The Real Wolf Girl {A Harry Potter Fanfic}

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{Sorry the title on the cover is kind of messed up. I had I feeling it was going to be to big. Anyway, I've been resisting the urge to compose a story with this topic for some time. Last night I finally came across the right approach and just had to do it. Enjoy! ....and you should, because this is probably the only one of the topic not full of lemons...'cause they're gross >.< }

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Present Time

"Isabella!" I jumped and blinked my attention back to my best friend. It was Sunday so the store wasn't open, but we were hanging out as we usually do. "We're you thinking about it again?" Was it that obvious?

"Yeah, sorry." I said with a sigh. "I just...I just can't believe how stupid I was for doing something like that. I feel like I betrayed my family." Instead of wanting to cry I just spoke louder and more hysterically.

"Isabelle, don't freak out about it. You just needed a warm body." She said and rested a hand on mine.

"Yeah, a warm body who just happened to have murdered my parents and little sister! That is not okay!" I yelled and slumped my shoulders. "Olivia would be a sixth year now." I said sadly.

"Look, I know it's not good for you to hold it all in, but don't get so upset about it." Ashly tried to console me, but it wasn't going to work.

"I...I'm gonna go for a walk." I told her and pulled on a jacket.

"Be careful." She told me sternly. He-who-must-not-be-named and his followers were just starting to terrorize the wizarding world. It was kind of stupid for me to be doing this, but hey, it's not like I have anything to lose. I haven't had much of a life since my family was murdered.

"Yeah, yeah." I mumbled and walked outside. It was cool and dark. Not a lot of people were out so I didn't have much to worry about. I wandered around, staring up at the stars and wishing I had a purpose in life again. Recently it had gotten so hard to function...

"Hello." Someone said coolly. I simply ignored the drunken man and kept walking.

"I believe my friend was talking to you." Another slurred and grabbed my shoulder. I whipped around and was just about to grab my wand before I was pressed up against a wall. The man started kissing my roughly, trying to force his tongue down my throat. I kneed him in the groin and he fell back into his buddy who was pleasantly watching.

The man scowled and slapped me hard across the face. I rubbed my cheek and tried to recover from the shock. Luckily I didn't have to. A man shot out of the shadows and tackled the one who had hit me. The other man cursed under his breath and ran off, only to be hit by a Killing curse.

"Didn't daddy ever tell you not to hit girls?" The man growled in the other's ear just before he snapped his neck. The sound echoed in my mind and my eyes went wide. On that night I had heard the same sound come from my father. I slid down the wall and stared in horror at the man who had saved me.