I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good. I tend to not focus when I'm having a BAD DAY!! Stupid drama!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, not me.

Chapter 5

Connections Already Made

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She was the observant kind, no doubt about that. Over the course of one week, she could learn all of her students names, including the ones that she rarely saw. But there was one person, one girl in particular that she was watching. It was a rule not to become close to any of her students, but she and Logan seemed to have a connection that Logan probably wouldn't have with any of the other teachers.

That morning, she noticed that Logan wasn't immediately in the Great Hall like all the other students from Gryffindor were. Miss Wolfram's and Miss Granger's time tables were in her hand, waiting to be passed out. They had Transfiguration first which made Prof. McGonagall happy, but she knew that Logan would be moody if she didn't get some kind of food in her system.

When it was thirty minutes after eight, Prof. McGonagall got up, but a gentle hand on her arm stopped her. She looked down and saw Dumbledore staring at the large double doors. "Give them time Minerva, give them time." The older lady gave him a tight look and sat back down slowly, sipping at her water.

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Hermione gave a look of disdain in the other's direction. For the past half hour, she had been trying to get Logan to wake up, but she was miserably failing. She tried everything: from using a simple Aguamenti spell to yelling in her ear, nothing worked.

Everyone in the dormitory had left to go to breakfast, all nervous about their classes. So was she, more anxious than nervous. She wanted to see what she had first.

Hermione plopped herself on the bed, running her fingers through her bushier than normal hair. She looked over at Logan in annoyance, wishing that she could just leave her, but that wouldn't be kind if Logan missed her first classes.

Her mind searched for a resolution. Logan did seem to have a large appetite. The brown-haired girl dug into her pockets and pulled out a sugar-free peppermint stick. Her parents had packed her sugar-free candies for her to munch on during long study sessions. She unwrapped it halfway and waved it in front of the other's nose.

"Peppermint…" Logan muttered, her right foot twitching. Hermione cracked a small smile, her plan slowly working. Logan's eyes fluttered open, seeing the candy in front of her. Then she saw Hermione sitting there, a smug look on her face.

"So, food is your alarm clock?" she asked, standing up and setting the peppermint down. Logan groaned, swinging her feet off the side. Her shaggy brown hair stuck out in all sides and she didn't really bother with it. All she did was get dressed, brush her teeth at the basin on her night where the contents magically disappeared, and grabbed her bag which was full of her scrolls, quills and inkwells. Her wand was securely tucked away in her robes.

"Aren't you going to brush your hair?" Hermione asked. Logan stopped for a second and traced her steps back. She flattened it with her brush, and then ran her fingers through it, causing it to stick out in the back and sides.

"Better?"

"Much."

The two left for the Great Hall; hopefully they wouldn't be late.

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"I can't believe I spent all that time getting you up." Hermione muttered to herself, but no matter how quiet she was, Logan still heard her. "Okay, okay, I understand, you hate me, but could you do me the favor and let go of my hand?" Logan asked, trying to pry her hand from Hermione's while trying not to drop the peppermint stick as she talked.

"I don't hate you; I barely know you. You just annoy me."

"Which will turn into hate."

"Do you want me to hate you?"

"No, not really."

"Then shut up." Hermione spat, winning the battle. Logan frowned, taking the candy cane from her mouth, feeling the course texture of the inside of her cheeks. "Your candy canes taste weird."

"Logan, you're pushing it…" Hermione growled, her pace quickening if that was possible. The young werewolf found herself constantly tripping over her feet. And who said that wolves were supposed to be graceful!

They reached the familiar double doors and pushed them open. Many kids turned their heads in their direction, but turned away when they noticed they were just some first years. The two girls walked up to the front table, stopping in front of Prof. McGonagall.

"Hello Professor," Hermione chirped, sweetness dripping from her voice, a sweetness that she had yet to show Logan. Hermione was so going to be a teacher's pet, no doubt. "Do you have our time tables?" she asked. The older woman nodded, holding out two pieces of paper.

"You two better get something to eat; classes will be starting at nine."

