The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 5 - Full Moon

As the moon rose, Miss Pritchard sat on the floor watching it. Hugging her knees. How did he find out it was her? Werewolf howls echoed in the distance and Dementors glided in the distance. Dementors. Still awful creatures.

She ran her fingers through her hair stressfully and let out a small growl of frustation before rising to her feet. If he could tell that was her, what else did he find out? What would his reaction be to learning she was a monster?

She let out a groan and got changed, wandering to her bed and lying down, slipping into a typical nightmare.

She stood over in the distance, watching an unknown grim reaper prey on an unsuspecting victim. She gripped her cloak and approached silently. The unknown Grim Reaper drew closer to the victim. Only once the moon hit the victim properly, she realised who he was. Professor Lupin.

"Wait" She desperately called out. "Wait No!" She screamed out. Running over but she was too late.

Her vision faded and once it came back, she was covered in blood. She looked down to her feet and saw his dying eyes glaring back up.

"Your nothing but a monster" He spoke hoarsely, before his eyes flickered up and the remaining light of life faded, leaving his eyes empty and void of warmth.

"No! I!" She struggled as tears threatened to spill from her dead eyes. She has never cried before but she was close to. Her grip tightened on a handle. She looked over to see a large scythe. Her. Scythe.

Pritchard sat up in shock, panting heavily. She very quickly jumped to her feet and walked into the bathroom. Splashing her face with water.

"Stop it. It's okay. He's okay. It was just a nightmare. He doesn't know. He doesn't think I'm a monster yet." She breathed out, trying her best to calm herself down.

She gripped onto the sink tightly and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. Her eyes flickered to the clock ticking away. 6.30am. She breathed out a sigh and began to get dressed in my school robes and walked out into the common room.