Note: This chapter is in Lucy's POV

Lycanthropy... That's the term for werewolves, right? Like... A real werewolf. Like... I could go out and do what I want. Destroy things. Threaten people. Wow... It's like a weapon. Is it?

"Lucy," The older one speaks up again. "How much do you know about werewolves?"

I shrug. "Not much."

Healer Richards nods to the door and the younger woman scurries out, and then returns with a large book; 'The Big Book of Werewolves.'

Such an original name.

"Do you want to read it?" Healer Richards asks me.

No.

"Yeah, sure." I'm handed the book which is a lot heavier than it looks (And it looks pretty heavy). I lift the ornate cover and start pretending to read. I glance up every now and then to see if the Healer is gone yet. She's really creepy. It's like she's bringing people the illnesses.

Eventually, she turns around and walks off. She walks like a really snotty, stuck up schoolgirl. I remember that I should be at school right now, but instead, I'm lying here with pain flooding under my skin, crawling slowly over my shoulder.

It's really not that bad. It's a funny sensation, but 'pain' perhaps isn't the best word. It's an odd thing to think about. Yeah, it hurts, but I would never think of crying. There's no... Distress.

I lower my head upon the decision to actually read some of this book. It's got some long words in it, but I can decipher the majority of it.

After about 20 minutes of reading, I hear footsteps. I feel something warm touch my arm, and I turn my head. My Mum.

"Lucy," she whispered, as though noise would affect my shoulder. "How are you?"

"Fine," She looks at me in a disappointed sort of way, and I realise that I've taken up my habit of short replies again. Am I really expected to talk in huge, flamboyant sentences?

I realise that the dark-haired woman is still here, and she's just leaving my side now.

"Lucy!" I hear a familiar voice scream. I jerk my head to where the noise came from and end up with arms flung around my neck and warmth on my back, accompanied with the feel of school uniform.

"Molly."

"Oh, Luce! Uh, Lucy... Oh my god, are you okay? I shouldn't have let you go off, I'm so thick. Do they know what happened to your shoulder yet?"

Mum pulls her back and tries to smile sweetly, but looks as though she's on the verge of tears. She grabs Molly's hand and sits her on a chair. "We'll talk later." She says softly. Molly knows something's wrong.

"No, talk now!" She yells, going pink in the face. Molly is usually so calm, and would rather talk rationally than have a massive argument.

"No, Molly! Calm down, you'll worry your sister! We'll talk when your father is here-"

"Oh, I expect he's at work?" Molly snaps.

"Your father's job can be demanding-"

"His daughter is in hospital and he's not even going to drop in to check she's okay? Mum, he's never around! Why can't he realise that there's more important things than his job? We don't need loads of money!"

"That's not how your father sees life, and you'll have to live with that,"

"But why should I have to life with the fact that my Dad would rather be with stacks of paperwork than his daughters and wife? We've done nothing wrong to deserve this! Doesn't it infuriate you?"

Mum shakes her head slowly, but something tells me her whole heart isn't in it. "Lucy, have you been told what's wrong yet?"

I nod, showing little expression, but feeling a smirk creep across my face. "Yeah. I'm a werewolf." I say casually.

"Lucy!" Mum gasps, like it was a big secret no-one was supposed to know.

"You're what?" Molly shrieks, as she starts to breathe heavier.

"Hey, it's fine. It can't be that bad..." I realise she probably needs comforting more than I do, although upon reading some of this book, I've found that Werewolves can't control themselves and forget who they are, so I probably won't get any sort of thrill from destruction.

Thrill... Is that the best word for it? Don't see why not. I start to picture myself sneaking around the Forbidden Forest, hunting down anything that moves.

Maybe that's why I was drawn to the forest. It's obviously fate. I'm supposed to be a Werewolf. It'll be brilliant.

Brilliant... Again, my vocabulary seems kind of mixed. I feel like I'm in two minds. Like Molly latched some of her discerning judgement into me to try and keep me sane. She thinks I'm strange. I can tell. She can tell that I've changed somehow, and an awful lot at that. But since I'm only thinking most of it, how can she tell what I'm thinking? The little voice in my head has turned into her voice, and it's acting as a conscience. Right now, it's telling me not to be excited about Lycanthropy, but how can I not? It's immense. It's not like something we can shrug off as if nothing happened.

I realise that Molly is now in tears, cuddled into Mum's shoulder. I feel a bit sorry for her, but she shouldn't be more bothered than me. It's me who's been infected!

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Mum. It's just... Scary..." She looks at me. "You really have changed. And an awful lot at that."

Well... That's it! It feels like I've been writing this forever :L Please review, and give me your thoughts on this chapter (Sorry it's pretty long). It's supposed to be a bit dark, but my dark side is a private part of my I don't often bring out... It seems like I've taken ages to update, but this chapter was hard, and I still don't think I'm completely pleased with it. I'll be starting a new fanfiction ASAP, and it will revolve around Rose/Albus etc. again, like in '2017' (This will be their third year). Again, thanks so much for reading, and I'd appreciate knowing what you think of it. :)