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Monday Morning:

Transfiguration: Professor McGonagall; near the Transfiguration Courtyard

Charms: Professor Flitwick; third floor down Charms corridor

Monday Afternoon:

Herbology: Professor Sprout; in Greenhouse 1

Tuesday Morning:

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Professor Quirrell; first floor

History of Magic: Professor Binns; first floor

Tuesday Afternoon:

Flying Lessons: Madam Hooch; in the Flying Courtyard

Wednesday Morning:

Students have mornings off

Wednesday at Midnight:

Astronomy: Professor Sinistra; in Astronomy Towers

Thursday Morning;

Transfiguration

Charms

Thursday Afternoon:

Herbology

Friday Morning:

Double Potion: Professor Snape; in the dungeons

Note* Double classes with Slytherins.

Friday Afternoon:

Students have afternoons off.

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Minerva McGonagall watched her students file in. She had given them some extra time to retrieve their books for their morning classes. She stood in the front of her classroom, her desk behind her. The sun coming through the foggy glass up above her cast down a white light that filled the whole room. Cages lined the walled along with small blackboards covered in complex problems and spells.

The small group of Ravenclaws that came in sat on the right in the back. She knew their names already: Lunar Calypsa, Padma Patil, and Anthony Goldstein. Then the Slytherins came in, gleaming proudly as they sat in the middle on the left. Draco Malfoy was reciting a story to his followers, earning howls of laughter from the others. The Hufflepuffs were next, sitting modestly in the back on the left. Finally, the Gryffindors came in, sitting in the front of the right. Prof. McGonagall stared at Hermione as she pulled Logan down in a seat in the very front. She also noticed how the blonde Slytherin seemed to glare at the two girl's backs. Hopefully no fights would start in the middle of class.

When everyone was seated, Prof. McGonagall flicked her wand to the doors, having them close.

"Now class, Transfiguration is some of the-" Her words were interrupted when there was banging at the door. "Please, let me in!" McGonagall opened the doors and a flustered Neville Longbottom came in. He stumbled, but quickly regained his footing.

"I-I'm sorry I'm late Professor; a teacher stopped me and made me lose some time." All that time, Prof. McGonagall nodded, "It's alright Mr. Longbottom, please, take a seat." Neville nodded and shuffled over to Logan, looking down at the ground.

Before he could say anything, Logan stood up, dusting off his shoulders, smoothed out his hair, and straightened his tie and robes. She pulled him down, fixing his hood which had been turned inside out. The Slytherins were snickering, but McGonagall thought it was no laughing matter.

'I remember the old tale of female werewolves becoming attached to certain individuals. Is Mr. Longbottom…?'

She looked back at her class, eyes scanning the room, yet resting on Logan and Neville every so often. The soft, caring look that Logan gave him…

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." She turned, walking to her desk. "I will call attendance: Abbott."

"Here!" a small blonde girl said from the back.

"Brown."

"Present!" Logan looked behind her and Lavender smirked at her, wiggling her fingers at her. Logan gave a mocking grin and wiggled her fingers at Lavender also.

"Bulstrode."

"Here." Millicent definitely wouldn't be breaking any hearts soon. She was a stout girl with short black hair, a square build, and heavy set jaw. She looked like a bulldog more than anything else.

"Calypsa."

"Here."

The attendance continued until she reached Logan, the last person on the list. Everyone was in the room. McGonagall set the scroll on the desk. "Today, we will be reading the introduction of Transfiguration in your textbooks. Please turn to page five."

For some reason, she enjoyed the sound of turning pages.

"Mr. Malfoy, will you please read the first paragraph for us?"

The blonde boy scowled as he leaned forward. "Transfiguration is the art of changing the form and appearance of an object. This type of magic is centuries of years old, but it's limited due to the governing of Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. This book contains first level spells that show students this art along with its branches: Self-Transfigurations and Cross- Species Transfiguration."

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. Now, what he just read is exactly what we'll be learning in the course of this year. You will learn how to change mice into teacups and back to their original forms and such. Now, Miss Abbott, tell us the properties of Transfiguration."

