The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 1 - Return

She sat in the compartment silently, at the back of the train where very few people went because it was damp and dark. Just as she liked it. She didn't socialize much and didn't have many friends because people had this weird aura about her. What didn't help was her red eye, her other was glazed grey. Not by choice, She was blind in that eye, couldn't see a thing, as black as possible. A scar running down over her blind eye and her long mousy brown her hung loosely down her head, over her shoulders and stopping just at the center of her back.

She and only she knew what she was. A monster, even Hogwarts didn't know, she didn't dare let them know. Her kind was not welcome anywhere. Not even at home. They were only seen as property to the Master himself. Torture devices and feral animals. Didn't help they can take the form of feral animals if they so wished to, she being no exception, There was very few of her kind. So instead of just one animal, their abilities gave them the option within a family, So one that can turn into a little cocker spaniel, can also turn into a wolf as long as it kept the same color scheme throughout, some were lucky though.

And She can turn into any cat, Any cat her pathetic heart desired, one minute she could be small domestic house cat, next minute she could be a large lioness running at someone to maul them. She had complete control of herself yes. But her desire to kill took over most times anyways.

The train came to a halt and she looked around confused, it was no-where near Hogwarts. Her eyes darted outside as the window freeze over and a black figure glazed past the icy window. Great. Dementors. She thought irritably, thankfully they won't bother her at all. She sat back and let out a sigh as the train jolted, her enhanced senses letting her know a Dementor has entered the train.

The thing glided to the door and opened it, peering in and watching her for a second. Recognition and bowing respectfully, almost fearfully. Imagine that. A creature of fear actually fears something. She shook her head and closed the compartment door before sitting back down, wrapping her school robes tightly around herself to keep herself warm.

The train started once again and she looked back at the window to watch the ice slowly melt. Dementors. Awful creatures.

Apparently she dozed off because she woke up with a startle, Another nightmare, You see, Her kind are very troubled. They aren't cold and ruthless for no reason. Plagued with nightmares and the urge to protect what is there's against their own kind.

She fiddled with her school robes as she filed out of the train, stumbling behind the crowd as per usual. It felt great to be back at home instead of roaming the streets as a wild black cat. The urge to just go back to her room and rest all too real, but the pit in her stomach begging for food was also tempting. While she didn't necessarily need food or water, and she cannot feel hungry, She still gets cravings. Her gaze looked over the students and she filed into a carriage being pulled by a Thestral. She gave it a small acknowledging nod and the horse-like creature returning an acknowledging nod.

She climbed into the carriage and waited rather patiently. intertwining her cold hands and watching as some people she doesn't know file in, they ask about the seats being taken and just shake her head and motion for them to sit, which they gladly obliged to.

The journey was awkward on her end. They were talking among themselves and that was fine by her, she didn't want to talk to them anyways. Her eyes stayed glued on the castle as the Thestrals took them up the rough terrain, She is sort of relieved that very few can see the creatures. For they are not the most pleasing to look at despite being gentle friendly beasts.

She trotted after the large group and into the great hall, taking her place at the end of the Gryffindor table. She remembered back to the first year because the sorting hat was having major difficulty placing her, only once McGonagall promised the hat she'll keep a watchful eye on her student and keep her safe, did the hat place her in Gryffindor with much hesitation.

Her gaze traced over all of her professors until she landed on one new one, she had no idea who he was, Scars littered his face, his light brown hair hung messily over his face and he looked much older then her, but instantly her intrigue and interest in him peaked.

Dumbledore rose to his stand and did his usual spiel, which didn't really interest her. Until he said,

"And I would like to introduce our new DADA professor! Professor R.J Lupin has kindly consented to fill the role" Her brain took in his name like a sponge, Professor R.J Lupin. Lupin. She smiled softly to herself as she watched him through her hair. She couldn't help but notice yet how sickly he looked, so vulnerable and frail, She wanted to protect him. Someone will have to get rid of her first completely before harming him.

She scurried off with everyone else to their common rooms, but she decided she doesn't need another night filled with nightmares. and instead waits for everyone to fall asleep. Only then does she shift forms and choosing to form into her cat form, her fur as black as obsidian and her scar partially hidden by the fur, Her grey eye more prominent and her red eye glowing softly in the dark. Only then does she slink out the room while her roommates sleep and make her way down into the common room, passing by the empty sofa's and waiting patiently for the painting to open, slinking out once the space is large enough and beginning her journey down to the DADA area. hoping to watch the new professor for a small bit.