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Chapter 17

Fenrir's Marks

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Monday, April 24th:

Hermione growled in frustration as she shoved another book into its appropriate spot. She turned abruptly, slamming a rather thick book on the table, staring at her friend through narrowed eyes. Logan was sitting in her chair, propped up on the back legs. Her feet rested on the table, and the girl's head was bent backwards, balancing a quill on the bridge of her nose.

"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed through gritted teeth. "We're supposed to be looking for information on Nicholas Flamel." When Logan didn't bother to answer, Hermione pushed her feet off the table, watching as Logan yelped and fell off her chair.

Logan groaned, standing up slowly. "Somebody's in a bad mood today."

Hermione blew hot air through her nose, plopping down into one of the chairs. "Well, bad days usually lead to bad moods." Logan watched as Hermione flipped through the book, skimming the pages. The green-eyed girl slid into her chair, crossing her arms on the table.

"What's up?" she asked.

Hermione's lips were set in a tight, firm line. Tears filled the brims of her eyes and she quickly wiped them away, even though one slid down her cheek, slipping onto the book's pages. Logan watched as the tiny droplet of water soaked into the old paper, and she flicked her eyes towards Hermione's.

"Hermione…?" she growled.

"Don't use that tone of voice with me!" the girl growled back. The bushy-haired girl flipped another page, pretending to focus on it when it was obvious that she had her mind on other things.

"Tell me what's wrong." Logan said in a low voice.

Hermione sighed in frustration, closing the book shut. "I got a letter from my parents yesterday saying that my cat died." Another tear ran down the girl's cheek. Logan's expression softened, standing up to move over next to her crying friend. Logan rested her hand on Hermione's arm. Hermione turned towards Logan, wrapping her arms around her neck, sobbing into Logan's shoulder.

Being in this stance was awkward. She usually avoided this kind of contact, but Logan's hand patted Hermione's back hesitantly. Hermione noticed the tension and pulled away, smiling weakly. "Sorry…" she muttered, swiping her eyes with her thumb. "It's just…Walter meant so much to me. My parents got me him when I was little."

Logan turned in her chair, clasping her hands together. "Well, if you ever need a cat to hold, I'm sure that Sammy would be delighted to sit with you."

Hermione smiled, laughing a bit. The two girls looked over their shoulders when they heard Madame Pince scold somebody. "You two better not wreak havoc in my library like you did two weeks ago. This room is for studying, not experimenting."

"Yes ma'am; we totally understand the purposes of a library now."

"Indeed, we learned a lot from that two hour lecture you gave us."

"Very good; I'm glad that I got through to you two."

Hermione and Logan listened as Madame Pince shooed the two away, only to see the two and only, Fred and George. They ran over, immediately taking the seats opposite of the girls.

"Ladies, we would like to inform that…" Fred's words trailed off when he noticed Hermione's tear-stained face. He nudged George in the side with his elbow, nodding his head in the girl's direction. "Say George, I think we have a crier on our hands. Let's say we cheer her up, shall we?"

"We shall." George commented back. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a colorful bag consisting of red and orange lines with the words 'Honeydukes Candy Shop' printed across it in bold, green letters. "Go ahead, Hermione, take your pick. We just got them yesterday as a matter of fact."

Hermione hesitated for a moment before reaching into the bag, pulling out a chocolate frog. "See, that's the spirit!" Fred said, grinning. "Now, may we ask what has got you upset?"

Hermione opened the carton and caught the chocolate frog before it hopped away. She shoved it into her mouth, swallowing before she answered. "My cat died a while back and also, Malfoy's been causing me problems."

Logan frowned, narrowing her eyes. "What exactly has Mr. Malfoy been doing?" she asked, popping her knuckles. Great, now her fists were aching to smash the blonde's face in. Hermione sniffled, the once smile disappearing quickly.