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Logan's Transfiguration textbook was tucked away in her bag along with her homework; write a summary about the rules and properties of Transfiguration. She already liked the class, probably because she liked Prof. McGonagall. The homework was going to be unproblematic though which was a bore.

"I can't believe McGonagall gave us homework on the first day." Ron whined as he, Harry, Neville and Logan walked across the Transfiguration courtyard towards the door that led to the Grand Staircase. They had Charms on the third floor. Going from a complex magic like Transfiguration to an easy-sounding subject such as Charms was nice on the mind; sort of a break from the thinking.

"I'm just happy we didn't do any magic today." Neville said quietly, trailing beside Logan. "I didn't want to make myself look like a fool in front of everybody on the first day."

Logan slid an arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer. "Don't worry about it; you would've done brilliant."

The four walked through the door and entered the Grand Staircase, walking up to the third floor. Logan wondered where Hermione had gone to; she was right behind them, but she may have taken a different route. She knew that the bookworm had stayed behind to talk to Prof. McGonagall about something.

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"Charms: a light-hearted magic, but can be deadly in some cases. Most underestimate the power that some charms hold, but it'd be wise if you didn't. For example, the Patronus Charm can withstand dementors, but that type of magic is too complicated for right now. Today, we're going to be reading the rules and properties about Charms."

Logan rested her head in her hand, scanning the room for anyone else that was bored. This week was probably going to be a week of rules and what not…boring! Everyone else seemed to be on edge, especially Hermione, who seemed to be soaking in every word that Prof. Flitwick chirped out.

The room wasn't as bright as Prof. McGonagall's- the only source of light coming from the tempered glass window behind Flitwick. Books scattered the room, some stacking up above Flitwick himself. He had to stand on a podium in order to overlook his students. There two rows of long table, but they were separated by the small pathway that allowed students to walk up to the desks. Overall, the room was so much different from Prof. McGonagall's…and messy compared to hers. The books were going to be a problem. Logan's mind was constantly nagging her to go put them in order, but Logan's body was staying put. It was her first day…she didn't want people to think she was strange, not that they already did.

Also, Flitwick believed in arranged seating. Guess who Logan sat beside? Yeah, it was Pansy Parkinson, and already, the pug-faced girl had thrown wads of paper at her head.

"Now, who would like to read the first paragraph?" Flitwick asked, looking around the room. No one raised their hand, everyone but Hermione, but that wasn't a surprise. Flitwick pointed his finger at Hermione. Before Hermione could get a word out, Logan shouted, "Wait!"

"What seems to be the problem Miss Wolfram?"

"I think Draco should read."

Everyone's attention turned to the sneering blonde. "And why do you suggest him?"

"Because in Transfiguration, he read the first paragraph and he did such a lovely job with it." Flitwick seemed happy at the suggestion and said, "Go ahead Mr. Malfoy." Draco scowled in Logan's direction, which ultimately amused her. But no matter how much she liked Draco being peeved because of her, she couldn't help but look in the stack of books direction. Her fingers automatically started drumming against the desk, itching to get on those books.

Logan buried her face into her arms, trying hard not to focus on the mess. Her legs bobbed up and down in anxiousness.

The hour slowly passed by. Flitwick had let them get started on their homework-an essay over the rules and properties. It was basically like the Prof. McGonagall's homework, probably going to be like Prof. Sprout's homework as well.

"Miss Wolfram, please, head up." Flitwick said. He came into her view, along with those stupid books. Maybe after class…

The bell rang, and Logan slowly gathered her belongings. Pansy bumped into her as she made her way down the row and waited for a smirking Draco. He was most likely thinking 'Oh yeah, I'm already popular!' or something along those lines.

"I can't wait for that delicious pork chop!" Flitwick said. He noticed Logan still sitting there. "Have a good day Miss Wolfram!"

"You too Professor." Logan replied politely. He nodded and walked quickly out of the room, leaving Logan and the books alone…finally.

"They're not in order…" Logan started, ignoring the twitch her fingers had produced. She walked down the stairs, taking slow steps towards the books. Immediately she spotted one that started with A. Her fingers touched it, forming a pile beside her.

