The Real Wolf Girl {A Harry Potter Fanfic}

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He stood up, brushed himself off and walked to where I was sitting. I stared up at him from the ground. He was a large man, but probably only a few years older me. His black hair was slicked back and his bright blue eyes seemed to glow. He crouched down next to me and the only thing I saw was the werewolf hunched in the doorway of the closet.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a rough voice. I whimpered and shook my head, pushing my back against the wall. "It's okay." He assured me and began to extend a hand. I shook my head one last time and took off running. I had never run so fast in my life. It was him. It had to be him. And now he was even worse. He had used the Killing curse so he was probably a Death Eater.

He caught my wrist and turned me around. Before I could get myself free he pulled me to his chest and trapped me in his arms. My legs wobbled as I sobbed and gave in for the second time in my life. I gripped his shoulder tightly, my nails probably scratching the leather of his coat. He picked me up and carried me to a closed off alley. I wasn't scared of what he would do to me, not anymore.

"It's okay, Isabella." He said softly and sat down on something. I pushed myself away from his chest and looked him in the eyes.

"It is not okay! It's you...you..." I sobbed into the back of my hand and he shushed me.

"I won't do anything." I wasn't concerned about that.

"You already did! And don't think saving me from those men made up for anything because since that horrible night I haven't had anything to live for!" I yelled at him. I watched as his eyes saddened, but I didn't care. I wanted to hurt him.

"Go home, Isabella. And be careful." He said and set me on my feet. With one last enraged look I turned and walked quickly away from him. By the time I got back to the store I was still crying rather hard.

"Isabella, are you okay?" Ashley asked and rushed to my side. I just kept shaking my head and walking. Once I reached the counter I crossed my arms over it and sobbed into them. "What happened?" She asked and rubbed my back.

"He...Ashley he was..." I sobbed and tried to get it all out. "These guys came at me and who knows what would have happened, but he showed up Ashley! He saved me from them, but Ashley, it was him!" At this point I was shaking her by the shoulders.

"Who?" She exclaimed and tried to calm me down.

"The werewolf...the werewolf from that night. Ashley, I swear to Merlin. He knew my name, he didn't deny it when I brought up that night, Ashley I swear it was him." I had lowered my voice, but I still felt and probably looked crazed.