This Twisted Story

Prologue

Hi! This is my first fan-fiction so please don't judge too harshly!

(I do not own anything but my OC, though I don't support her, all rights go to J.K Rowling)

What happens when a werewolf has a child? There's a reason the Ministry Of Magic banned werewolves from procreating. But that didn't stop my mother, Serrina Quicksilver. My name is Moonstone Wilk and I am half wolf, half witch. It seems like a cruel joke, to name me Moonstone, considering the circumstances. but that's my mother for you. Said she named me that because the moonstone is the stone of new beginnings. It's one way to look at my situation, but the way I see it this is just another convoluted middle of this twisted story, a story that spans millennia all the way back to the first werewolf.

I was born under... interesting circumstances. If I had been born any other night I might have been fine, I might have had a few unpleasant side effects from being half wolf and that would be the end of it! But no. I had to be born on June thirteenth, 1960, 11:37. Which in case you hadn't realized, was a full moon. That's right. I was born when my mother was in her wolf form, which in turn messed with the abilities I inherited. I don't know how my mothers condition would have shown in me if I was born under normal (or as normal as you can get considering) circumstances, or for that matter, if my father, David Wilk, was a muggle. But as my birth was decidedly not normal, my abilities were... different than expected.

Because my mother was in wolf form I have enhanced strength, speed, and senses. Those abilities were not a huge shock considering that I am the first half wolf child and these things could be expected. The surprise though is how my shifting abilities manifested. I was born with two forms: my human, and my wolf. I can control when I shift, and the closer to the full moon we are, the less energy I need to expend to do so.

My wolf form more closely relates to that of an animagus than that of a werewolf, meaning that the human half of my brain is more or less in control. most days. but the closer to the full moon it is, the more my wolf presides over me and my mind, human or not. But in turn unlike most werewolves the closer to the full moon I get the stronger I am, when usually for a werewolf they tend to show signs of sickness when near a full moon. On the full moon it's the hardest to resist the urges. Unlike regular werewolves I keep my rational thinking, but for example if I came across a human, the urge to attack would be overpowering and I would struggle to resist the reflex, no matter what form I was in. though it is always easier to resist the impulses in human form than my wolf form.

Considering my condition it was imperative for my existence not to be discovered, for if the Ministry was to find me, for lack of a better term, I would be in deep shit. How would they even know I exist? Well my mother was having trouble with the pregnancy and eventually she cracked down and went to St Mungo's. The problem? Mungo's keeps patent records, and my mother was registered as a werewolf in the Ministry's files, So when my mother went off the radar. It didn't take long for them to put two and two together. The only bit of luck we managed is that they have know idea who my father is, even though my birth was registered with them, my mother used a fake name so they just assumed that she was a muggle who left my father after she found out that he's a wizard. Actually it was my father who left. when he found out that mother was a werewolf and about my, uh, situation, the asshole strait up left! taking everything with him. If I ever see him again, I'll have a few very strong choice words for him.

I didn't have a 'childhood' . I was forced to grow up from the moment I was born. To make sure that the Ministry wouldn't find us we were constantly on the move, I learned the hard way to never grow attached to things at a young age, chances were that I would lose them somewhere down the line. My mother taught me survival skills: how to fight, to pick locks and pockets, to find food in the wild, how to lie, how to tell when someone else is lying, to never show fear. She also taught me muggle skills, maths, English, science. She explained most wizards/witches' views on werewolves and (some) purebloods views on muggles, and why they're wrong.