"They're not in order…"

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Lunch was slowly slipping by. Kids were already finishing up their lunches and walking to their dormitories to retrieve their book for their next class. Somehow, something didn't seem right to her, especially since Logan hadn't shown up. That was strange because she would've thought that the girl would be one of the first in the Great Hall, ready to shove whatever food into her mouth she could fit.

"Filius?" she questioned. The small man looked up at her, a look of enjoyment on his face. "Hello Minerva, you look lovely today!" he said, a big smile spread across his face. He was always happy to sit in the large room with children everywhere.

"Did Miss Wolfram leave your class room by any chance?" she asked.

"Well, when I left, she was still gathering her things."

"Did she act oddly in class?"

"Now that you mention it, she did seem agitated…anxious even. Is there a problem?"

She didn't answer, only strode out the Great Hall towards the third floor. Flitwick sensed the urgency and sped after her. Two teachers running from the Great Hall caught some students' attention, especially Hermione's, who casually walked out of the Great Hall, looking like she was an innocent student going to get her things.

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When the two teachers entered the room, they found Logan pushing a stack of books against the wall behind the podium. The floor was dusty beneath her feet from lack of dusting since all those books were there. McGonagall took her wand and waved it, causing the books to slide to the wall. Logan paused, but walked over to the large black board on the other side of the room. She started to arrange the pieces of chalk by length.

"Miss Wolfram…"

"They're not in order!"

"I understand that, but aren't you hungry?" she asked, stepping towards Logan. When she set a hand on the younger girl's shoulder, she flinched, ducking from her hand. "You can't stop me."

"Stop you from what?"

"Correcting…" Logan eyed the chalk and resumed her arranging. Once she was done, Logan stood up straight, regaining the life back in her eyes. "Hello Professor McGonagall, how's your day so far?"

"Just…fine…"

"Hermione, I can smell you and that delicious lamb chop you saved for me!" Logan shouted, running out of the room. Prof. McGonagall turned around, seeing how Flitwick was staring at his room in wonderment.

"She cleans fast." he said, obviously impressed.

"Yes…she does."

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"What happened in there?" Hermione asked, watching the other girl devour the lamb chop. She couldn't help but watch as a ravenous look fill Logan's eyes, her teeth savagely ripping away the meat from the bones.

"Nothing…I was just cleaning…"

"Cleaning?"

"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" Logan questioned, scanning the bone for any more meat. Once the bone was meatless, she threw it in a nearby wastebasket. The two were silent, until Hermione reached into her bag. She held out Logan's Herbology textbook. "You won't have time to get it, so I grabbed it while I was getting mine."

Logan gave her a smile, taking it from her. "Thanks."

When the bell rang, their pace quickened, almost to run because they had five minutes to get to Greenhouse 1 which was located on the other side of the school.

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This she could get used to. Potted plants lined according their height on the marked wooden tables. The smell of fresh air was something that she always loved due to living up in the mountains. It calmed her down, let her mind clear. There were four tables, all lined with chairs. They had to sit with their Houses so that there was no tension.

"Now, in this class, we will be learning about plants and their magical properties. There'll be more talking and lecturing this year than actually performing tasks. As much as I hate it, I have been authorized to go over the rules and properties in Herbology with you."

Everyone turned to the first page, ready for her to pick someone to read.

"Mr. Malfoy, please read the first paragraph for us."

"Why me?" he asked under his breath.

What he didn't know was that Logan had chatted with Prof. Sprout and told her how enthusiastic and lively Draco was to read from the textbook.

"Herbology is often tied to potion-making. Without herbs and plants, we wouldn't have ingredients to use in potions, so we wouldn't be as far in the medical fields as we are today. Children are required to learn how to grow and handle plants and fungi as if it were a second language to them. Hopefully, they will learn how to successfully grow their own ingredients in the future."

"Well done Mr. Malfoy."

Prof. Sprout walked behind her desk, sitting down to put her glasses on. "Well, there isn't much to do today, but read the introductory and first chapters. So, will you please continue reading Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes ma'am." Draco said with gritted teeth. Logan smiled at the scowl he gave her and she turned, laughing silently.

