The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 10 - New Chambers

Pandora sat on her bed, feet hanging over the edge and Madam Pomphrey checks her over one last time.

"Seriously Madam Pomphrey, I've recovered now." She said with a sigh. McGonagall standing by her bed rather amused.

"You might think so but you came to me in such a state. I hope all burns won't be this severe." She said while looking her hands over once more.

"They won't be as bad, I had bottled my magic up for too long at that point and draining would of taken too long." I sighed and got up as she finished. I nodded over to Professor McGonagall with a smile and followed behind her.

"I heard you'll have your own personal house-elf too, Her name is Clovi" Professor McGonagall said with a smile.

"Oh, Thank you very much Professor McGonagall. If you see Dumbledore before I do, Please thank him for me." She nodded with an amused smile.

"Oh Pandora I think we are a little further then last name basis. Please call me Minerva when alone." She said and Pandora just nodded.

"Okay"

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She sat on her bed and looked around, the room was rather lavish and seemed to cater to her needs. She lied down and purred softly, the bed was as soft and welcoming as she could dream of. She was told to return to lessons next week. So she stayed in her room. 

"Clovi" She called out, the small smiling house-elf manifesting in front of her bed.

"How can Clovi assist Master Pandora?" She said with a small smile.

"Can you go down to the kitchen and get me strawberry milkshake? I would myself but I'm comfy" Clovi quickly nodded before disappearing. She returned shortly after and handed Pandora the cup. "Thank you so much Clovi, You may go now." 

Clovi nodded with a big smile. "The pleasure is Clovi's, I am very happy to serve you" She then disappeared shortly after. 

Pandora sat there deep in thought, taking notice of the dementor by the balcony though and she gets up and approaches. "What I was comfy." She grumbled.

Pandora's eyes notice the letter in its hand and she takes it. "The fuck? I don't get letters, by Dementors nonetheless."

She eyes the letter expectantly yet confused. She never gets letters from anyone so this is slightly concerning. She definitely would be concerned if she could. She raises an eyebrow at the dementor and shoos it away. 

Her feet patter down to her office and she closes the door behind her, The office was rather dark, The interior of her tower consisted of different shades of red and black, Her office definitely was no exception. She threw the letter on her dark mahogany desk and slouched down into the soft chair behind it. heaving a heavy sigh and leaning forward. Her cold dead hands once again wrapping around the letter and she contemplates opening it. 

Caving into her curiosity, her hands slip under and detach the black wax seal. A black rose was stamped down in the wax, she hummed in confusion and and plucked the rose out, examining it. The realisation hitting her like a ton of bricks to where the rose is from. She gently placed it on the table before getting up and rummaging around, finding a glass dome for roses and taking it back to the desk. 

She placed the rose in the stand and gently placed the dome on top, letting it click in place, before turning her attention back onto the letter.

"Clovi" She spoke aloud, addressing the small house-elf when she appeared. "Please tell Dumbledore to come to my office as quick as possible. It's urgent." The small house-elf nodded and disappeared.

She paced around her office, deep in thought of what the letter could contain. Her hands laced together behind her back. Her office door creaked open and Dumbledore walked in, his blue orbs twinkling as they met her lightless orbs. 

"Is everything okay Pandora?" He asked, approaching her and placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her pacing.

"I don't know Albus, I got a letter. I don't get letters, especially from where it came from and what delivered it. The letter came from deaths land. And a dementor delivered it. So whatever sent it didn't want the letter intercepted." She returned to her seat, Dumbledore close behind her. "They put a cursed rose in the wax stamp aswell. While being useful to brew potions for dead creatures. it is incredibly harmful for the living to come in contact with."

Albus eyed the plant in the glass case then back at the letter. "Did you say a Dementor delivered the letter?" She nodded gently.

"They have birds there too that would carry letters, similarly to owls. But they are known as Shali's. Birds of pure evil but nothing more then a messenger  bird and will follow the word of their owners like it was law. But whatever sent the letter used a dementor. They didn't want anyone to intercept the letter and the wrong person to read it." She tapped the envelope. thinking. "I've never received a letter since Death himself vanished."

She picked the letter up and opened it finally, taking the parchment out and unfolding it. She very quickly recognised the handwriting. 

"A dementor wrote the letter. I can recognise the handwriting." Albus quickly walked behind her and moved his glasses. the writing was scratchy, as if someone wrapped their whole hand around a quill and tried to write. 

"We found the stone of the feline reaper" He read aloud. "Stone?" He looked at her expectantly.

"When death vanished. we all were taken to be the servants of some other creatures. They took away our weapons and hid them in stones which made us weaker. It's how they kept control of us. Promising they'll return them if we behave and they'll destroy them if we acted against them." She explained, staring at the parchment.

"Has any ever been broken before?" He asked softly, she nodded.

"Yeah, They would give back the shattered fragments to the Grim reaper it belonged to. I thought they destroyed mine when I ran away. But apparently the dementors found it. A grim reaper with their weapon gives them other abilities. But the biggest ability it gives is the ability to grip the soul of a living person out of their body, therefore killing them. It's called the reaping process." She sighed softly and looked at him. "If I could have my weapon back I could protect the school by reaping a threats soul out. With your permission of course. That means they won't return. And I can also be able to travel through the air again." 

Albus ran his fingers through his beard thoughtfully and then places his hands on the letter. "Very well then. But I want you to reap a soul explicitly with Minerva or My permission. I'll let her know of this new and rule." 

A smile tugged on her lips and she nodded obediently "Okay."