't be explained through words. This dust only lasts for half an hour. I shrugged my shoulders and put all of the object away.

After lunch, I went to the Tree Broomticks and sat at the bar. I drank a glass of Butter Beer as I waited for Madaline to show up. Madaline walked in, not two seconds after that thought. I left money on the counter and went over to her. She tilted her head towards the door and I followed her out the door. I admired her as we walked, black convese, skinny jeans, and a black turtleneck. She was the image of sheer beauty... I feel so ordinary and plain, next to her, clad in olny my grey shoes, jeanse with a few rips, and a brown shirt. She lead us to the Black Lake and laid down a blanket for us to sit on. I sat down on the blanket, next to Madaline, and everything was silent.

"So..." she broke the silent bubble first, "What's it like in America?"

"Um... different," I smiled, "it's really different."

"What was the hardest part, well... biggest change, for you?"

"The fact that I don't get to go home, at three in the afternoon, and see my mom, or run with my pack in the woods." I smirked and snorted a little.

"What's so funny about that?"

"No, Paul had such a hard time trying not to beat up this third year, when we first arrived."

Her eyes widened, "Why?"

"Everyone's accent... he thought the kid was getting smart, thinking that the kid thought he was better than everybody else."

"What was his name?"

"Uh... Nigel, he's in Gryffindor."

"I know him... sweet kid, but has too much energy, for my liking."

I smiled, I don't think she's as hostile as everybody thinks or says she is, "Why are you so quiet and distant?"

She sighed, "My life is too complicated... it's best to not let anyone in, really. I feel like such a failure, sometimes..."

"Why? You're brilliant, and so acomplished!"

She looked at me, her face blank, "You really think that?"

"Well... yeah..."

"Hmm..." she looked out across Black Lake, "no one's ever told me that, to my face."

"Well... it's true..."

"Thanks," she smiled a small smile in my direction.

I nodded once, "You're welcome... where did you learn to play piano, like that?"

Her smile faded, "My mother taught me how, when I was eight."

"And your voice..."

"My mother..."

"You must look like her, too... I don't see much of Snape in your features."

"I do... but I got his determination, his mind set."

"Ah... I look like my mom, too."

"What about your father?"

"I don't know who he is..."

"I'm sorry..."

"I know one thing for sure, though."

"What?"

"I got the wolf gene from him."

"Ah..."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure..."

"Why did you look like you wanted to cry, when I asked who Voldemort was?"

She hugged her knees to her chest and rest her chin on them, a film of tears over her pale blue orbs, "He murdered my mother... right in front of me and my father's faces."

"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked."

A tear fell and she whispered, "There was nothing we could do... I was only twelve... I was only twelve..."

Author's Note: Whooo hooo! Two chapters in one day! Yeah! We see Barty Crouch Junior make his apearance into the story next chapter, so all you David Tennant lovers better hold on tight for some major Crouch lovin'! Review, I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas! :3