Wolfsbane

Companion to Harry Potter and the Unprecedented Situations

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I own the Harry Potter characters or franchise.

Warning: Story contains Lemons, carnage, and mature language.

Beta: I have to thank Stephanie O for correcting my numerous spelling and grammar mistakes. As Alex would say, "Careful, I hear she has quite a bite". ;)

Chapter Three

Lessons

Lily's POV:

"Lily!"Alex's voice growled as something shoved me hard. Not quite sure why my best friend was rudely waking me up, I opened my eyes slowly and fixed my gaze on her with a deathly glare.

"Something important must be going on or I'm going back to bed. Schedules are not passed out until later this afternoon, why in bloody hell are you waking me?" I growled, and she flinched, her body taking a few steps back as she watches me, weary. Daddy hated it, but I took up cursing from my Uncle Ron.

"I figured you would have wanted breakfast, dear sweet Lily" Alex sarcastically murmurs as she tosses a clean set of robes, freshly pressed slacks and Gryffindor attire onto my bed. Sighing, I peel off my dressing gown and start pulling on clothing as I yawn. Alex pauses, her face a tad bit gray as she hurriedly looks away from me.

"What now?" I huff, annoyed, standing on the bed so I can tug on my slacks. Absentmindedly, I appreciated the change in rules that allowed girls to have a choice in either skirts or slacks, much because of the influence my aunt Hermione had in the wizarding community. She wanted witches to be given the same courtesies wizards were given, small or large.

"Your canines are elongating… I just didn't realize you had those dreams still..." Alex shrugged, her mouth pulling into a recovered smile as she turned towards her bed. She seemed to hunt around, until a young black rat was uncovered. White flecks marred its rump and muzzle, but with a comfortable squeak the rat climbed upon Alex's shoulder. Specks, her rat, was a gift I had bought for Alex before her eleventh birthday.

"It was nothing this time… the hunt was far too fast and unsatisfying to be gruesome. I only wish it wasn't a dream… I would kill to be able to run so freely for so long without the fear of changing back…"I sighed, and Alex shuddered, her brown eyes closing troubled.

"I understand that you hunt to release energy and frustration while you're a wolf… but I don't understand why you prefer being a wolf. You crave the change so bad, you dream of it and complain when your dreams are not enough." Alex accused as her eyes opened in a glare as she watched me hop off the bed easily.

Shrugging, I knew almost nobody would understand my connection I had to my wolven side. Daddy almost did, but he preferred being human compared to the strengths and thrills of being dangerous. I loved running around without a care, being able to hunt down prey twice my size with ease. I was sweet Lily as a human, but as a werewolf I was lethal. Daddy said that I had to be careful with the pleasure I had in killing weaker beings in such a form, or I could become as dark as Greyback.

Alex led us out of our dorm, and I licked my canines with longing. I had a few days before my next change, and then I could roam the forest I loved with my Daddy once more. Enlightened with the thought, I skipped past Alex in the small hallway, before balancing myself on the banister and sliding down the stairs without issue. Closing my eyes as I flew down the flight of stairs, I imagined myself running in the wind, my teeth throbbing with appreciation as I remembered my first kills. Something collided with me, holding me firmly, and surprised, my eyes flew open.

Smokey blue hues peered down at my own humorously as Scorpius caught me. His blonde brow curved upward as he smiled teasingly. Blushing embarrassed and slightly mad, I glared at him annoyed. My canines poked out slightly from my lips, and his smile widened with understanding and surprise.

"Somebody had a good night, little girl?" He laughed, letting me down. Playfully shoving him, I giggled; glad he understood the appeal of my dreams.

Alex joined us then, her eyes amused as she hummed a teasing melody. Specks was balanced on her shoulder still, chattering slightly as she observed the room. Grabbing both their arms, I escorted them through the common room and past the portrait as the fat lady allowed us.

Once we made our way to the Great Hall, we were intercepted by Daddy. He rested against the heavy wooden doors with a half-smile as he waited for me to approach. His eyes rested on Scorpius, amused, his green eyes seemed approving. Blushing, I released Alex and Scorpius, both of them glanced at me imploringly before they excused themselves to eat. I knew I would be questioned later.