"He called me Muggle trash today and said that both me and my parents belonged on the streets." She shook her head. "Usually I don't let his comments get to me, but I guess with all that's happened, it bothered me today."

Logan looked over at Fred and George, who both had their eyes narrowed and lips set in a firm line. "How about it Fred, should he target him first?" George asked, looking over at his twin.

Fred nodded, a devious smile stretching his lips. "We should George and I know just what to do." They watched as Logan shook her head, standing up. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"You two stay here and keep Hermione company. I have some business to attend to."

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Logan stormed towards the Great Hall doors, her hands shoved deeply into her pockets. Students stopped to get out of her way as she pushed the Great Hall doors open with her foot. People from the four tables looked up, only to shake their heads and look back down when they noticed the notorious and not well-liked Logan come in. One person in particular kept their eyes on her…and that was Draco Malfoy himself.

Logan caught his gaze, her lips curling into smirk, and she approached him. Draco watched as her fingers curved into a firm grasp around his shoulders. Her face was only inches from his, close enough for him to feel her hot breath fan across his face.

"So, Drakie, what's this I've heard about you calling Miss Granger Muggle trash today?" Logan questioned him, her grip on his shoulders tightening a bit.

Draco sneered, "Fitting title, isn't it?" When Logan growled, baring her teeth, he whimpered. His back was pressed against the edge of the table, Logan's hands on either side of him. His grey eyes scanned the room, searching the room for any roaming teachers. The grin on the Gryffindor's face widened, telling him that there were none.

"Please, you have to give me some credit. I'm not stupid; I wouldn't just walk in here and attack you with teachers around." The sudden movement of Crabbe and Goyle caught Logan's attention. She straightened, placing one hand on her hip. She waved her other hand at the two goons dismissively. "Alright, settle down you two, I wasn't going to do any harm to your beloved Snakey Prince…" She flashed Draco a wicked and devious grin. "…for now…"

Logan started to leave, but she pivoted around, stepping towards the blonde again. "You better watch it, Draco…I know where you sleep." And with that, she left a very disconcerted Draco and baffled Crabbe and Goyle.

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Logan walked into the library casually, hands deep in her pockets. She was glad that things went so well, but kind of disappointed that Draco didn't fight back. The arguments that they had together always made her smirk throughout the day. Logan turned around the corner to see her table empty, even her bag was gone. This made her frantic because her old sketchbook was in there and if Hermione, Fred, and George saw the picture of the werewolf, they'd know immediately.

Logan's ears twitched when she heard laughing echoing throughout the halls. She rushed out, ignoring the protests of Madam Pince, and skidded to a halt just outside the library.

Hermione was in between Fred and George, laughing at something they said. Logan's features softened when she saw that her friend was in better spirits, but when she spotted her bag which was slung over George's shoulder. She approached them, her hand lifted in front of her a bit.

"Glad to see that you're smiling again." Logan muttered, eyeing her bag.

Hermione nodded, laughing a bit. "They've been good company, but we're all curious to know what you did to Draco." Hermione caught Logan's look and followed it. She nudged George in the side with her elbow. "I think you should give her bag back."

The red-head nodded, handing over Logan's bag which she grabbed quickly. "You guys didn't look through it, right?" she asked, rummaging in her bag.

Fred shrugged, "Well, we have to say that we looked through your 'Stay out' book."

The three gave her a confused look when Logan jerked her attention towards them quickly. "Are you serious?" she asked, bringing out the sketchbook. Logan physically and mentally relaxed when George shook his head slowly. A sigh of relief came from her lips, "Thank goodness…"

Logan opened her eyes when an arm slithered around her shoulders and she looked up to see Fred standing there. "Say Logan, why didn't you want us to look in your sketchbook?" he asked.

"Well…there are some pictures…I don't want people to see…"

"You mean there're pictures of me that you don't want me to see." he questioned, jutting a thumb into his chest and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. George laughed, slapping Fred on the arm playfully.

"Why Fred, my dear twin, she has no time to draw you." George started.

