The Watchers Destiny

Chapter 18- First Full Moon

A week passed and I settled amongst the women here, becoming very good friends with Laurentia. I found out that she was seventeen, like me, and had been forced to leave Beauxbatons in her second year because of the attack. It was a couple of nights until the 9th of January, the first Full Moon of the year, which was important to the Werewolves. Everything seemed relaxed on the surface, but I could feel the tension running through the camp. It was the Full Moon being so close that made Laurentia tell me her and Levicie's story, of how they became Werewolves.

We were sat to the side of the others, away from the children. We were sewing a couple of robes in the style of Laurentia's, only much more decorative. I had used a charm on some of the stones, turning them into ribbons and beads that we were going to put on the simple robes to make them stunning.

"I suppose you're wondering by now," she said softly.

I didn't say anything, just looked up at her.

"About how me and Levicie became what we are, because we weren't born this way," she said.

"I did think on it a little," I confessed.

"I haven't told anyone before," she said in a whisper, "but somehow I can tell I can trust you. You're a keeper of secrets."

"Thank you," I said, smiling, hoping it was the right answer.

"Well," she said, "Levicie was turned before me, when he was two and I was one. Our mother was an English woman, sent over as a transfer to the French Ministry for Magic to work alongside our father. Their task was to better understand Werewolves. Then a report was published about Werewolves being highly dangerous and how they should be rejected from our society by our father. This caused outrage. A Werewolf came into our home at Full Moon whilst mother and father were working late and the nanny was in the kitchen and us in the front room. It saw us and it was an even better opportunity than savaging our parents. We were defenseless. It pounced and got its teeth around Levicie's neck. It shook him then dropped him, turning to me, but the nanny came in and shot spells at it until it ran away. She managed to heal Levicie, but he was a Werewolf for sure. When the parents came home they obliviated the nanny and kept it quiet that their son had been changed."

She paused for a few moments, thinking.

"He never went to school, the parents never let him out. When he was ten he ran away," she continued softly, "it broke my heart. I didn't know if I'd ever see him again. My parents had become hunters, the Ministrey had passed a bill about Werewolves. They all had to be wiped out or put into a special asylum where they could be controlled.

"Then, when I was twelve, Levicie found his way into the grounds and found me and I was so happy! I convinced him to hide in the palace with us. Every Full Moon he'd go off, far away, so as not to hurt anyone. But one night, the old leader of this pack was on the prowl, he knew that there was a child of the Werewolf hunters near there and I was waiting in the grounds for Levicie to come back at dawn."

She stopped again, taking a few deep breaths.

"He must have caught sent of me," she continued, talking quicker, "because he came directly for me where I was hidden in the shadows. At first I thought it might have been Levicie, but I knew his fur was pure black, but this one's was a dusty grey. I didn't have time to fight back, it happened too quickly. It got my shoulder and was shaking me and dragging me along by the shoulder and it was so- but then I saw Levicie. He must have sensed I was in trouble. He jumped on the other wolf and they fought and at one point it had its teeth around Levicie's throat and slashed him all the way down him and I thought- Then he got free and overpowered the older wolf and killed them, tore out its throat. I was covered in blood, my own, the strange Werewolf's and Levicies. He had more control for a Werewolf than has ever been seen. He licked clean my wounds and stayed with me until morning. Then he took me with him. I didn't even get to pack my things. I never saw my parents again.