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Chapter 8

Two Weeks until Wolfsbane

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Maybe stuffing food down her throat the day before was merely for amusement? Lunar had turned back to her bowl of cornflakes, occasionally looking over her shoulder to keep watch for any approaching Gryffindors. Maybe she was acting paranoid because Padma, who sat opposite of her, raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright Lunar?"

Lunar turned back towards the table, playing with her cornflakes nervously. "Oh, um, I-I'm fine. It's just-" She looked over her shoulder again. "I'm expecting someone…"

"Really? Who?" Padma asked, taking a bite of her eggs.

"Just some friends…" The Great Hall doors opened, making Lunar gasp, expecting a wild Logan and overly calm Hermione to come in, but instead, in strode Draco Malfoy, four people, consisting on Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Millicent, walking behind him, the boys fists clenched with a heavy step and the girls flouncing in with their noses stuck in the air.

"They're such gits." Padma muttered, turning back to her food. Lunar, however, continued to watch the Slytherins. She swore she saw Malfoy smirk in her direction. Lunar turned back around, sighing. Logan was right, she already had three crushes and on three already popular boys.

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"Logan, it's almost time for Transfiguration! If we're late, we'll get detentions!" Hermione shouted, looking up the tree to see Logan tearing bits off the piece of bread she had saved from breakfast. A small bird chirped happily, pecking at the crumbs that Logan was giving it. Her friend set the food down on the branch, jumping down and grabbed her bag.

"Did you get your homework done?" Logan asked, walking beside Hermione. The girl beside her gave a smug look, "Of course I did, I got it done at lunch the day she assigned it, plus the Charms summary, which I got done in class."

"What about Herbology?"

"Do you really need to ask that?"

Logan was silent after that. "Hermione, have you ever heard of the name…Fenrir?" She searched Hermione's face, hoping that she knew, but her only source of information shook her head. "No, I haven't. Why; does he go to school here?"

"I don't…never mind."

Hermione gave a "Hmm" and looked over at her friend, who seemed quieter than usual. She noticed the dark circles under Logan's eyes, contrasting with her usually lively emerald eyes. Hermione looked towards the castle, biting on her tongue. She wished she wasn't so plain-looking; brown hair and eyes, so normal, she had no unique attributes.

"Logan…where did you get the scars?"

The scarred girl beside her stopped, looking out in the distance. "I…don't want to talk about it. Maybe another time…" Hermione stared at her, sucking in a breath of fresh air and letting it out her nose. "Okay…"

They continued to walk and Hermione wished she hadn't asked Logan because now there was now tension between them. Why'd she always have to stick her nose into people's business?

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A silver tabby with rectangular markings around its dark eyes sat on the desk Prof. McGonagall would usually be found sitting at. The cat watched the students file in; sitting in the exact spots they had sat at on the first day of Transfiguration class. The cat paid special attention when Logan and Hermione came in. It noticed how Logan looked especially tired today, but when she looked up to see the cat sitting there, a large smile spread across her face. "Oh my gosh, it's a cat!" She started walking towards it, but Hermione pulled her to the side, pushing her into the chair. "I didn't know Professor McGonagall had a cat!"

The bell rang, and the kids waited for Prof. McGonagall to arrive, completely oblivious that Prof. McGonagall was the cat, and chatted idly amongst themselves. Logan sat there, staring up at the board. It read: I am currently away, running some errands for Professor Dumbledore. I want Miss Wolfram to write the instructions up on the board to the right. My papers are on the desk, Logan.

Logan jumped up, people taking no notice of her actions. Logan reached for the papers, smelling the flowery perfume Prof. McGonagall always wore. "You can't fool me." Logan muttered to the cat. The tabby merely looked up at her.

"Look, the second-hand loon is talking to a cat!" Draco shouted out, making the entire class laugh, except Hermione of course; even Lunar was giggling. Hermione was probably the only one besides her that actually knew the cat was the teacher.

"Ha, ha, oh God Draco, you're such a riot!" Logan said, a big mock grin on her face, but it suddenly became sour, Logan glaring at him, shaking her head.

"Just because you have no sense of humor, doesn't mean you have to spoil it for everyone else!" More laughter, Draco's laugh louder than everyone else's.

