Hey guys, I am back once again. And hey, look! A new chapter! Okay, so this chapter is longer then the others, and it kept going. So I broke it off into a sort of two part thing, but it won't seem that way with how I did it. A chapter is a chapter! Now, I have changed some of the things and made them different. I know I already have, but I just wanted to put that out there. Writers choice, right? I love reviews, so please... *wink, wink* Review.
Now, without further ado, enjoy. ~JoyfulTrouble
It was Friday, the day the two new schools were coming to Hogwarts. It was just after breakfast, and our first period was cancelled so students could watch the arriving schools show off. Currently most of the students were crammed into one side of the bridge eagerly awaiting their arrival. Harry, Ron, and I were standing in the back, having small conversations and watching the Hogwarts students make a fool out of themselves. I could tell that Ron was just as excited as everyone else, but was trying - and failing - to hold it in. He was probably excited for the fact that Victor Krum was coming along with his school. I personally didn't understand why this was such a big deal. It was just two schools visiting for the tournament. They would come here, participate, and then leave. That's it, that's all. It wasn't some life altering event.
"How do you think the Durmstrang students are going to arrive?" One of the students in front of me asked no one in particular.
"Oh, I hope they come by brooms. That would be so cool!" Another exclaimed.
"Hey, look! There in the water. Here comes a boat!" A First year student yelled, jumping up and down in excitement.
Almost everyone tried their best to get a look over at the water, resulting in many squished students. Ron, Harry, and I, were standing away from the crowd, laughing together at the sight. Over the top of one of the younger students head, I could see what they were talking about. Off in the distance, was a small sail boat coming towards the shore.
"That boat is too small to hold a whole school." A Ravenclaw announced, proud to reveal the fact.
A lot of the students nodding in agreement, some reacted as I did: looked at the Ravenclaw in a Duh, of course it can't, and a very sarcastic, you're very observant look.
"No, but wait! Don't you see it?" The same First year called. Everyone attention went back to the boat in the water. The first year was right. With the many gasps coming from most of the Hogwarts students, the small sail boat seemingly rose from the water. With the boat going higher and higher into the sky, everything became more clear. What once was the small sail boat, was only the lookout to the extremely large ship rising from the waters. The boat, now fully risen from the sea, was heading towards the docks. It was a mix of many shades of browns and reds. From what I understood, the ship must hold the Durmstrang School.
About half of the students, seeing where the ship was heading, ran off towards the docks. Looking to my right, I noticed the vacant area where Ron once stood. Now he was gone and heading towards the waters as well, in a full sprint. I couldn't help but laugh, and when Harry followed where I was looking, joined in.
"I presume that is the Durmstrang boat?" Harry asked, still looking out where Ron was, now shoving students so he could be at the front. I laughed again, looking at Harry in a faux surprised expression.
"How could you tell?" I exclaimed, covering my mouth with my hand afterwards, for extra effect. Harry and I both burst out laughing once again.
It was a few minutes later that the other school made an appearance. I didn't see it coming, but I noticed a lot of students gazes focused out towards the sky, with wide eyes full of amazement. I turned to look at what they were watching right when a blue carriage unceremoniously landed in the field, taking a few chunks of the field with it. I was surprised that they missed Hagrid's hut, because of how near they were to it.
The carriage was normal sized, and defiantly did not seem like it would fit a whole school. They probably put an undetectable extension charm on it. Well, they got some points in my books. The carriage was connected to six winged-horses, white as snow. Beautiful as they are, though, I wouldn't go near them. Since my condition, a lot of animals were very vicious towards me. They probably sense the wolf, and got all defensive. So with that note, let's just say me and Crookshanks are not on the same page at the moment… or any moment for that matter.
The carriage basically stopped and parked right in the middle of the field - how nice of them - and then the door flew open. When the Headmistress of Beauxbatons came through the door, it wasn't what I expected. Out came a very tall women, unnaturally so, with short, brown hair. If anything, I was thinking someone more, stereotypical, of a rich, full of herself, women. But when the students came out, the first thought that came to my head was Ah, there it is! Some of the students looked confused, others looked disgustedly at Hogwarts, but all of them held their head high, wore blue robes, and looked to be utterly freezing.
On that note, I believed I had enough. I watched both schools arrive, now I could go to my room and finish my potions essay in peace. I turned around and headed back to the main entrance, only to soon be stopped by a roadblock made of students. I tried my best to see above the students for what was causing such an annoyance. But what I found was more annoying. The Hogwarts students were waiting and watching happily as the guest schools made way into Hogwarts. This is unbelievable. Just go in with them! They don't need to be treated like royalty.
I went to pushing through the crowd. If no was going to go in, then I would. I made it to the front and was about to go part what seemed to be an invisible barrier, but something stopped me. Not physical, like the barrier I thought was there, but emotionally, mentally. It was like as if and something grabbed me to stop me from moving, grabbed onto my heart; my soul. I looked up to see if anybody was causing this, and that's when I saw her.
Blue eyes.
Alabaster skin.
Straight blonde tresses.
She was beautiful.
As she was walking by with her fellow students, our eyes locked, and something in me stirred. It was the weirdest sensation I ever felt. I knew it was the wolf. The wolf has bothered me in human form before, but never like this. This was different. It felt like the wolf was suddenly awoken from a deep slumber, and now it was furious. It felt like the wolf was pushing and clawing on my insides, trying to break free from the prison that was my body. It was pushing and clawing so vigorously, I was surprised the wolf didn't make a huge hole through my stomach. It was like it was so desperate to break free, to be someplace, that if it didn't get to its destination, who knows what bad things would happen. It felt like that was its only purpose; my only purpose, was making my way forward, to progress in a mission to that one place. The one and only place I would feel happy, be happy; be complete. And that destination was that women. The one with the eyes blue as the sky. Hair that looked as if it was made of silk. The skin that looked so soft and inviting.
