Hogwarts Protector

Part 1 - Valkren

Mayai could remeber James potter very clearly.

He had very messy brown hair, and it was always messy, even when he dried it specially for his first date with Lily Evans.

He was tall, lanky, and was often running around with Sirius Black, shortly followed by an eager Peter Pettigrew, and a dead pan Why-are-my-friends-like-this Remus Lupin.

Actually Mayai can remeber all of them very clearly. She often sat with them in the Gryffindor common room late at night joking along with them. She only really knew Remus to begin with, and he introduced her to the others.

She was a protector of all of Hogwarts, and that includes the sleepy werewolf who needed a friend once a month.

If Mayai were a regular witch she would have been murdered once he transformed, but Mayai wasn't a regular witch. She wasn't even really a witch.

Valkren's are known for their abnormal appearance. Often, when in natural form, Valkren's will have large wings, curled horns and odd scales around the edge of their faces and in patches on their skin.

It was in this form, with her black wings that could swallow the light of the Sun, deep red horns and glittering patches of blood red scales that Mayai would sit in the widow ledge of the shrieking shack and watch the poor boy transform. As children it was friendship, as adolescence their was something more.

But Remus' friends learnt how to turn themselves into animagi, and Mayai was no longer required, however she was introduced to the group before she could slip away, and the 4 marauders had a helping hand in their schemes.

Once they graduated Mayai only saw Remus in short visits, as even if her boys had left, hogwarts still needed protecting. Mayai would sneak out on full moons and fly down to the edge of London where Remus would be cursing himself in a small corner of a barred flat. And Mayai would sit, and hold him in her arms. As a wolf it would calm him. She would feed and sate his appetite, and when he transformed back...

Mayai turned away from the oncoming train. She missed Remus, James and Sirius an awful lot. She wasn't allowed at the Potter's funeral, she was in court attempting to release Sirius. But it was no use. No one trust's a Valkren.

She landed on the Gryffindor tower, and spent a few minutes uncomfortably changing her appearance to mask herself as a First year. She then hopped down and joined the crowd of small children waiting eagerly on the steps.

Mayai was to spend the next 7 years in Gryffindor house, along side the boy who lived, who she hoped looked nothing like his father... or at least didn't act like him.

She loved James and Lily very dearly, but James Potter had a mouth that even a 300 year old immortal could get bored of.

She spotted a mess of brown hair ahead of her, and decided it was best to stay back. It seemed like only yesterday she was in this queue about to go into Gryffindor with the Marauders (even though they were yet to be called that.)

She had only had 2 runs of the school since then, one in Ravenclaw; one in Slytherin. She was rarely in Hufflepuff, though she would rather have been there than stuck in Slytherin with Tom Riddle all those years ago. At least in Hufflepuff she could get a snack.

The sorting ceremony washed over her, as it often did, but she made a note of a few things.

1. The faces of Harry and what was presumably his friend Ron Weasley.

2. The New Defence against the dark arts teacher, Quirrel, had a strange demeanour to him.

3. The sorting hat's odour had changed since she was last year, it smelt more of mouldy parchment than it had before.

"That's not a very nice thing to think Valkren."

"Just saying. I could get you a mothball if you wanted?"

"Hmmph."

She smiled as the hat called out Gryffindor as had been agreed between the hat, Mayai and professor McGonagall earlier that week. Mayai had grown incredibly good at feigning whatever emotion was needed. If the child before had looked dissapointed when they got picked, she would also look sad and they could bond over it.

The hall looked so different to 50 something years ago, when she'd sat on the stool and looked over at the hall, and stared into the eyes of one if the most feared wizards known to man.

Of course back then he was just a chubby cheeked 11 year old. But there was power in his eyes. And even though the thought burns Mayai's brain now, back then she adored that look.

She took her place among the Gryffindor's. Several of the Weasley brothers sat together around Harry, Ron and the other new Gryffindor's: Hermione Grainger, Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas.

She couldn't remeber any more names but she was sure she wouldn't have to, Harry Potter would be enough trouble for now.

The hall was filled with large amount of clattering once the feast began, Mayai took in a small amount of food and when questioned answered back with nerves.

It was actually down to the vast difference in diet between Humans and Valkren. But she knows as soon as the tables learn where she sits her usual food will come disguised as a pie or something.

Back in the old days she would hunt for herself at night, but the chance of being caught became too high, and the minister put more restrictions on what Valkrens were able to do. She sighed into her food as the thought of that stupid roll of parchment landing on her bed.

The decree meant the ministry could take appropriate action to revise laws surrounding the freedoms of dangerous personal such as giants, centaurs and Valkren.

It was bullshit. They wouldn't get very far either. The most pure blooded wizards will always lead back to a Valkren somewhere within the family, it's just fact.

All this thinking had tired Mayai out, which was just as good, as it was time to head to the dormitories. She would sneak out around 2 am, take a trip to the forbidden forest, or perhaps to visit Hagrid.

Who knows.