Not The Only One // A marauders era fan-fiction \\

The Letter

*Freya's POV*

Blood. A lot of blood. Everywhere.

That's the first thing I saw when my eyes fluttered open. Not a very pleasant sight I know. I tried to sit up but felt pain flare up my right arm as I used it lift myself off the ground.

I looked at my arm. Absolutely brilliant, a huge gash. I touched my face only to find it covered in scratches. I winced. I'm in the middle of the forest, a very thick old rope still tied around my ankle, which was now bruised and sore. Definitely not my type of mornings.

Thank heavens the rope didn't snap or I didn't find some way to escape while in my werewolf form. Being put out of my misery is surely not what my ambition is. I slowly untied the rope, whimpering a little from the pain. After I untied it, I got up unsteadily, black dots danced, clouding my vision.

After a while, my vision cleared and I made my way slowly towards the tree where I hid my bag. Well, the bag isn't actually mine, I stole it from this witch at Diagon Alley. It's enchanted so it can fit almost everything you can imagine. Try a lorry, it'll fit.

I took out some bandages and wrapped it around my wounded arm, then I got out my water bottle and drank it till the last drop. I stuffed it back in and gobbled down a sandwich which I stole from a small kid yesterday. Cruel? Yes. Not that I fancy doing it.

Then, I stumbled out of the forest, being careful not to trip over any roots and hurt myself further. Once out of the forest, I did not expect an owl to swoop down and drop a letter on top of my head.

The owl must've delivered the letter to the wrong person, I was just about to call the owl back when I saw the words written on the front. It had my name on it and the place where I transformed last night, along with the Hogwarts logo. I ripped it open and read, not believing what my eyes were showing me. No way!

I read it over and over, scanned it to make sure it wasn't fake, and it wasn't. But. It can't be! Attached to the letter were two other letters, one about the stuff I needed to buy, like I can even afford it, and another note. The note was written in neat cursive writing :

Miss Lowell,

Meet me in the Leaky Cauldron at 12.

Albus Dumbledore

It was short, but it was from Dumbledore! The headmaster at Hogwarts. I must be dreaming. To be sure, I slapped myself which didn't help the scratches. Nope, definitely real. I fumbled around my bag and took out my watch to check the time. 10 50.

Diagon Alley was about an hour and a half walk from here, and due to the condition I'm in, it would take at least two hours. Brilliant. Note the sarcasm.

I tried to hail a muggle cab, but thought better of it. I don't have any muggle money and I look like rubbish so I doubt that's a good idea. I sighed and decided that I'll just have to explain why I'm late to Albus Dumbledore.

When I finally reached the Leaky Cauldron, I was already ten minutes late so I rushed in, it's not nice to keep people waiting. I probably look terrible, I tried cleaning up on the way here, but I probably still reek and look terrible, ah well. I looked around but didn't see any Albus Dumbledore anywhere. I slumped my shoulders, I should've known, it might be a trick.

I turned around and was about to leave when someone placed a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. I turned around, looked up and met the twinkling eyes of Albus Dumbledore. My mouth hung slightly open.

" Good afternoon, Miss Lowell, I'm Albus Dumbledore, " he introduced himself. No, shit. " H-hi, s-s-sorry I'm late, " I stuttered and let my eyes wander down to my shoes. He chuckled and waved his hand in the air dismissively, as if sweeping away the problem.