Part I- Do questions 1-15 on page 10; due by the end of class. Your answers must be in full sentences; otherwise they will be marked wrong. Eight of the questions are in the text, two are critical thinking. When you are finished, set on my desk.

Part II- Read chapter 2 and do ALL questions; twenty total; due next week. Questions are worth two points, and if one is uncompleted, you will lose two points.

Get it…? Good; now get going before I slap some sense into all of you, especially you Draco!

The tabby seemed to glare at Logan as she went back to her seat, a smug expression on her face. "Do you think anybody else knows?" Logan asked, as she sat down. Hermione shook her head, laughing a bit. "Not a clue."

The doors burst open and in came Harry and Ron, running in and out of breath. They ran up to their seats, earning smirks from Draco, and stopped to catch their breath.

"Whew, made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron said, taking small breaths. Harry nodded, catching his breath as well.

Logan watched the cat's eyes narrow and it leaped off the desk quickly morphing into her human form. The kids in the room all watched in awe, but quickly looked back down at their work when she looked out of the corner of her eye. Ron gaped at her, "That was bloody brilliant!"

Professor McGonagall gave a tight-lipped smile, looking between the boys with a stern look. "Well, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful for me to transfigure Mr. Potter or yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you will be on time."

Harry gulped, "We got lost."

Professor McGonagall raised her slender eyebrows, "Then perhaps a map? I'm sure you don't need one in order to get to your seats." Both boys scrambled to their seats, getting out their books.

McGonagall looked down at Logan, and turned walking over to the board, erasing Logan's added message.

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Logan hung around, thanking all the students that turned in their homework and watched them leave. She stepped up, catching the older woman's attention. "Yes Miss Wolfram?" she asked, stopping her grading.

"Who's Fenrir?" Logan asked, looking straight into her eyes. This took her teacher aback because she got this stunned look on her face. "I need a last name." This was a complete lie; she knew perfectly well who Fenrir was. He was the man that Logan the scars of her face, the scars that differed her from other people.

"I don't know his name, just…who is Fenrir?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me!" Her sudden tone made McGonagall sit up straight. "Lower your tone, Miss Wolfram." But her warning did no effect on Logan. The girl slammed her hands onto the desk, eyes flaring.

"I've lived by myself for five years for Christ's sake!" Logan shouted angrily. "With no parents, I might add."

"Harry has no parents and he-"

"I'm not talking about Harry though, I'm asking you a simple question and all I need is a simple answer. This has nothing to do with Harry Potter; you people make him sound like a freakin' saint. He's eleven for cryin' out loud!"

McGonagall stood up, anger building in her also. "Mr. Potter, as a matter of fact, survived an attack by You-Know-Who!"

Logan gaped, giving her unbelievable look. "Excuse me, you can't use the term You-Know-Who!"

"And why not?!"

"Because I don't even know what the who in You-Know-Who stands for?"

McGonagall stared at the younger girl, never losing her angry posture. The girl practically had fire burning in her eyes, fires of anger.

"His name is Voldemort," She said the name, fear laced in her tone. "We shall not speak of his name." She watched Logan narrow her eye. "Vol-de-mort," she said, "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort!! It's a name! You shouldn't fear a name, because I don't! You were the last person I would think would fear a name."

"You have a reason to not fear his name."

Logan laughed, "Oh yeah, well what's the reason?" McGonagall opened her mouth, but before she could get anything out, Logan held up a hand, never losing her distressed look. "Oh, I remember, you were ordered not to tell me." The teacher watched her student give a shudder.

"They're not in order…" She reached over and switched two pencils, aligning them by height and perfectly straight. Logan looked up at Minerva once more. "Have a wonderful-" she stressed out the word. "-day."

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Logan walked into the Charms room right when the bell rang so she technically wasn't late. If she was, fortunately for her Flitwick wasn't even in the room. She took her seat beside Pansy, and got her book out. The dark-haired girl was leaning her hand, googling at Draco who was boasting to his goons that his father had bought him a racing broom over the summer, an exclusive edition.

Logan gave a wide-eyed look, leaning away from Pansy. "Your staring is really creeping me out." Pansy sighed, still staring at Draco. "Isn't he so…cute?" she asked, sighing dreamily yet again. Logan looked between Pansy and Draco with narrowed eyes. "I'll give you my full opinion: no, he is not."