"Lily…you have every right to be upset with me, but I hope you don't find my teaching here as a burden. Will you follow me so we can talk in private or are you too upset that I hid this from you?" Daddy seemed slightly worried about me turning him down; his green eyes were darkening sadly as he watched for my reaction.

Considering that he raised me to be open minded until I had all the facts presented, I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest as I allowed him to lead me to where he wished. He looked relieved, his green eyes lightening as he approached me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Guiding me, he pulled me into the nearest empty class room.

Releasing me, he crossed the room and watched me. His green eyes begged for me to understand as he started his tale. "I had to pretend that I was letting you go completely at King's Cross, because I didn't want reports of me surfacing about my change of job before I actually secured the position. I retired after finding and imprisoning the dangerous death eaters, as you know, but I got tired of being home all the time. After… your mum died, I wanted change but didn't know how to go about getting it. McGonagall only just sent the letter to me that they accepted my offer to teach defense as soon as your train vanished from sight. I didn't entirely know beforehand if I really would be allowed to teach while you attended school with Albus. I'm sorry, princess…" Daddy sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly, his glasses wiggling precariously with the movement.

I nodded, smiling slowly with forgiveness. Daddy grinned happily, but the never ending shadow of loss still remained in his eyes. Rushing at him, I hugged him lovingly. "I forgive you Professor Potter" I giggled, teasing.

Daddy shook his head amused, before pulling away. His face was more relaxed as he led me out of the class. "I'm glad to hear that Lily." Daddy smiled lightly, "How does breakfast sound?"

Following him, I nodded happily as he pulled me back to the heavy doors that led to the Great Hall. "Lovely, Daddy!"

Twenty minutes later

"I'm glad your dad Dad apologized" Alex approved, pulling her chestnut hair back into a ponytail before pocketing Specks. We were looking for Neville, so we could retrieve our schedules.

"Somebody looks like she had a busy night" Albus whispered, his arm wrapping around my shoulders as he steered Alex and me in the right direction. "Neville is over here… and what did dad say to you about your pointed problem?" He continued, his gaze drifting towards my canines before returning to the hall.

"Daddy said nothing." I smiled lightly, knowing that the fact that my use of such a childish name for my father always bothered Albus. I liked it though, through and through I was an unashamed Daddy's Girl. Albus just hated that I never got into trouble, because I was the only female left in the line of Potters.

"Of course he would be fine with it…" My older brother sighed, releasing us once he caught a glimpse of Neville ahead of us, surrounded by the Gryffindor first years. "Go on then, I have better things to do than baby-sit." Albus smirked, turning and walking away swiftly before I could defend myself.

"Your brother is something…" Alex murmured, her eyes rolling playfully as she tugged me along the corridor towards Neville.

"A pain in my arse…" I sighed, approaching Albus' godfather with a bright smile as I prepared to push past the smaller kids my age. Alex seemed to have a better, more embarrassing idea though.

"Famous children coming through! Harry Potter's daughter must get her classes! Careful, I hear she has quite a bite ... I said move!" Alex successfully started to clear a path through the terrified students, her lips turned up in a smirk. "OI! We haven't got all day! Don't make me write my father, you know how fast he is on a broom!"

Trying my best to not laugh, we made our way towards the front as Alex continued to spew garbage. Neville looked amused, but he kept his lips thin. Apparently our head of house was having a tough time trying to decide if he should laugh or serve us detentions. I hoped he was in a forgiving mood. Once we stood in front of him, he shook his head bemused. Wordlessly, he handed us our schedules before shooing us away.

Giving him a tight but brief hug each, Alex and I sped away before he could change his mind. Laughing, we paused at the end of the corridor, before glancing at our schedules. Our eyes widened as we squealed happily. We both had Potions with Victoire first period, Transfiguration with Rose second period, and Herbology with Neville sixth. I had Defense against the Dark Arts with Daddy third period, Charms with a Professor named McHagger fourth, History of Magic with a Professor named Credence fifth, and Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid seventh. Holding Alex's arm, we hurried excitedly for Potions as the clock struck.

