The Real Wolf Girl {A Harry Potter Fanfic}

I had just graduated from Hogwarts. I was living with my aunt and helping her run her book store. At that point I didn't really know where I was headed. I had considered starting a shop of my own or getting a job at the ministry, but nothing seemed right. I guess I wasn't ready to be alone...well, not again at least. Actually, I had been living with my aunt since I was fifteen. I assume you would like to know why.

December 26th, Year 5

I was sitting and talking with my parents and little sister. I would be leaving to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow. I was excited about showing off my new stuff to my friends as well as seeing what they got. However, something ruined our peace. Something tore away any perfect happiness that I would ever have.

A werewolf suddenly broke through our bay window and immediately snapped my father's neck. My mother yelled for my sister and I to run. The werewolf snatched her up behind me and I hid in a half open closet. I was too terrified to move and close the door so I just cowered in the darkness and muffled my sobbing with my hands. I watched as he tore my little sister and mother to pieces.

Once they were long gone and the house was coated in my family's blood the werewolf started sniffing around. He was bigger than the ones we had read about in class. He was grey and looked more wolf than human. I took that to be a bad thing. Then I made a mistake. I sniffed.

The werewolves head turned in the direction of the closed I was in and I shrunk further into the darkness. The next thing I know he's pushed the door open and crouching in the doorway. I squealed and I just let my eyes close. After all there was no reason to watch.

The first thing I felt was his wet nose against my face and neck, which tickled and caused me to shiver. He licked me cheek, smearing my family's blood across it and then retreated. Being taken aback I opened my eyes and stared curiously at the monster that had destroyed everything I had ever loved. I'll never know what compelled me, but I reached out a trembling hand.

My hand reached him muzzle and smeared the blood on his fir. My fingers inched up to the softer fur around his ears and he closed his eyes. He nuzzled his head into my palm pushing my hand a bit from the force. He got closer and pawed at my leg. Finally I couldn't take it. I wrapped my arms around the hideous beast that had murdered my family and bawled my eyes out into his bloody, matter fur.