I'm sorry for my delay. I've been busy with school, plus my computer had a horrible virus that took my dad a long time to fix. And I also apoloigize for the shortness of this chapter, but it's just a look into Logan's transformations.

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Chapter 12

The Moon's Always Brightest at Hogwarts

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Tuesday, September 22nd:

Logan slumped at the Gryffindor table, poking her food with her fork absent mindedly. Hermione looked up from her book and gave Logan a curious look. For the past week, her friend had been acting strangely. She hadn't been as social as she usually was, but quiet and thoughtful. Her face had become a sickly pale, her scars seeming to be much bigger, and deep dark circles hung under her tired eyes. Logan acted sick, looked sick, and made people she was coming down with something.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked, closing her book. Logan looked up slowly, her cheek resting in her hand. "What?" she asked. Before Hermione could answer, she looked over her shoulder. Logan ignored whoever, but when a hand slid on her shoulder, spinning her around, she looked up to see the narrowed eyes of Draco.

"What's wrong with you, Wolfram? Have people stopped coming to the freak show?" His hand left her shoulder, and Draco laughed, the other Slytherins howled. Logan didn't say anything.

Draco turned back around, looking down at Logan's expressionless face. He sneered, flicking her forehead which struck her nerves. "I hate seeing your sulky face all the time…cheer up…" Logan watched him walk away.

Did Draco just show kindness towards her?

The bell rang for classes to start. Logan stood up, gathering her bag and walking towards the door. Hermione hurried along, walking beside Logan. "Can you believe it? Malfoy was actually nice to you!"

"No he wasn't."

"Well, he was in a way. He told you to cheer up!" Logan didn't say anything; she just pushed the double doors open, only to be stopped by a frowning Professor Snape. Hermione stopped beside Logan, looking up at the black-haired man curiously.

"Ah, Miss Wolfram, what a pleasure to run into you on such a-" He flicked his eyes in the direction of the windows and lowered back at Logan. "-fine morning." The scarred girl looked up at the windows, rain pelting the glass ever so gently. The sky was grey, illuminating with streaks of lightening every now and again.

"Only if you think dark and gloomy is 'fine'..."

Snape's upper lip lifted, cold eyes looking down at her tired ones. "Why am I not surprised that you'd come up with a sarcastic comment for that?"

Logan yawned, "Do you need something?" Logan asked. Hermione leaned next to Logan, "I have to go. See you later." Her friend hurried away, leaving Logan alone with the dark-haired teacher.

"Are you ready for your last dose of potion?" he asked. Snape didn't give her any time to answer; he was already walking towards the entrance courtyard, Logan sauntering behind him.

"Professor Snape, why does it have to be so disgusting?" she asked. "Can't we add something to make it better?"

"No…"

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The potion smoked faintly; an awful odor filling her senses which made her want to gag desperately. It sat there, untouched, on the desk as Logan stared at it. Snape stood there impatiently, foot tapping on the ground.

"Miss Wolfram, you're testing my patience." he hissed. Logan looked over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes in his direction. These were the times when she really hated him. The girl looked back at the potion and clenched her fingers around the goblet. Snape came to her side, a gleam in his eyes as she slowly began to consume the lumpy substance.

Snape was tired of her taking small sips and he pushed the goblet up, the liquid slipping down her throat. Logan pushed his hand away, choking on the potion. The smell, the taste, the feel of it in her mouth made her feel queasy and she grabbed her stomach.

"I'd move if I were you…" Snape stood there as all the contents in Logan came back out, right onto his shoes. The girl took a deep, shaky breath before she rushed away, in hope that Madame Pomfrey had something that would help her keep everything down.

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"The Wolfsbane potion is a nasty one." Madame Pomfrey said, rushing over with some pumpkin juice. It seemed that the woman was always in a hurry to do something, even when she had one person in the infirmary. "Here's some juice. It'll get the taste out of your mouth."

Logan took the cup and sipped lightly. "Can I talk to Professor McGonagall?" Logan asked, staring down at the cup.

"About what, dear?" the woman asked, putting the bottle away. "About what you're supposed to do tonight?" she asked. Logan looked up to see Madame Pomfrey staring at her. The green-eyed girl nodded, looking back down at the cup as she swished the liquid around in it.

"You're going to stay in here and rest. Professor McGonagall will be retrieving some clothes for you to change in tomorrow. You'll transform in the Forbidden Forest. After that, you're on your own. A teacher will meet you tomorrow morning near Hagrid's hut."

Madame Pomfrey walked over, pulling the covers back on the bed that Logan sat on. "Lie down and go to sleep." The woman gave a stern look when Logan wouldn't lie down, but she finally stuffed her legs under the covers and pulled them up.