"And why's that, George?"

"Because she's spending all her time drawing me." The red-head grinned, wrapping his arm around Logan's waist. "Isn't that right?" He frowned when she shook her head. "To tell you the truth, I don't really draw people." Logan muttered thoughtfully as she flipped through her sketchbook, making sure to skip the first page. The twins and Hermione stared at her artwork in awe.

"You're really good." Hermione commented, brushing her fingers across the page. "Have you considered becoming an artist?" she asked. Logan shrugged, closing the sketchbook.

"I don't really know what I want to do in the future. Haven't really thought about it really…" She shrugged again, beginning to walk away. "I'll see you three at lunch."

"Where are you going?" Fred called out.

Logan walked backwards, facing them. "I have to go see Professor Snape about something!" She turned back around, her grin quickly fading into a grimace. "I have to go take that foul potion…" she mumbled. Wolfsbane Potion was disgusting to the max that was established.

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"Is there any way to make it sweeter?" she asked, watching the lumpy liquid in the goblet. The young werewolf watched as Snape stood up, walking over to a cupboard. He reached in, bringing down a canister full with the white, crystallized substance known as sugar. The black-haired man approached her with an abrupt stop and gestured for the goblet.

"One spoonful or two?" he questioned.

"Three." Logan replied.

The man gave her a disapproving look before adding the wanted amount to her potion. He returned to his desk shortly after putting the canister away and resumed his grading of the papers. Logan took a sip, smacking her lips, and shrugged her shoulders when the taste was slightly better than before. She gulped down the remains.

"You may leave now." Snape said, never looking up at her.

Logan sat there for a moment, ignoring his request. "I have a question."

"What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Have you ever heard of the name Fenrir?" The reaction she got was surprising; Snape's gaze snapped up to hers, a look of shock apparent on his face. "Where did you hear that name?" he questioned.

"Would you be worried if I told you that the little voices in my head told me?"

Snape narrowed his eyes, pointing at the door. "Out!"

"But…"

"I said out!"

Logan stared at him for a moment before jumping from the table, grabbing her bag. "Fine…whatever."

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Charms was easy, basically review over what they had learned over the year. Logan could hardly believe the end of term was just around the corner, but she had mixed feelings about the situation. Half of her wanted to stay because she would miss the few friends she had-primarily Hermione, the twins, Ron, Percy, and Neville, but the other half of her wanted to get away and return to her cottage where she didn't have to put up with everyone. Sure, at the beginning she liked drama because it was something she never experienced before and brought entertainment, but now it was only a nuisance.

The bell rang and Logan took her time in gathering her books. Hermione was waiting near the door when her friend finally showed up. "The twins said they wanted to show you something so you better hurry to the Great Hall."

Logan smiled, but it faded when her eyes caught sight of a Daily Prophet abandoned on one of the stone benches. She walked over, grabbing it. Hermione stopped shortly, staring curiously at the girl. "What wrong?"

"Hermione, I'll meet you there." Logan looked up from the Prophet towards Hermione. "I need a moment alone." The bushy-haired girl nodded, waving good-bye as she walked away. Logan watched her leave, returning her attention to the paper when she turned the corner. The corridor was deserted, the way she wanted it. Dropping her bag near the bench and shedding her robes off, she sat on the bench, flipping through the pages. She stopped when her eyes settled on a picture of a wolfish man struggled against chains. His hair was matted, teeth were pointed and sharp, almost like hers, and his fingernails were long and yellowish.

Below the picture, Logan read the caption: Fenrir Greyback (top), notorious werewolf and murderer, has finally been captured when he tried to attack a group of children in Harding, a village outside of London. Aurors say that his killing spree is finally over and he will remain in prison until his death comes upon him. Fenrir has been known to infect children during his transformations, so far, fifty-two of them.

The paper floated to the floor.

Her hand covered her mouth.

She left in a hurry, bag and robes gathered in her arms.

