Determination|| Remus lupin

Chapter one

The dark-haired girl slowly climbed down the tree. She was hesitant to reach the ground, unsure of the substance that covered the ground like a disease. It has been a long time since she had seen such things and even longer since she had been outside. But she liked it.

She couldn't remember what it was, but it was cold and glistening white and when she finally reached the ground, she sunk into the substance slightly. She looked at it, a bemused expression on her mud-stained face.

Her feet began to feel numb, so she decided that moving would be the best thing for that. She stumbled through the forest, glancing over her bony shoulder every so often, just to check that she wasn't being followed.

This was the first time she'd lost them properly. A gasp escaped her chapped, bleeding lips, she had reached the edge of the forest. Hidden behind a fence and a little ways across a rocky expanse, was a shack. It was rickety, looked like it was going to fall down, which was potentially problematic, but seemed like a good place to hide.

The moon was big and round, and watched over her as she climbed over the barbed wire fencing, not caring about the scratches she obtained.

She pattered across the rocks, making it to the shack within minutes. The Windows and doors were all boarded up, so she circled the building, looking for a way in.

One of the windows was only partially boarded up, so she took her chance to
kick it open and slide into the building.

Strange noises came from the top floor of the building, and she was curious as to what was going on up there, and after making sure the hole in the window was covered she began walking up the stairs.

Each step she took creaked, but she was surprised that whatever was up there didn't notice her presence.

When she opened the rather battered door at the top of she was surprised to see a stag charge at her. She side-stepped it and watched it run down the stairs. She stopped and stared at it, before coming face to face with a werewolf.

"Oh." She muttered, before spotting a chandelier hanging above their heads. Dodging around the slightly confused werewolf, she climbed onto the bed and from there onto the light fixture.

She watched as a big, black dog and a rat helped the stag keep the werewolf at bay. She wondered why they were there, why would three random animals be hanging around with a werewolf? It made no sense.

She laid her head on her bony knees and closed her eyes, resting for a moment. When she opened her eyes, it was morning, lazy sunlight slipped through the cracks in the boarded up windows, and she could see four pairs of eyes staring at her.

With the four boys watching her every move, she climbed down from the chandelier, to the bed and landing in front of the four boys. She was a rather tall girl, being the same height as the boy who was the werewolf's ear. She looked at them for a moment, before clearing her throat.

"Um... Are you a band of unfortunate were-animals? Or have I intruded on some sort of cult? In which case I'll be going." She said, her voice was hoarse, it had been a while since she had spoken louder then a whisper, they all stared at her in shock.

At last the werewolf boy spoke up. "I am a werewolf, as you probably saw. And we are not a cult, do you needn't worry."

She nodded, before walking forward and patting his arm with her bound hands. "My condolences."

"How did you get in here?" The boy who was once a dog questioned her. She turned to look at him. He had the air of a prestigious man about him, she knew he was a pureblood. He was like them.

She looked at him warily. "I think I might have broken one of your windows. My apologies."

"Don't worry about it, what's your name?" The werewolf boy asked. She frowned.

"It has been a long time since anyone has called me by name." She told them.

"Can you remember it?" A boy with glasses, the one who was the stag, asked her. She thought for a moment.

"I- I'm not sure I can." She confessed sadly.

"Don't worry, it'll come to you. I'm Peter by the way." The boy who was once a rat offered her his hand, she smiled and shook it, he looked surprised at her bound hands, but did notcomment.

"Well, in that case, I guess I had better not intrude any longer." She walked across the room, to the door, but was stopped by the werewolf boy himself.

" We could help you." He suggested, but she shook her head at him.

"No, you have your own problems, you need not be burdened with mine." She answered.

"In any case, if you need help, the castle on the hill is a good place to start." The boy who was once a dog told her. She looked at him curiously.

"You hold a great weight on your shoulders, don't be afraid of them, they like fear." She told him, he stared at her, the fear her words had put on his face made his friends surprised.

"I won't." He nodded to her.

"keep fighting." She squeezed his hand gently, he looked at her and nodded again.

"Stay safe." He said back to her. She nodded.

"I shall."

The other three watched the exchange with wide eyes.

"Are you sure you won't stay?" The boy who was once a stag asked.

"I cannot." She answered. " perhaps we will meet again."

"Maybe we will." Peter nodded.

With that she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the way she had entered and leaving the four boys to stare at the spot she had stood in, wondering what on earth had happened to her.