Window into the Past

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Soon enough it was October. Everyone was getting colds and taking Pepperup Potion. Poor Ginny was looking quite pale too, must've caught a cold too.

Two full moons have passed. One of them I just got a little snippy but not this one. Lavender, Parvati and Fay just thought I had food poisoning but Hermione stayed by my side as I fought through the pain.

"Is she on her period?" Lavender asked Hermione. "No! Leave her alone, Joy where's the potion?"

"Box, under bed," I groaned. My head started hurting too and I whimpered silently. "Oh, my head!"

"Your head?"

The headache suddenly faded as I uncorked the potion and poured it down my throat. "I wouldn't want to see her drunk," I heard Lavender whisper.

"Yeah, my hearing isn't impaired!" I snapped. "So shush!"

"Joy!" Hermione pinned me down to the bed as I started thrashing. "Control yourself!"

I sat up suddenly, shoving my hands forward. I heard a yelp and a thud and I saw Hermione on the floor. 

The Sleeping Draught started kicking in and before I had the chance to say anything...I had already fallen asleep.

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I woke up to a pillow hitting me and I looked up to see Hermione. "Thank God," she laughed. "I thought I'd have to throw you out of the bloody bed."

"Sleeping Draughts aren't easy to wake up from," I sighed. "Last night was a bad one."

I stood up, still in a little pain, the memories flooding back from last night and I was absolutely horrified. "Did I shove you?" 

"It was an accident, I know you didn't mean to..." 

"So I did," I murmured, withdrawing further into myself. "I actually put my hands on you." 

"Joy, it was a small shove, I fell over but I wasn't hurt," Hermione tried to reassure me. 

Tommy Mercer was a small shove too. 

I pulled my knees to my chest. "I got violent." 

"It was just a small shove...." 

"This time," I said. "What if next time is more than a shove?!" 

Werewolves reproducing are a big no no in this community, the Ministry think werewolves are bad enough. Probably why they terminated my father's parental rights. I always knew when the full moon was, I'd be sad, angry, when I was a baby I couldn't stop screaming my head off.

But I knew the reality. Werewolves couldn't live a proper life because of some stupid law some pink toad in the Ministry brought forward. Which is why no one could know about me. No one knew how far I would go. I was a new problem for this world. This is why werewolves having children is highly not recommended because you never know if the kid will turn or not.

What I did to that poor boy in St Helena's haunted me to this day. I still had nightmares about it. 

"I'll always have your back, I mean you're the girl who's addicted to chocolate, I'm not exactly quivering with fear," Hermione told me. I chuckled a little.

"Wish I could talk to my dad," I mumbled. "Then do! Dumbledore must know where your father is, your dad is the only person who can really understand what you're going through."

"Okay," I nodded. "Now, even werewolves need their breakfast, come on," Hermione tossed me my uniform.

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