Her.
I clung to my stomach in some sort of attempt to stop the feeling inside my gut. The wolf just kept getting worse. Pushing, clawing, biting, anything to get to her. Trying to either escape, or manage to move me closer to the women who was now into the castle. With the girl gone, suddenly the wolf stopped. It grumbled disapprovingly, as if I failed it. Failed to accomplish what it needed most. I had no clue what happened, or why it happened. What I do know is that it had something to do with that women, and I needed to find out.
Fast.
It was the last class of the day. After the guest schools arrived, the classes were resumed, much to many student's disappointments. It was a disappointment to me because I wanted to get to the library and do some research. Out of all the books I read, none of them described any of the things I felt in that moment. Now, it is true that a lot of books on Lycanthropy don't have excessive amount of information. That's because human authors only know a portion of what happens to werewolves. Werewolves never wrote any books, or went to writers with information, because werewolves are looked down upon. There are in some cases that wizards have hunted down known werewolves with the explanation that 'we were saving the community'. So this day and age, many werewolves stay hidden. Including me.
In Third year, I had the luck of having Professor Lupin. Right away he sensed my condition, and helped me in many ways. He taught me most of the things that I could not learn through books. He helped me with the transformation, and how to make it less painful. He taught me how to deal with my heightened abilities, and how to control and hide them. He taught me how to control my anger, and how it was very important to do so. He taught me because if my anger exceeded extreme heights, I might cause a Forced Transformation. What he didn't teach me, was about what was happening right now.
Damn Lupin.
So now I sit in the Great Hall, Harry to my right, and Ron sitting in front of me. My left leg was bouncing up and down, and fingers tapped quickly one after the other onto the oak table. I was getting more and more impatient as we waited.
We were waiting for the guest schools to arrive before we ate. On a normal day, I would have skipped dinner entirely and head to the library. But, oh no, we had to wait and watch as, again, the guest schools made a grand entrance just so they could sit and eat.
Unbelievable.
Ron and Harry somewhat seemed to be in the same predicament as me. Harry had his head resting atop of his arms which rested on the table. Ron I presume is starring at Charlie. When I followed his gaze, I found myself being correct, as there was Charlie laughing at some joke another Huffelpuff had made, which also brought a smile to Ron's face. He can be so predictable sometimes.
"Everybody, may I please have your attention," Dumbledore's voice echoed through the Great Hall. Everybody's attention went to Dumbledore, "As all you know, the Triwizard Tournament is being held here at Hogwarts. And today the two guest schools have arrived to compete. Now, they will be living with us, eating with us, and learning with us. They will be like another student, and I will only accept our best towards these schools. Any disrespect towards the students I would like to hear about it as soon as it happens. Now, without further ado, please welcome Durmstrang Institute of Norway, and Headmaster Igor Karkaroff!"
The doors burst open with a loud smack as the hit the wall. In came dozens of men dressed in dark brown robes; some with fur lining, some wearing fur hats. All of the students were carrying large, willow staffs.
They all marched forward, completely synchronized. The front three were spinning their staff as they marched. I couldn't help but think they looked like cheerleaders with batons. It wasn't until they all stopped in unison, in which something interesting happened. A call was shouted, and they all slammed their staffs quite forcefully into the ground. Lightning instantly shot up through the staff, and a lot of the students gasped at the sight. Few of the Durmstrang students continued to slam the staff into the ground, creating lightning, in beat with one another. The students in the front of the line put their staff on the ground and began to sprint, doing many backflips, front flips, the whole works. Landing on their feet, the quickly pulled out their wands and blew fire. I have to say, it was defiantly entertaining. But my point still stands: Its only dinner.
With the performance done, the Durmstrang students all headed off towards the Slytherin table, and their headmaster, Karkaroff, went over to the teachers table.
"Well done," Dumbledore said, smile on his face. "Now, from our other guest school, please welcome the students from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic from France, and their Headmaster Olympe Maxime!"
I was terrified and excited all at the same time to see this schools entrance, and all because of that one girl. As the beauxbaton students walked in (more elegantly) and I felt it again.
Loss of breath.
Stomach doing somersaults.
Soul yearning.
Wolf clawing, scratching; begging to be free.
The girls ran in, again, elegantly, down the row. Two groups stopped on either side, looking at the Hogwarts students. They sighed as they bowed, causing many of the male Hogwarts students eyes to somehow widen more than I thought possible. They did the same bow up closer to the front; closer to where I was sitting. When they bowed, the same girl from earlier locked eyes with me, and all of the things I was feeling amplify tenfold. Now I was the one who had huge, wide eyes that couldn't stop starring.
They ran up to the teachers tables, and did the same bow, only this time, blue birds flew out of nowhere, and up towards the ceiling, and disappeared with a pop. Madame Maxime, who I just noticed now was walking behind them, made her way towards the teachers table. The Beauxbatons students made their way to the Ravenclaw table, which was sadly behind me, out of my view.
The feeling died down, only a slight hum compared to only a few minutes ago. But all in all, I needed to find out what was going on. What if this was a bad thing? What if I was losing control? And if so, why am I losing control? Oh, this is bad. Very bad.
I hope you enjoyed :) I (sadly) am having a small writers block moment, so i'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can. See you guys soon!