*Third- Person P.O.V.*
He stood watching, hidden in the shadows of the Great Hall. He listened as she played, her body slowly moving from side to side and her eyes closed.
The amount of peace that seemed to rush over her was astounding. Within seconds she no longer looked like the nervous Gryffindor she was before. She now had an aura of confidence and looked as if she had found home.
Little did she now, he would soon burn that home down also.
He had been planning for ages, and for a while, he managed to stay away. But when he awoke this morning, knowing she had had yet another one of the dreams her mother had left her, he just couldn't keep his distance. And yes, he knew about the dreams, simply because they had been his idea.
Yes, he knew Elektra's mother. They had once been friends.
Fuego moved farther into the shadows as more students began to file into the large stone room and kept thinking of his past. He and Elektra's mother had once been very close. But of coarse, only she had meant it. He had been faking the entire time he knew her.
See, what happened was that Fuego himself had just started hunting for pure-breed werewolves after one had killed his wife out of boredom. Boredom. How petty.
He shook his head and continued the journey into his past.
When he wasn't getting anywhere with his hunting, he decided the best way to kill a wolf was to befriend it. He had no trouble finding one, but whenever it came down to killing one, they would always outsmart him in the end. But not this time.
He met Elektra's mother, Elouise, one night and pretended to be a confused werewolf. Someone who had just been turned and had no idea what happened. Elouise ate it up, and soon he had a place to stay in the spare room of her home. He was kept a secret from the young Elektra though, because Elouise had yet to explain to the child about the difference between turned and pure-breed.
Fuego had gotten Elouise to trust him, and after awhile she began to tell him whenever something has wrong.
"I don't want to leave my daughter unprepared one day." She said suddenly one afternoon when her and Fuego were strolling through the garden.
Fuego, being the selfish person he was, always loved a good game when hunting, so he convinced her to leave her caught small dreams that she would see in the future, when she could finally understand.
"Are you sure that's the best plan? I don't want to confuse her when she's older." Elouise looked at Fuego with her supernatural blue eyes, but all he felt was hate. That was all he ever felt.
" Trust me, this will make it harder for anyone to hurt her." And he could barely hold back his evil smirk as he said so.
In the end, after many days of debating, Fuego was getting tired of waiting for Elouise to act. He used magic to lure Elektra down to the room Elouise and her husband held the secret meetings. When Elouise found her daughter standing in the hallway and the others started trying to convince her to erase Elktra memory, Fuego could see that she had finally decided.
And after a few months of waiting for Elouise to give her child as much information as possible, Fuego also convinced her it would be best if Elektra finally met him.
And on that planned night, once Elouise had set up her home properly and told Elektra they were having a guest, Fuego finally put into action what he had been waiting a long time to do.
He burned they're home, every square inch, and then purposely let Elektra free so he could have a little fun in the future. He became one of the best known werewolf hunters ever.
He had waited many many years, using many different spells and potions to keep him alive. He was simply a wizard. Nothing more, nothing less. He wasn't supposed to live as long as he has. But he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to kill Elektra. She was to be his last victim. And he had waited long enough.
But he still vowed to himself that he wouldn't hurt her until the thousandth full moon she had changed at. And that was in a mere two weeks.
Just fourteen more days, and he could finally do his last act and pass away from this world peacefully, having fulfilled everything he had ever wanted.
He pulled out his wand and muttered the spell he had invented years ago in his free time waiting for Elektra to age. It took him directly to his lab, a stone room under the earth in the very center of the Forbidden Forest.
He looked around the stone room and smiled evilly. Fourteen days was nothing compared to the hundred years he had been waiting to take down his best werewolf yet.