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Hermione picked at her food, worried about Logan. It had been a half an hour and she still hadn't shown up. The twins brushed it off as if it were nothing, saying she was probably off on another adventure. Hermione, on the other hand, had a different opinion. The look in Logan's eyes had been worried, not the least bit scared though. Maybe she had gotten so caught up in the Prophet, she forgotten to meet them at lunch. Hermione bit her lip; no that wasn't it; Logan loved food too much to skip it. Another thought popped into her head-what if her friend was going into another one of those states where she was distant and thoughtful, rarely speaking to anyone?

Hermione shoved her plate away, reaching for her bag. She pulled out a book, flipping it open. Maybe words would distract her…

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Logan screamed as she threw a large rock into the lake, water splashing on her. She stood there, face twisted in anger, as she panted heavily. Her insides felt like they were on fire, probably burning with anger. She just learned who infected her with this disease-lycanthropy. Not contagious, incurable, but yet, people stayed away from werewolves like the plague. Ever since she arrived in the Wizarding World, she heard nothing but negative comments on werewolves. It totally escaped people's minds that they only transformed once a month, unless there was a blue moon, but that was once every three years.

Logan dropped to her knees, clenching her fists repeatedly. She heard the bell ring in the distance, though Herbology was the least of her worries right now. As a matter of fact, she wanted to be as far away from people as she could. Her back hit the damp ground as she allowed herself to fall backwards.

"My name is Logan Renee Wolfram. I'm eleven years old and currently a witch at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. My life is a big, blank picture. I speak troll, I'm a werewolf, and I just found out that Fenrir Greyback, notorious werewolf, is the one that infected me."

Her fingers brushed against the scars on her face. "And his marks are so noticeable."

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The bell rang, but Hermione just sat there. The stool beside her was cold and empty; the usually warm body was gone. Herbology was one of Logan's favorite subjects, she wouldn't dare miss it. The bookworm bit her bottom lip, a habit she had picked up. She hurried with gathering her books and rushed out of the room. Luckily for her, Professor McGonagall was walking down towards the greenhouses.

"Professor!" Hermione called out, rushing over to the woman.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" she questioned.

"Logan, she's gone missing! She said she would meet me in the Great Hall, but she didn't show up. She wasn't in Herbology either."

Professor McGonagall's dark eyes scanned her face. "Was she…reading the Daily Prophet by any chance?" Her face turned grave when Hermione nodded. They both looked up when they heard footsteps, Professor Sprout's footsteps to be exact.

"Pomona," McGonagall said breathlessly as she grabbed the plump woman's hand. "Gather the staff together…Miss Wolfram's gone missing." She leaned towards Sprout's ear. "And she knows about Fenrir." she whispered.

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Logan opened her eyes when she felt something drip onto her face. A dog's face was inches away from hers and she yelped, jumping up. Fang whimpered lowly, nuzzling her face with his. Logan rubbed his head, scratching him behind the ears. "Hey boy, glad you're not a werewolf hater." Fang barked in response.

She picked herself up, dusting the muck off her pants.

"Let's go. Everyone's probably worried."

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Hermione, the Weasleys, Neville, and Harry snapped their heads up when the portrait opened, but disappointment washed over them when McGonagall walked in, shaking her head. "Is she here by any chance?" The elderly woman sighed in defeat when they shook their heads.

"Good night everyone." a voice said.

They turned to watch Logan pass McGonagall, her hands shoved deep in her pockets. Hermione jumped up, rushing towards Logan, and wrapped her arms around her. It was awkward for her friend who didn't hug back. Hermione looked up to see the tall girl's eyes narrowed and an angry, yet sad expression on her face. She felt Logan's hand pat her arm a few times before prying her arms away.

"Miss Wolfram, do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" Minerva asked.

"Yeah, I'll have detention, but for right now…" Logan turned around. "I have a lot on my mind and I need to be alone so good night."