The Prisoner of Azkaban ~Ila

Chapter 1

The night seemed to take forever to get here, I paced the dungeon restlessly, checking and re-checking the locks to make sure I wouldn't escape. Like last time. I whimpered and crouched in the corner my arms over my head, rocking back and forth.
The clock above in the manor chimed 10'o'clock, and I screamed. Not a small scared scream, but one of pure terror and pain. I fell to the floor, and kept screaming and thrashing. I heard the rip of my clothes, I threw my hands down from my head. But what landed with a thump were two huge black paws. Huge black bat wings sprouted from my back as I screamed in pain again. No. I roared now. Two white fangs stretched from my muzzle. I collapsed panting heavily. The pain was gone now, I snarled my lips wrinkling back from my teeth. I paced the huge room, swiping the stone walls with my claws. I howled for my parents, even though I knew somewhat that they wouldn't dare come to me while I'm like this.
I lay down my long tail swishing behind me, I couldn't lay still for long though before I leapt up, flapping my wings behind me, lifting me as high as I could go. I screeched and yowled furiously, swiping my claws along my legs, chest, belly, and my head. The urge to kill, to rip and tear into warm flesh was over powering.
I didn't sleep all night, I never could. It was just before dawn when I changed back to myself. I lay on the stone floor, shivering and crying. My long brown hair fell past my shoulders, I sobbed and sobbed for a while before my mom walked in with a thick wooden blanket. She draped it over my thin shoulders and held me close.
"It's okay Ila, you're safe now," she soothed gently.
I buried my face in her chest, breathing in her clean berry scent that always hung around her. It calmed me down enough for me to heave myself up off the floor, my mother smiled and stroked my cheek, I closed my eyes and leaned into her hand, purring slightly. A strange reaction from my curse, I was half like the creature I morphed into.
"It'll be okay," she said again.
She turned up the stairs and shouted, "LIBBY, come and see to Ila NOW."
A loud CRACK and the family house elf turned up in the dungeon with us.
She bowed low her long nose skimming the ground, and spoke in a terrified squeak, "Libby is here to serve mistress Ila, Libby lives to serve the house of Moretz."
My mother nodded briskly, turned and swept up the stairs. I turned to Libby and smiled, my only friend in the whole world.
Libby held out her little hand, "come along mistress Ila, Libby will dress you and comb your hair, Libby will make you look desirable as always."
I smiled again and took her hand As she lead my up the stairs along the huge corridor to my room. I sat on my bed, I saw Libby pull out a long sea-blue dress. I stood up slowly, "Libby no, I just really want to sleep right now."
Libby turned to me a look of panic in her violet eyes, "n..no, mistress Ila, Libby must dress you, madam Moretz insists that you join her today."
"Okay, okay Libby, dress me as you will." I soothed her gently. I knew my mother didn't like Libby much, and that she didn't treat her like I did.

I sat in my stool like a statue, as Libby tended to my hair. Libby knew my secret, and she understood me when I turned into that..thing. But I never called for her, I was always scared that I would turn on her and slaughter her in my haze.
"There we are, mistress Ila, all done. Libby is very pleased with this work." Libby squeaked happily. I turned and hugged her tightly. "Thank you Libby."
Libby beamed at me. I rose slowly, and walked out to see why my mom wanted me.
She was pacing in the lounge room, another man was with her, sitting peacefully on the grandest chair in the room. Twiddling his thumbs, his long silver-grey beard was the longest I'd seen. I halted for a minute before walking to greet him.
"Hello sir, I'm Ila Moretz."
He gazed at me over half-moon spectacles with piercing blue eyes, I felt he could see right into my soul with one glance.
"Ah yes, Ila. Now before we get down to business, I'm Albus Dumbledore, or to you now. Professor Dumbledore." He smiled warmly.
I backed up nervously, "are you a doctor?"
"Ila!" My mother scolded.
Professor Dumbledore held up one hand and she fell silent, "it's quite all right Chloë, this is a new thing for me to as I'm sure you know." He gave her the same piercing stare and she nodded mutely. He turned back to me, "now, no Ila I am not a doctor. I am a professor, at a school. A school of magic." He stopped as I gasped. How could I have a place at the school with everyone else?
He must have sensed my distress, "you thought given your..uniqueness that you would not be trained as the witch you are?" He said gently.
I shook my head, he smiled and reached into his pocket. A wizard with pockets?
And produced a letter, of thick parchment and emerald green ink writing and handed it to me.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT & WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (order of merlin, first class, grand sorc..chf
Warlock, supreme mugwump, international confend of wizards)

Dear Miss Moretz,

We are pleased to inform you, that you have been accepted in a place of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1st. We await your owl by no later then 31st July.

Yours sincerely

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

I look up at Dumbledore and my mother in shock, before I burst out into tears.
"Now Ila, we don't need an owl of confirmation, would you like to come to school here?" Dumbledore said gently.
I couldn't speak, for the tears but I nodded excitedly. I couldn't wait.
Dumbledore nodded briskly, he stood up and held his hand out to me. I hesitated before taking it, he shook it gently. "I look forward to seeing you at the start of term feast, now The rest of the letter is enclosed with everything you need Ila. Good luck."
He turned and swept out the door, I turned to my mother and squealed excitedly, "I'm going to Hogwarts mom I'm going!"