A Werewolf Business Chapter 10:

Elizaveta had barely been at Hogwarts for two days when she was escorted to the Headmistress's (or Headmaster's, she wasn't sure what gender the non-Deputy was) office.

The Professor, a Professor Scamander, didn't answer when she asked why, just looked at her with an odd expression.

Had they discovered that they'd made a mistake? Was she not supposed to be at Hogwarts, after all? Had her mother been sending an angry letter when she discovered that there were no maps of Hogwarts, and therefore no way for her to find out where her daughter is? Her mom could be quite vulgar when mad.

Her musings were interrupted when they stopped in front of a statue of a gargoyle.

'Triwizard.', said Professor Scamander, and as a response the statue spun round and up, revealing a staircase (Was everything protected by passwords around here?, Elizaveta wondered idly) which was spinning upwards. Professor Scamander grabbed her hand as if she was a pre-schooler who was going to cross the street and jumped up on it.

They walked up to the step just below the statue and waited until the staircase had stopped. Then, still holding Elizaveta's hand, Professor Scamander walked towards the door that had come into view in front of them.

She knocked.

From inside came the voice of the (Deputy) Headmistress,

'Come in.'

Once inside, Elizaveta saw three people, two of whom she'd met outside Hogwarts. One was the Ministry person whom had come to tell her parents about Hogwarts alongside Mr. Little, the second one was Mr. Little himself and the last one was the (Deputy) Headmistress.

'What's going on?', Elizaveta had been in the room ten seconds, but she couldn't hold in the question any longer.

'We've got something to tell you, miss Héderváry. Please, sit down.'

Elizaveta sat down, biting her nails.

'Now, there's no reason for biting your nails, Héderváry. What we're about to tell you isn't so very dreadful, though it might shock you.', Mr. Little started in s pretend-amicable voice.

'There's nothing wrong about you, so to speak, but something different. Not an everyday occurrence.', he continued after having paused to catch his breath and, seemingly, to find the right words to use.

'Mr. Little,', the (Deputy) Headmistress interjected, 'perhaps we should just say it as it is and worry about the finer details later?' She'd noted that Elizaveta seemed to get paler and paler with every word.

There was a small twitch in the corners of mr. Little's mouth, but he answered amicably, albeit somewhat forced.

'Certainly.' He turned his full attention on Elizaveta, making sure to look her in the eyes. 'There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it as it is; I failed you and your family, and you're a werewolf.'

Whatever reaction the four adults had expected, the thoroughly confused and puzzled look on the child's face was the furthest thing from their mind. The only thing that would've been further had been if she'd grinned or burst out laughing.

At length she said,

'You mean, werewolves exist?'

'My child!', mr. Little exclaimed (Elizaveta cringed at being called "my child" by anyone not her parents), 'Yes, by Merlin they do! And you're one of them! Although through no fault of your own, the blame lies fully on me.'

'How?', Elizaveta asked as it seemed to be the only thing she could (and should) say.

'When you were three on a moonlit night,', mr. Little turned around as if he suddenly couldn't bear to have anyone watching his face, 'you somehow managed to get out to the small, enclosed garden at the Muggle Hungarian Embassy.'

'Yes, and I was bitten by a big wolverine, wasn't I?'

'Well, to the best of my knowledge you were never told what you were bitten by.', mr. Little momentarily derailed before shaking his head and getting his head back in the game, 'Either way, that was really a werewolf. We managed to chase the werewolf off, but by then it was already too late; you'd been infected!'

Elizaveta latched onto a word she'd found curious,

'" We"?'

'Mr. Little wasn't the only one sent to protect you and your family.', the Ministry person (Elizaveta couldn't for the life of her remember his name) spoke for the first time. 'The older you got; the more people came. You see, your powers showed up rather early, and damage control was needed.'

Elizaveta nodded, but there were still questions burning on her mind.

'Why haven't I ever transformed? I mean, I know I wouldn't have remembered whatever had been going on whenever I was full werewolf, but I think I would've noticed if I woke up with my clothes in tatters or felt an agonizing pain on the night of a full moon … or something!'

'You're right; or rather, you would've normally been right. Luckily for us, your parents (and you) were easy to persuade for you to eat vitamins. Instead of giving you regular vitamins; you've been given anti-werewolf pills. They've stopped you from turning, ever. You only feel a little lethargic and your strength goes up. Which is, incidentally, what those metal bracelets of yours has been all about; to control and subdue your inhuman strength.'

Author's notes:

I just had to have a werewolf, and I just had to make Elizaveta that werewolf (because she's my favourite Hetalia character). And I also rather neatly, so I thought myself, explained the metal bracelets.

By the way, I hope you paid attention to this chapter; something in it will be vital later.

In the next chapter:

'Do you want to tell me about it?

Elizaveta looked at the taller girl with her comforting aura and nodded.