Before dinner in the common room

I reflected upon my busy first day with pure joy, and slight embarrassment as I attempted Daddy's homework. He had one assignment for the week, which he said was essential for any respectable witch or wizard to know at any age. He wanted us to cast, and succeeded in, stunning. He figured once we got that out of the way, we would be more than ready for any other lesson he decided on. He seemed amused whenever I slipped and called him Daddy throughout the period, while I earned laughter from the class and a reprehending look from Hugo.

The rest of my day was not as eventful, but not in the least bit boring. In potions, Victorie seemed to find it amusing that I refused to acknowledge her as my professor. Instead, I relapsed often throughout the period and either called her by her first name, or cousin, whichever popped into my head at the moment. She forgave me, merely deducting five points from Gryffindor at the end of the period. She understood habits died hard, unlike my other family members who happened to teach at Hogwarts.

Rose was less than kind when it came to my slip ups. I almost received detention more than once throughout the entire period, and she seemed to think I was purposely trying to annoy her. I was one of the few who successfully transfigured a matchstick into a needle, however, so she forgave me by rewarding ten points to Gryffindor.

Neville was less than forgiving during class whenever I slipped up. He decided one weekend in detention with Albus and Scorpius would be adequate enough to teach me that he was a Professor in school, and a family friend outside of school. He was kind, though, throughout the period, complimenting me on my knowledge of useful plants that cured headaches and fevers. He understood that it was hard to call someone by their last name when you've known him your entire life, so he refused to deduct house points.

My new teachers McHagger and Credence were both very handsome, but very annoying. McHagger was Irish, his accent heavy and very broadly built. My issue with him was that he refused to treat me like any other student. He would constantly ask me questions about my werewolf gene, and if the Homorphus Charm worked on me. I politely told him it didn't, and answered any questions he randomly came up with. I hoped within the next few days he would simmer down. I was the first to do simple magic, like floating a feather using Wingardium Leviosa, which seemed to fuel his favoritism towards me.

Credence seemed to think that my father told me everything about his experiences in the second wizarding war, which simply wasn't true. He told no one about what he experienced, and nether did anyone else in my family. Daddy said we would all find out his past once we started families of our own. Credence seemed to take this sourly, his deep gray eyes darkening whenever he glanced at me, and he seemed to favor deducting points from me for the smallest of reasons after I denied him any useful information about my Daddy.

Hagrid's class was a comfort, as he introduced us to small guinea pig like creatures called Garthers. He had fun explaining that they harvested grains and nuts for survival, and that their temper depended on the treatment of their handler. I asked him if they could be pets, but with a thoughtful face he explained that they would get so stressed if caged, that they would start to eat themselves until freed. I favored them immensely, despite their size. I understood their need for freedom.

Practicing stunning briefly, I used Dighew as my dummy. He tolerated it, preening himself as I attempted to cause him to freeze, his beautiful white feathers shining in the firelight as I flicked my wand and uttered "Stupefy" with no results. Warm hands brushed my arm, and I jumped surprised, growling lightly as I turned to face the intruder.

Scorpius was grinning, his hands lifted to the sky in submission. "I was only trying to show you that you're waving your wand wrong. Calm down, Lils" He smiled wider, lowering his hands once he was sure I wasn't going to attack. "Care for some help from a professional?"

Observing him, I rolled my eyes and relented with a slight blush. He was as cocky with a wand as I was with a broom, and rightfully so. He never lost a duel, the only time he came close was whenever he dueled Albus, and they always tied. Scorpius spent the next few hours teaching me how to properly cast the spell, careful to not harm Dighew as he stunned and countered the curse while guiding my hand and wand for the proper movements. Leaning into his chest, I couldn't think of a better way to spend my afternoon, as I came close to perfecting my first defensive spell.

Alex walked in, returning from research in the library. Casting us a knowing smile, she retreated upstairs; leaving me alone with the one boy I wanted but couldn't have.