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Lunar sat quietly on a bench under a tree in the Transfiguration Courtyard. Even though she liked the quiet, she liked being surrounded by a few students, just to listen to what's going on. Her Herbology textbook was propped up on her knees as she scrawled her summary on a piece of parchment. She was almost done with her homework when loud voices started to come up the hallway.

"Did ya get your homework done Fred?"

"Of course not; you?"

"Of course not!"

Lunar shifted in her seat when she watched as the notorious Weasley twins come into the courtyard. Although it was her first day, she had heard from the older Ravenclaws that Fred and George Weasley were already causing trouble despite their brief stay. Cho Chang, a girl that Lunar would never have thought to converse with, had told her that they had flaming red hair and freckles on their face, creating a hilarious duo.

"Herbology homework eh, didn't we pass that class George?"

"Yes we did Fred."

Lunar squeaked, slowly looking up to see the Weasley twins towering over her. She stood up, turning swiftly. A blush crept up onto her face as the boy on the right held up his hands in reassurance.

"Sorry for scaring you."

Even with his kind words, she still ran away.

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"Logan, will you pass me a steak?" Hermione asked, looking at her friend, who gave her an unbelievable look. "Logan…?"

"I can't."

"And why not?" Hermione asked, her shoulders slumping a bit.

"I might eat it." Logan gave a sheepish grin when Hermione gave her a skeptical look and reached for some fried tomatoes instead. Logan resumed her eating; stripping off every possible bit of meat that she could with her teeth. Hermione watched closely, taking in how Logan's extra sharp canines gnawed at the bone hungrily.

Her eyes had that ravenous look in them again.

When Logan was done, she threw her bones on the plate, and licked her lips appreciatively. "That…was good."

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"Please," she said weakly, jumping up to get some kind of grip on her books. "Give them back!" Lunar pleaded softly. Crabbe and Goyle laughed lowly, holding her books up higher. Lunar jumped once more, but Crabbe gave her a push and she lost her balance, landing on her backside.

"Loser!" Goyle said mockingly, dropping the rather heavy book on her. The two laughed and left, leaving her feeling humiliated, tears filling up her eyes as she slowly gathered the papers on the ground.

As she went to reach a paper, fingers softly touched hers and she pulled them back. A boy with messy black hair and beautiful green eyes peered up at her. "Hi." he said, causing her to blush.

"Um…hi?"

It was Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. He was already famous and yet so young. He handed her the papers and stood up, helping her up. She suddenly noticed the red-haired fellow behind him, who was watching the scene with interest.

"Hey you kids, get away from there!"

The three looked up to see Filch standing there, a very deep scowl on his face. "I see what you're doing, tryin' to break into the third door corridor." He pointed a shaky finger at the door, grimacing when the three turned to look at it.

"Don' even look at it!" The three whipped their attention in Filch's direction. "Now scram!!"

The kids walked away quickly, leaving Filch to mutter and gripe about things to Mrs. Norris, who walked beside him as they made their way up the staircase, looking for more trouble-makers.

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The three stopped when they were too out of breath to run anymore. "Erm…thanks for helping me back there…Harry…"

"How do you know my name?" the black-haired boy asked curiously. The red-haired boy stepped up, saying, "Harry, everyone knows your name. You're famous, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Harry laughed. The other shrugged, waving at Lunar. "I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley."

"I'm Lunar Calypsa."

"Nice to meet you. Ya know, it's getting late. We better return to the common room Harry."

"Yeah, see you later Lunar."

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Midnight-

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Logan sat there, only dressed in her pajamas. Her knees were drawn up to her chest; her eyes peering outside. Everyone else was asleep but her. Sleep wouldn't take her away for some reason.

There was only two more weeks until the next full moon which made her wonder what Hogwarts would do about that. That was one of the many questions that she wanted to ask Prof. McGonagall.

Who were parents?

Where were her parents?

Did they love her? Hate her?

These were only some of them, all which would remain unanswered…for now. She'd find a way to get Prf. McGonagall to give her all the answers.

Logan buried herself under the covers, closing her eyes in hope that sleep would overcome her soon…and it did.