Pansy didn't give any thought to Logan's comment. "I mean, look at him. That hair that you just want to run your fingers through…"

"Nah, too much gel." Logan said, getting her quill and ink out.

"That body you just want to lean up against…"

"Oh yeah, thin and wimpy, what more could a girl want?"

"Those eyes…those beautiful silver eyes that make you shiver when he looks at you…"

Logan gave this some thought, "It's his stare that freaks me out." Logan's shoulders slumped, staring at the other side of the room. "He makes me think of that kid at that one place at that one time at that one day actually…"

"And those lips…don't me started…"

"Actually, you're the one that's actually starting yourself. I'm just the innocent bystander that's getting ultimately creeped out."

"Don't you just want to feel them with your own?"

Logan looked over at Draco, narrowing her eyes. "Yeah, I know how you feel. And that whine of his, oh, it makes me want to wrap my arms around him and tell him everything's alright."

"I know…"

"And that smirk that makes you melt on the inside?"

"Yeah…" Logan gave a mock sigh, trying so hard to control the laughter that was building up inside of her, ready to burst. This was too rich! "And those romantic looks he gives that one girl that makes you wish you were that one girl…"

"WHAT?!" Pansy's shriek made everyone look at her, but her outburst was soon out of people's minds because they wanted to get everything out before Flitwick came back. Pansy was seething, giving total entertainment to Logan. "When did this happen? Who is she?"

Logan pretended to be awe-struck, "You seriously need to sharpen your stalking skills and get with the times girlfriend because everyone knows who Draco Malfoy likes. I thought you of all people would know that little fact."

Pansy groaned, burying her face into her arms. Logan laughed, loving the scene.

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Hogwarts brought so much drama; she loved it. Most things were overly boring to her and life needed to be spiced up a bit which made her ways of witty comments come in handy. But her argument with Professor McGonagall still made her upset and all the least, wondering about things. Maybe she should apologize for coming up to her like that, she felt guilty about what she said. McGonagall was ordered not to, so it wasn't like she was doing it for the sick pleasure of seeing Logan get angry. She was doing what she was told to do.

Logan stood up; ignoring the questions that Hermione was asking and went right up to the staff table, stopping right in front of Professor McGonagall. The older woman looked up, showing no signs of emotion.

"Professor McGonagall, I want to apologize for the way I acted towards you earlier today. I know you're doing what you have been ordered to do and I respect that." Before the woman could say anything, Logan went on. "But I want you to do me a favor?"

"And what would that be?"

"I want you to give me hints when I'm stuck."

McGonagall searched her face, "I'll see what I can do."

Logan nodded, turning to leave, but McGonagall's voice stopped her. "By the way, start reading the Daily Prophet." Logan looked over her shoulder and grinned. The other gave a small smile and watched her student leave, grabbing a lone paper on the way out.

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It was her favorite class besides Transfiguration. She handed in her summary, earning a big smile from Professor Sprout and went to her spot that she had sat at the first day. She claimed it her spot and hoped that no one would sit in it because then she'd have to push them off.

"Our first lecture today," Hermione said, sitting beside Logan, getting her textbook out. "I'm so excited!"

"Oh, yeah, me too. I just love lectures!" She laughed when Hermione slapped her on the shoulder, frowning. "Just because you're not adequately smart enough to understand-" Logan held up her hands, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, were you just about to insult me?"

"No, I-"

"I forgive you."

"But I-"

"You were apologizing in your mind…"

Hermione sighed irritably. "Do you enjoy annoying me?" Logan nodded her head, "Actually, I think it comes pretty naturally."

"I can tell."

The bell rang, and Prof. Sprout started shushing everyone, quickly taking attendance so she could start with her lesson. "Okay, everyone's here, please spit out your gum, Mr. Finnigan." Everyone laughed when Seamus groaned, walking over to the wastebasket and spitting his gum out.

"Today, we'll be reading chapter two, a very interesting chapter if you ask me. Everyone, turn to page twenty-six." Hermione smiled when she heard the loud rustle of papers. "Please read, Mr. Weasley." Professor Sprout ordered.

