Catching Water (Discontinued, rewrite in progress)

Werewolf

Selene's POV

Bethany had spent the entirety of last night explaining about how her life last summer, and I suddenly felt really bad. She'd kept this all a secret to keep us all safe. We all look at her with newfound respect, but that seems to make her uncomfortable.

"Let me get this strait." Rom says. "Last summer, you were a suspected criminal that ran across an entire continent in ten days to retrieve a stolen lightning bolt."

Bethany nods. "That pretty much sums it up. We should go to bed. It's nearly curfew, and Emily has to get back to Ravwenclaw tower. When we wake up, we can share what we found about Nicholas Flamel.

Hermione's eyes suddenly widen, and she shoots up. "Merlin's Beard!"

When we look at her oddly, she says"never mind, I'll tell you tomorrow."

We make Emily stay for a moment. "We know." I tell her. Without waiting to see her reaction, Bethany and I walk back to our common room common room, aware of the footsteps that start to shuffle to Ravenclaw tower.

Emily's POV

A storm whirls around me. The face I'd imagined to be Voldemort's stared at me through the murkiness. His voice, as I'd imagined, seemed to echo into every single corner of my soul.

'Come and get it!' He hissed. I lunged, but realized that I was standing on the only patch of ground. Voldemort jeered at me, and his figure was clearer. He was exactly how I'd imagined him. His skin was blood red, his eyes as white as a sheet, and they seemed to bore into my soul. His robes seemed to draw in the very shadows of the storm. And he was holding what looked like an enlarged version of an aluminum foil lightning bolt cutout. 

Voldemort pointed the bolt at me and terror coursed through my body.

This isn't real. I told myself. The lightning bolt sends streaks of lightning toward me. Right before they hit me, I hear Voldemort's voice speaking in the distance.

'Now you will die... Werewolf.' 

I feel as if I'm going to stay in eternal blackness, until Terry Boot's voice fills my head.

"Wake up, Emily! We could be late for class."

Never have I been so glad to wake up. I don't know how Bethany can survive the nightmares she has every night.

I thank Terry for waking me up before changing into my robes and rushing to the great hall

Bethany and Selene know. I tell myself. They probably hate me, but I have to explain things to them.

As it turns out, they were waiting for me in the same spot as they usually did. Bethany was taking pictures of the entrance hall.

"What are you doing?" I can't help but ask. "You can see the entrance hall any day."

"Annabeth." She explains. "She's into architecture. I want to take a few pictures for her birthday present." She smiles then. "And I think I scrap booking is my new favorite pastime." 

Selene laughs. "Now I'm even more glad we got you the camera."

Bethany grins. "I've been getting some assorted ones so I could make a bunch of different ones."

Bethany goes on to tell us about what she's planning to do with her scrap booking as we enter the great hall, and over breakfast Selene talks about her wand lore, and I talk about my books. It's just a typical conversation that we might have any day. They don't even look at me like I'm some sort of bizarre killing freak every full moon, which unfortunately is true. Hope fills my heart, and I push the feeling that they hate me aside. Even though they didn't say anything, I thank them for not hating me.

Hermione seems to materialize next to me. "Meet Harry, Ron and I in the library after class" she tells us, obviously quite flustered. She stomps away. 

"She looks sort of angry." I say.

Bethany gives me a solemn look. "Let's just hope she's not unhappy with us.

Dumbledore's POV

From the staff table, I watch Bethany, the demigod, from afar. She'd sent me a warning over Christmas.

"The magical world isn't the only one with a rising villain." Her message had said. "They will be looking for me. They want my power. I will tell you who my father is. Once I can trust you completely."

The message had left me bewildered, and it took all my control to not rush off to the library and not try to find which of the gods was Bethany's father. Her mother had told me that it would be better if I was told, and not if I found out on my own.

The word trust had scared me. Sometimes, I felt as if Bethany could see my secrets and fears. I'd told myself it was silly. But I could tell that I probably shouldn't make Bethany my enemy, or I'd end up chained to the bottom of the black lake. 

I avert my eyes to Harry, watching as he carefully eats a fried egg. The boy was selfless, and made me feel bad.

Arianna. I think. I'm sorry.

Bethany's POV

After classes, Emily decided to go back to her common room to read her book. So Selene and I went back to the common room, where we found Ron and Hermione playing wizards chess.

"Hi guys!" I say. "Where's Harry?"

Hermione shrugs. "Quidditch practice."

Selene and I plop on the couch. Well.. Rather I plop onto the couch. Selene just opened her spell engineering book and stood up again, starting her pacing and murmuring. Finally, Harry enters the common room, soaking wet and covered in mud. 

"Don't talk to me." Ron said. "I need to concentra- what's wrong Harry?"

Harry told us that Snape was refereeing the next Quidditch match. Hermione and Ron had tried to convince him not to play... But he had to. 

After he had them convinced, he sat on the couch and smiled at Selene, who gave him a grin.

"What are you two working on?" He asks.

"I'm working on finishing this scrapbook for Annabeth."

"And I-" Selene cut in. "Am working on figuring out a spell."

Harry furrow his eyebrows. "What for?"

Selene suddenly drops her wand.

"What, Selene!" I ask, not knowing whether to be excited or worried.

She turns to me. "I've got it!"