Running With The Wolves {Marauder's Era} [Harry Potter Fan-Fiction]

Chapter One The Letter

"Autumn! Autumn! Wake up! It's your birthday! It's your birthday! You gotta wake up!" Jackson screams in my ear as he jumps on my bed. I just groan, and roll over. Falling asleep again. I feel Jackson get off, and leave. With that comforting thought in my mind, I find myself slipping back into a deep sleep. My dream of a cute boy gets interrupted by water being sprayed at me. I sit up, and grab my nerf gun that I hide under my pillow. It's homemade ammo that's designed to hurt, but not kill. I shoot it faster than my target can say nooo.

"Damn it Autumn! Why do you keep that thing under your pillow? Do you know how much that thing hurts?" He asks clutching his arm.

"No, it's my gun, no one can fire my own gun at me." I say while smirking. I remember I was always afraid someone would shoot my gun at me, and then when anyone would try to shoot it unless they had my permission, the bullet would hit them straight in the eye. It's honestly quite hilarious.

"Whatever. Let's just go down to get breakfas-." I cut him off there.

"FOOOOOD!!!!" I scream. I don't even care about my hair, I dash out of my bed, and slide down the banister, I them casually walk into the dining room. "Good morning Riley, you look energetic. How are you today, Morgan? I'm doing great thanks for asking. Hi Ms. Griffins. Guess what today is?" I ask with a cheeky grin as I start to do my happy dance.

"I don't know, is it-?" I cut her off there. I really have a thing for interrupting people today.

"It's my BIRTHDAY!!!" I scream. I fully go into my happy dance. I can feel all the weird stares, but I honestly don't care right now. All I care about is my birthday, and food. Speaking of food, I plop myself down in my regular chair, and start stuffing my face with anything I can get my hands on.

"Sometimes I'm surprised you aren't a guy." Ms. Griffins mutters as she walks away.

"I heard that!" As a matter of fact I always hear what everyone has to say. Can I tell you guys a secret? I'm a werewolf. I was born not bitten, so it's a lot easier for me to control. Now I just shift using an anchor, my anchor's Jackson just in case you were wondering. He knows, and he's really supportive of the whole thing. A couple days ago, a different werewolf bit him, so when the next full moon comes we're gonna find out if he's one too. I wouldn't wish this on anyone, but I am extremely happy that I might actually have someone with me when I do shift.

As I'm stuffing my face with waffles, Jackson comes barging through the doors.

"Aut!! You got a letter!" He screams. With that, I actually look up from my food. It almost feels impossible for me to get a letter considering I haven't gotten letter in eight years. I'm eleven now, which means I was three when I got my first letter. I got the letter a day before my parents were killed. It was a letter allowing Jackson and I to go to a preschool, but it was thrown out when we were put here. It's kind of sad that I still remember, but considering I have photographic memory it makes it impossible to forget something. The weird wizard people tried to put a memory charm on me, yes I know about magic, but for some reason it just didn't work on me. Another weird thing is that when I shift into my werewolf form I never forget who I really am, so I never have to worry about hurting anyone unless I get mad. I get mad easily which is Jackson is constantly around me, making sure I'll be alright. *sigh* I love my amazing "brother".

"Let me see that." And just like that my thoughts were snatched away, literally. I see Ms. Griffins with my letter in her hand. It's taking everything in my power not to go over there and bash her head into the table. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Talk about a stupid prank." I watch in horror as she burns the letter. That was my one chance at getting away from this awful place. Jackson was hiding his letter in his pocket, I could tell from the way he was standing, plus his birthday was a day ago. Another reason as to why we are the bestest of friends. Hogwarts sends a letter to every witch or wizard who is eleven.

I'm once again shaken out of my thoughts when I get out of my chair. It must've been instinctive, or else I don't think I would've had the courage to do it, who am I kidding? Of course I would've! Her face right now is priceless! She looks like she's about to shit her pants! That's how scared she really is. It's very amusing if I'm being extremely honest.

"How dare you throw away that letter?! It was not yours, and you have no right to it!" I state starting to raise my voice at her. One of the ways Jackson and I survived was because of my anger. Everyone was far too scared of what I would do to them if I got angry enough.

"I'm so-." She starts to whisper, but I cut her off.

"Don't you dare even try to apologize to me! I don't want to hear a word out of your stupid mouth! You don't give a damn about any one of us, and don't you dare act like you do! I hope you have a great time rotting in Hell!" And with that I storm away. When I come back to my senses I'm in my bedroom, and I'm packing up my bags. I have nowhere to go, but anywhere must be better that this place.