"There are certain plants that can help causes in the wizarding world," Ron started, gulping. "For example, bubotuber pus can be extracted from the bubotuber plant can be brewed to prevent acne for teens or more or less, stop it. But acne is the least of people's worries today. There are more crucial causes in the world that can be helped, but not entirely cured, by a plant. A plant that does this is the Wolfsbane plant. This plant can be brewed to create the Wolfsbane potion which can be used to rid of the amentia that occurs during lycanthropy."

Everyone started muttering, but Logan stared at the picture on the page that had Wolfsbane on the caption. Everyone looked up when a thud came from the front of the room.

"This is Wolfsbane; tricky little plant, but very, VERY, powerful. It takes exactly two weeks to grow and if taken cared of right, can be kept alive for up to four months. The leaves on the stem are the parts used in the Wolfsbane potion."

"Why are growing that stuff anyway?" Draco asked, his face contorted in that smirk. His group nodded in agreement. "It's not like we have any werewolves running around." The way he said werewolves irked Logan.

"I grew it for academic purposes only, Mr. Malfoy." That was a lie, but it was a lie with a purpose. Malfoy scowled, "Filthy Half-Breeds." Logan's fingers curled into fists, clenching them. He didn't know what he was talking about…

Her eyes however, continued to stare at the plant on the wooden table in front of her.

Two more weeks until her transformation…

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Logan sat at the base of the tree, scanning the Daily Prophet she had snatched earlier. Any signs of the name Fenrir were a clue or hopefully her answer…hopefully. She threw her paper on her legs when a shadow blocked her light. "You're blocking my light."

"I'm sorry; I thought you would like some rock cakes ter go with that paper of yours." Logan looked up to see Hagrid standing there, a plate in his hands, but since she was sitting down and he was standing, she could only see the bottom of it. Logan sighed, standing up, not bothering to dust off her pants.

"I am hungry…" She gratefully took one, chomping down on it with ease. Hagrid gave a cheerful smile and Logan stepped in sync with him. "You want me to do a favor for you, don't you?" she asked, loving the taste of the treat in her mouth. They were freshly made and still warm, just the way she liked her food. Hagrid looked down at her.

"Could ya? I've had a long day and Fang needs some food. It's down in the kitchens. I'm pretty sure that the elves won't mind given ya some."

"I'll see what I can do." Logan said, looking up at the plate. "Can I…can I have those?" she asked, pointing up at the cakes. Hagrid looked surprised, handing the plate down to the girl beside him. She immediately sunk her teeth into one.

"That's odd; most people normally shy away from my cooking."

"They're crazy. These are amazing!"

"Well, I know what to make for you from now on!"

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Logan stopped in front of the large portrait with huge fruit on it. She could smell the food being prepared for dinner later on, and the clinks and clanks of the pans and pots were heard. Logan stepped aside when the portrait swung open, watching a small elf clamber out of the portrait hole, burn marks on her hand.

"Excuse me, Miss." she said, never making eye contact with Logan. "Wait," the werewolf asked. The elf stopped, turning halfway and looking at Logan with large blue eyes. "Are you talking to me, Miss?" she asked, her voice trembling a bit. The elf held her hand close to her chest. Logan nodded, "Are you hurt?"

The elf looked down at her hand. "It's a small burn, Miss."

Logan sat down, rummaging through her bag. "C'mere, I'll fix that for you." The elf just stood there, gaping stupidly at Logan. She'd never been treated like this from a student before. Usually, when first years came along a house elf, they enjoyed ordering them around. They enjoyed feeling powerful because the upperclassmen would usually boss them around.

"Well, come on, I can't fix your hand from all the way over there." Logan said, making the elf flinch, but she recovered and slowly walked over, sitting in front of the student. Logan had some ointment handy; McGonagall had considered her on getting some burn ointment because of Potions class.

"What's your name?" Logan asked, smearing some cool ointment over the wounds. "It's Ducky, Miss." When Logan smiled, Ducky started think the girl thought her name was humorous, something that people usually laughed at.