For a long time, Logan laid there, watching Madame Pomfrey do paperwork and have students come in and out. A total of ten had come in an hour; half of them faking an illness to get out of class, mainly potions. Logan had to wonder why others disliked potions so much. She liked it, but chemicals had always been a fascination of hers, especially those that could cause explosions…

"Madame Pomfrey," A girl came in, moaning the woman's name. The girl clutched her stomach, her face turning a sickly green. "I'm not feeling well…"

Madame Pomfrey sighed, standing up to check the girl's temperature. Logan laid back on her hands, staring at the two curiously. A small package fell to the floor near the girl's feet, crumpled up into a messy ball.

"She's faking it." Logan stated. Madame Pomfrey looked over, the girl giving a worried look at Logan. When she spotted the other's scars, her eyes narrowed and Logan noticed the green collar of her hood.

"Why would you say that?" the nurse asked. Logan pointed down at the ground and the girl quickly swept up the package, stuffing it into her pocket. "They're just some notes from class, Madame Pomfrey. She's lying…" the girl said, poking her tongue out when Madame Pomfrey looked behind her.

"Well, you do feel like you have a fever. And your face looks a bit green."

"Almost like your hood!" Logan piped up, smiling when the Slytherin bared her teeth, desperately wanting the Gryffindor to shut up. Madame Pomfrey led the Slytherin to an empty bed, farthest away from Logan as she could get and set up a curtain between them. So now, Logan laid there with the sheets coming up to her waist.

She hummed to one of her favorite tunes. Logan drummed her fingers against her fingers, bored out of her mind. "Is there something I can do?" she asked Madame Pomfrey when the woman passed to make the bed next to the werewolf.

"No."

This was going to be a long day…

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It the brink of dusk when she and Professor McGonagall arrived to the forest. In the distance, a group of regular wolves howled, probably warning their prey that they were coming. Professor McGonagall took Logan's extra clothes and laid them near a trunk of a tree.

"This is the spot where you'll meet in the morning. Change into your new clothes and head to the hospital wing. You're bound determined to come back with a few cuts."

Logan frowned, shedding her shoes. The cold ground floor was already in the process of numbing her feet. "Great, more scars to add to the collection." she muttered, wiggling her toes in the dirt. McGonagall gave her a skeptical look.

"Go on." The older woman gave Logan a small push which made the girl give her an annoyed look. Once Logan was out of sight, McGonagall gave a worried look.

"And be careful…"

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A long time ago, when she was younger, Logan remembered this movie she watched on the small television in the diner. 'The King and I' it was called. One of her favorites from today and probably forever will be. Her favorite song had to be the one where Anna and her son whistled because they were scared and didn't want to show it. Well, it wasn't that Logan was scared or anything (which she wasn't), the tune had been catchy and now, in the Forbidden Forest, she started to whistle.

Logan skipped around the in dark when a sudden light engulfed her. The same light that she was so familiar too. An eerie glow with a silvery tint surrounded her. Her eyes caught the beautiful orb in the sky and grimaced.

"I hate the moon." she muttered.

A sudden pain caused her to fall to the ground. Her knees stung from the rough impact with a tree root that stuck from the ground. The pain streaked throughout her entire body, head pulsing and feeling like it was about to burst. Logan bit hard on her tongue, but quickly released when her rapidly growing fangs dug deep into it, drawing blood. Redness stained her teeth. Small droplets plopped to the ground, mixing with the dirt.

"It hurts…" she said, tears welding up in her eyes. The potion did not help reduce the pain, but enabled her to keep her human thoughts. Logan shot her hands into her view as dark claws replaced her old, clear ones. Hair sprouted on her arms and body, soon enveloping her. Her body gained the structure of an over-large wolf with dark grey fur and the same emerald green eyes. Around her paws were the scraps of her clothes.

Pain still filled her body, but not as intense just a second before. The wolf nuzzled the clothing, sneezing when the strong aroma of perfume filled her senses. Logan shook her head, new limbs stiff.

The first steps were always the hardest because she was so used to her human way of walking, that those thoughts still remained in her mind as she walked as a wolf. Her eyes scanned the forest floor, sniffing the air. A burnt wood aroma filled the air which made her nose tingle, just like the moment she smelled her clothes.

'It's like transforming for the first time…' she thought, as the moonbeams still surrounded her. Her regular thoughts clouded her mind, something very new to her. She saw the world in a whole new perspective.

Logan jerked her head to her left when a twig snapped. Nothing there… Her tail waved slightly behind her, something that she had also just taken notice to. 'That's going to get annoying.'

Logan started to trot out, not really knowing where to go.

