He supposed it was just the history of the shack that caused the foreboding demeanor that emanated from the walls of the tunnel and seeped into every pore of the body of the boy now walking down it, but there was definitely something he did not like about the air down there.
Draco Malfoy prov
Draco Lucius Malfoy looked up at the towering silhouette of Hogwarts behind him.
It was indeed a rather beautiful sight. He had to admit. Though he would never say something like that aloud, it was a surprising amount of work to keep up his stuck-up pure-blood demeanour, it was actually a great expense to his energy.
That was why he was headed towards the shrieking shack. He had heard Potter talking with the Weasley twins about how to get there last year, and had only just remembered it. He figured he might test this theory of a secret tunnel, and since he was going to find a quiet spot anyway, he might as well be doing something interesting while he was at it.
Draco picked up a stick and prodded the not on the trunk of the whomping willow, which immobilised the flailing tree, allowing him to slip into its depths.
He supposed it was just the history of the shack, that caused the foreboding demeanour that emanated from the walls of the tunnel and seeped into every pore of the body of the boy now walking down it, but there was definitely something he did not like about the air down there.
The ominous noises coming from beyond the trapdoor above Draco's head stopped him short. He pulled out his wand, there weren't any wolves at Hogwarts at the time that he knew of, but he supposed there could be...
He contemplated turning back, after all, he could always come back on a different moon, not the full...
The idiotic temptation of opening the trap door above him won over, an urge of curiosity as to what lay above, overwhelming the desire to flee to safety.
He knew he was being downright stupid, that this simple curiosity was what would surely be his downfall.
but somehow, he wasn't just curious,
somehow, he knew what waited above him. Somehow, he knew that whichever way he turned,
whether towards or away from the trapdoor above him,
to or from whatever horror lay above him,
He knew it would change his life for good.
He knew it would change the life of the wolf,
waiting to ambush him,
as he opened the trap door,
and felt the stinging bite,
as he poked his head and shoulders through, to see,
what can only be felt,
As he blacked out.
And so he did.
Hermione Granger prov
Hermione woke with a start, as a flashback interrupted whatever meaningless dream that had previously ruled over her brain, currently still in its tired stupor.
"Malfoy?" she asked into the darkness, not fully expecting an answer.
She received a grunting moan in reply. She sucked in a breath.
"No!" she gasped, falling back down onto the pile of pillows that had been previously supporting her.
She supposed it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
She hadn't killed him.
That was good. But...
The thought struck her like the wait of a hippogriff.
She would be expelled.
She had bitten another student.
The tears seeped silently off of her face and into her hair, soaking her shirt neck in salt. Small whimpering noises emanated from the girl's throat, as the salt of tears long-awaited to be shed streaked down her face. Leaving an unremovable and unresolvable mark, not outside, but in.
Minerva Mcgonigal prov
Minerva Mcgonagall was in the middle of grading an escalate transfiguration essay from one Hermione Granger when she had been interrupted.
Madden Pomfry came streaking into Minerva's office a bit too early to be an adequate time to call on the professor.
Minerva raised her eyebrows, "yes, Poppy?" the nurse took a moment to catch her breath, she had obviously run.
"Its, Granger, Minerva, she bit-"
Magonigal stood up so suddenly, you might have thought her chair was a spring.
"Poppy! Who did she bite!" Poppy looked slightly alarmed, "it's the Malfoy boy..." Minerva scurried around her desk and out the door, flying down the corridor with a still shocked Poppy Pomfrey behind her.
Harry Potter prov
"Where's Hermione?" Harry asked Ron as he came back through the portrait hole from Divination. "I don't know, I thought she was in ancient runes, but she should be back by now, ya?" said Ron, looking confused.
The two boys ran down the hall to the hospital wing, thinking Hermione might have gone there for some reason, having already checked the library, the common room, and the great hall, having come up empty-handed.
When Ron and Harry entered the infirmary, however, it was only to find an Irritable looking and sweaty faced madam Pomfy blocking their way.
"Out! Out! No visitors today, NO. Potter, I don't care. And you too Weasley!"
She ushered them out the doors and slammed them, locking the boy's out effectively.
"Blimey, she's in a mood, wonder what's going on in there, do you think?" asked Ron, looking quite flabbergasted.
"I don't know, just hope it isn't Hermione..."
The boys headed off down to the great hall with worried looks on their faces, and a great deal of thoughts swimming around in their heads.
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Wolf Claw
Fanfictionwhat happens when on a full moon, Draco Lucius Malfoy was going to the shrieking shack for some quiet, not knowing that there was still a wolf at Hogwarts. What happens if he was bitten, causing him to not only transform at the moon's height but to...
