𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

wolfsbane potion┃young r‣lupin

You slip from the school grounds, admiring the night sky with a smile. The stars are twinkling, and seem close to you while the moon works significantly as a flashlight.

"Getting out of the castle was easy, it certainly isn't well guarded." You chuckle to yourself, wondering where your night walk will head around.

Normally, you would make your way down toward the quidditch field, or make your way to the nearly deserted Hogsmeade; as there's always other students prowling around, and the Three Broomsticks is always open.

While preferring to be alone, you venture along the outside of the patches of forest that are heavily behind the school.

You drag your hands against the brick and stone, walking along the front now, noting the light and the heavy smoke falling from a hut outside the building.

You know it belongs to the gamekeeper, but can't be quite sure who it is again.

You bring your sweater from your waist, and place it around your body, the wind indicating the cool weather that will be coming in only a few weeks time.

You understand that this is now going to be one of your last nights to sneak out, without getting frost bite in the process.

The night wind whips, and gives the illusion of someone singing, or perhaps calling.

A shiver runs down your spine as a the melody is shattered with a howl ripping through the violent wind, clearly tormenting.

You feet begin to move for the darkened parts of the lot, leaning in towards the Forbidden Forest.

Every sane person would be against every move that you're taking- practically running toward the danger, willing to find danger.

Working to get myself hurt. You chuckle to yourself, against everything knowing that if any of your friends had been here with you, they'd be tugging on the sleeve of your sweater- begging to head back inside toward the safety and a comfy bed.

Your hand grips for your wand, hidden in the length of your pants- walking forward and feeling secure despite the impulsive decision you're making.

Why are you making them entirely? You're not entirely sure, but that doesn't seem to bother you one bit.

Your feet make little noise as your trudge through the grass, making your way toward the first noise that you heard.

It happens again, but this time comes from the left. Your arms come shivering with goosebumps, your body ready to shiver once more.

You listen as the sounds become frequent and louder. You can easily hear the howl, and with it comes a male's terrified screaming.

Your hands begin to shake, your heart shattering against your rib cage- ready to invade- but you push yourself to keep going, your muscles groaning with the power.

You know you hear the sound of a male, and he could be hurt- by the howling creature you just heard. Now, you know you can't stand by listening to howling and cries for any type of relief or comfort.

You begin to run as the man's scream sounds again, wanting to call out. You fumble with the wand in your hand, not sure what spell you'll be needing to cast in order to help- or harm someone.

Althought you are in your sixth year you've mastered every spelt and incantation that has been taught. Yet rare, many of your Professors were teaching you how to cast wandless spells- noting your incredible abilities.

So far, you have mastered first year spells only, the basics.

You'd need your wand, especially with the terror that is sounding so close, so close to your home.