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As she ventured deeper into the forest, she found a perfect circle that was surrounded by trees. The ground was covered with the moon's light and she plopped herself down in the middle. Her front paws were crossed and she looked up to the stars, wondering what everyone was doing.

'Probably asleep…'

There isn't much to do when you're a werewolf and the night's get boring really fast. Forests seem the same wherever you went and the trees seemed to go on and on and on. Logan laid her head on her paws, closed her eyes, and hoped to get some sleep before sunrise.

But sleep was something she wasn't about to catch.

Her eyes opened, but she didn't lift her head. A bloody scent filled her senses when it rafted into the clearing. Then, seven different smells filled the air. Four males and three females; alpha male was the closest to the blood.

'They killed the deer.'

Hunger filled the pit of her stomach and she finally lifted her head. Seven against one wasn't fair, but she was probably bigger than them so she might have the advantage depending on their size. In some cases though, size didn't matter because in a pack of wolves, one wolf always snuck up on the enemy and went for the kill. If she were to get that meat, she'd have to watch her back when approaching because a bigger body carries a larger scent.

Logan stood up, walking calmly towards the scene where the bloody smell was getting stronger and stronger. Maybe she should stand by and wait for the wolves to finish their helpings and take the scraps, but the aroma was absolutely mouth-watering.

She stopped next to a tree where the scent was strongest and watched as the pack of wolves devoured the carcass. The carnivores at stripped most of the meat and a pair of wolves were devouring a leg together, occasionally snipping at one another when they got too close to the other's part.

One of the smaller wolves sniffed the air, looking over his shoulder. He spotted Logan; lips curling back as he bared his sharp teeth. The alpha male peered up to see what the younger one was growling at and bared his teeth also, turning away from dinner.

Wolf-Logan narrowed her green eyes as she stood there, never bothering to growl back. Soon, all the wolves were growling at her, taking threatening steps towards her. The last wolf tossed her head, a deer leg flying out of her mouth and rolled near Logan. She glanced over at it and slowly inched towards it.

Her tongue lapped up the blood before she caught it between her teeth and ran for it, running as fast as she could. Seven sets of paws thumped against the ground, gaining up on her. Logan reluctantly dropped the leg and hoped for the best, but the wolves wouldn't stop; they continued to follow her.

Logan's chest felt like fire as she gasped for breaths. Her lungs weren't allowing her to get the air she so desperately needed. Paws starting to ache because of the excessive running, she started to slow. The pack behind her never slowed, but was slowly gaining on her.

Logan stopped, turning slowly, prepared to fight. Before she could look for the pack, the alpha lunged towards her and clamped his teeth around her neck. A pain-filled whine escaped her as she felt his teeth dig into her skin. Her size difference made it difficult for the alpha to stay on and had to latch on many times, but Logan shook him off every time. Finally, she lashed out at him, her claws catching the side of his face. The attack didn't seem to bother him the least bit and she attacked again and again.

'He's a distraction…'

Whipping around, she knocked a wolf in mid-air and sent the wolf to the side, but as she watched the wolf fall to the ground, another clutched his teeth around her leg and pulled it out from under her, causing her to collapse. Two wolves clawed and bit at her while the others scratched at her face, causing blood to blur her vision. Logan could feel the cuts and forming bruises all over her body as they left her there. She watched as the smaller male took the deer leg as they ran off, leaving her bloodied, wounded, and half-conscious on the ground.

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Early morning…

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Every time she set her right paw down, a pained whimper escaped her. She limped her way towards the meeting spot. Blood was caked into her now matted fur and the wounds on her body were turning purplish-red and she knew that when she transformed back into a human. Pain continued to streak throughout her right front leg.

When she neared the edge of the forest, she could see the rising sun. Not so much as pain, but an annoying buzz filled her entire body as she slowly began to lose her wolf form and back to her human form.

Blood was dried on her skin and nasty-looking bruises covered her arms and legs. Her wrist protruded in an odd way, clearly showing that it was broken. Logan touched her hair matted hair and felt the dry blood stick it together.

Logan bent down the best she could and pulled on her clothes, pain searing through her whenever she turned. She pulled her injured wrist through the sleeve and winced when she bumped it.

Logan looked up when she heard footsteps and saw Professor McGonagall rushing towards her. She stopped short when she saw Logan's state and gaped.

"What happened, Miss Wolfram?" she asked, helping her students off the ground.

"Well, let's just say that some of my "cousins-" She did quotation marks with her fingers. "-gave me a welcome to the forest party last night."

I know, I know, the werewolf scene was short, but it's my first so give me mercy. Review for Logan's recovery!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; J.K. Rowling does.