"I like that name." Logan said, getting some bandages out and wrapping her hand. The elf beamed the first smile she had smiled in a long time. Logan stood up, noticing how the elf only came to her waist. "Ducky, can you show me where the dog food is? Hagrid's dog needs some." Ducky nodded, taking her new friend's name and leading her through the portrait.

The kitchens were bustling with elves, trying to prepare the food for the Great Hall in a hurry because the sun was starting to set and students were growing hungry and possibly already heading to dinner. Logan's stomach growled when she smelled her favorite dish-lamb chops, being pulled out of the oven. The smell made her mouth water.

Ducky pulled Logan to a storage room that was located to the right of the door. She opened the door and tugged out a large case, full of canned scraps that Fang obviously loved to devour.

"This should last him for awhile." Logan nodded, taking the case after she swung her bag strap around her neck. She noticed how the elf stared up at her with her big blue eyes. "Do you mind if I ask a question, Miss?"

"No, I don't mind."

"What is your name, Miss?"

Logan grinned, "It's Logan Wolfram; it's my first year here."

Ducky nodded, smiling. "That's a very pretty name…Logan!" This made Logan not grin, but smile warmly. "You think? I always thought my name was boyish."

"My mistress's eldest daughter's name was Logan, though she was always away so I never got to meet her. I actually still work for them, but my mistress thought it would be best for me to come to Hogwarts!"

Logan started to walk out of the portrait, carrying the case in her arms. "Do you like here?" Ducky nodded, and then shook her head. "Yes and no; some people are nice, others are mean."

Logan gave a "hmm" and turned. "I have to get this to Hagrid before it gets dark. Maybe I'll see you sometime…Ducky."

"See you soon, Miss!" The small female elf trotted back through the portrait, waving good-bye before closing the door. Logan stood there, smiling warmly and headed away again.

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Logan frowned when she saw the sun barely peeking over the trees, casting beautiful rays into the clouds, creating glorious pinks, oranges, and reds of all kinds. This would be the most perfect to sketch and draw, but she couldn't be caught out so late. Her only goal for right now was to deliver the food and get back up to the common room. Although she did want to stay and chat with Hagrid, she couldn't, she really didn't want to face that dirty-looking Filch…again. She remembered the day before when she and Hermione were walking back to the common room and he came up, muttering to himself about troublemakers, but stopped grumbling, only to stare at the two girls as they made their way past them. Seriously, the guy needed a wife, or some women's touch.

Smoke was seeping out of Hagrid's chimney, disappearing into the pale blue part of the sky. She could already smell those delicious rock cakes. Logan knocked on the door, and she heard barks on the inside, and Hagrid shooing the dog away.

"Get back Fang, ya crazy mongrel!" Hagrid said, opening the door to see Logan standing there, a large case in her arms. He was surprised at how easily she was holding it up, it was heavy…

"Oh, thanks a lot Logan, it means a lot." He took the case and looked up at the sky. "You better get goin'. Don't want Professor McGonagall gettin' upset with ya." He leaned in closer. "If you do get stopped, just tell 'em you were with me." he said, jutting his thumb towards himself. Logan nodded, waving good-bye as she walked away.

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Logan propped her head in her hand as she looked over the word-covered parchment. Lavender was standing there with her hands clasped in front of her and a mock-sweet smile on her face, a smile that bared her perfect teeth.

"So, how's my essay?" she asked. Logan handed it back to her, rolled up. "Redo it." she said, scribbling down her own essay. Lavender's smile faltered. "What?" This time, Logan looked right at her, eyes narrowed. "I said-redo it."

Lavender snatched the scroll, unrolling it. Logan watched her eyes rover over it, frowning at all the mistakes she had made. "You think I should redo because of grammar mistakes?!" she shrieked, shoving the scribbled over and corrected essay in Logan's face. The annoyed Logan slapped the parchment away.

"If you turned in that monstrosity, you'd get a lower grade than those gorillas, Crabbe and Goyle." Logan muttered, turning back to her own work. Lavender blew hot air through her nose and stomped away, slamming the door to the girl's dormitory as loud as she could. Ron, who had the pleasure to experience the scene, looked at Logan.

"What did you tell her?"

Logan continued to write her answers down. "The truth."

Oh yeah, there's a POLL! Please vote on which werewolf looks the best and that's how I'll describe Logan after transformation.