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It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I had left my wand back in the Hospital Wing. I should've grabbed it. I was just too panicked to grab it. I had to get out of that castle. I had to get away. Get away from everything. Get away from death. It seemed like death was everywhere. Every year since being at Hogwarts. Death was always around the corner.
First Year was Quirrell and the Sorcerer's Stone, and Voldemort. Second Year was the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisk and Voldemort. Third Year was Sirius Black, a mass murderer, who, in the end, turned out to be innocent. But Third Year also brought Dementors, and a werewolf professor, who, was actually really nice, not out for blood. That Year also brought one of Voldemort's followers back to him. Then, there was this Year. Harry had a dream of Voldemort killing a Muggle. Then there was the World Cup and the Death Eaters. Then there was the Triwizard Tournament. A Tournament that was banned because of the death toll reaching a high. Each Task brought a somewhat high risk of death. Dragons, being under water for an hour, and a maze with who knew what was in there.
I was not apart of these tasks. But my twin brother was. He went through all of them. He was picked from the Triwizard Cup. His name was not supposed to be in there. Someone put his name in there, so he could die. But he didn't. But he almost did. It was in the maze. It was the Cup. It was a Port Key. Which brought him and Cedric Diggory to the graveyard. Where Cedric was killed by Voldemort himself. Where Voldemort got his body back, using his father's bone, his servant's flesh, and Harry's blood. He came back. He's back. He tried to kill Harry again. But, he didn't. Harry escaped. He got back to the Cup. He brought Cedric back. Cedric'c body. Then, Harry was lead away from the crowd. Into Mad-eye Moody's office. But, it wasn't Mad-eye. It was a Death Eater in disguised. He tried to kill Harry too. If it wasn't for McGonagall, Snape, and Dumbledore getting there at the last moment, he would have seceded. But he didn't.
Then Harry was brought to the Hospital Wing. Then we were there. Me, Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hagrid, Sirius, and Remus. We heard everything that happened in the maze and in the graveyard. Voldemort was back. He was really back. And he wanted Harry dead.
I heard this and I ran. I ran out of the Hospital Wing, ignoring the voices calling out to me. I ran through the school. Past everyone. They all looked at me as I ran. Some called out to me. I didn't listen to whatever they were saying. I just ran. I even heard my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, call out. I didn't stop. I just ran. I ran and ran and ran. Out the doors. To the outdoors. I just kept running. I didn't know where I was running. I just. Ran. Ran until I couldn't run no more. Then I stopped.
I still didn't know where I was. I barely knew my surroundings. My eyes weren't focusing. They just stared straight ahead. All I knew. It was dark. I couldn't see anything. I had left my wand in the Hospital wing. I should've grabbed it. I would know where I was. I have a feeling where, but I can't be sure. I can't see anything. But, I could feel.
I reached out my hand in front of me. I felt nothing. I felt to the sides of me. My hand brushed against bark. Trees. That confirmed it. I knew where I was. The Forbidden Forest. The Dark Forest. Whatever you want to call it. I didn't know how deep I was into the Forest. Deep I would guess. It was all dark. I could see no light. Not even the stars. I could hear no sound. Only my pounding heart. And my thoughts. My thoughts.
Why does this always happen? Why is death always in the near future? Around every corner? Behind every door? And why could I do nothing to stop it? Why was Harry the one who had to die? Even before we could talk, Harry had a target on his head. A target that made Voldemort try and kill Harry. But it didn't work. Voldemort was defeated. All that was left to signify that he had been there, were two dead parents, and two orphaned infants. One with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. Another without. No scars on her body at all. Why couldn't I have gotten a scar on me too? Then Harry wouldn't be alone in this world. Why? Why was the world this way? Why?
My thoughts were interrupted. I heard it before I could see it. A growl. A low growl. I knew things were in the woods, but it still surprised me. I've heard a growl like this before. I heard it that night in Third Year, when Remus turned and almost attacked us, if Sirius hadn't come in, in his dog form. But tonight wasn't a full moon. If it was, Remus wouldn't be in the Hospital Wing. So, if it wasn't a werewolf. What was it?
"Hello, there little girl. Don't you look delicious." A voice said in my ear. I jumped. His breath was hot and sticky. I could smell dirt, sweat, and blood. I shivered. I didn't know what to do. I had no ways to protect myself. I was going to die. The one thing I was afraid of. Death. It was coming and I had no idea how to stop it.
"Don't be scared, little girl. Everything will be just fine. I'm not going to kill you. Death will not come. Life is what I'm giving you. A new life. A better life. You will be reborn again." The man said in my ear. I shivered again. Life? How was he going to give me life? What is he talking about?
I felt his finger caress my arm. Up and down. I felt his claws. At least. That's what they felt like. I felt the goosebumps all over my body. But not the good kind of goosebumps. The one's that you know when things are about to go bad.
I was scared. I couldn't run. I could't see. I didn't know which part of the Forest, or how deep, I was in. I was trapped. I was in the dark. I was alone. Except for the creepy man behind me, still caressing my arm, slowly.
"I want you to tell them something. Them, up at the castle. I want you to tell them, that Greyback says hello." He said. He stopped caressing my arm. I could hear him step away and walk to the front of me. I still couldn't see him though.
But it was Greyback. Fenrir Greyback. The most blood-thirsty Werewolf out there. The one that turned Remus at age five. The one, who was about to change me. Shit.
I should have never run. I should have stayed in the Hospital Wing with everybody else. And, even if I had to run, I should have stopped. Stopped and turned around. Turned around and walked back to everyone. But I didn't. I didn't listen to nobody. I just kept running. Right into the wolf's mouth.
I heard him whisper a spell. Then I heard him turning. The sound of bones popping out of place and back into a new place. The sound of grunting and more growling. Somehow, and I don't know how, Greyback was becoming a werewolf. I didn't know it was possible. But it was happening.
Finally, the noises stopped. It was silent. I could only hear my pounding heart and the shortness in my breath. Then I heard the growl. Much deeper and hungrier than Remus. Then I saw the eyes. They glowed a bright yellow orange. They glowed so brightly, that I could see the top of his head. He was pure black. As black as the darkness surrounding me. The only light was from those eyes. The eyes that were focused on me. The one's getting closer. Stalking me. Like predator to prey. And that's what I was. Prey. The next victim.
I barely let out a cry before he pounced. And he was heavy. All his weight was on my chest. My back was on the Forest Floor. I could feel the wolf's breath on my face. I could see the eyes digging into mine. He just stared.
I tried getting away. I kicked and punched and tried to wiggle free. But nothing worked. The werewolf was too heavy and strong. Then I tried the next best thing. I screamed. I screamed for help. For anyone to hear me. But. I had barely let out the word help, before I felt pain over my left eye. Pain like you wouldn't believe. His claws were sharp. I cried out. It hurt so much. I kept crying out. I could feel the tears streaming down my face. But as the tears came, there came the burning of my left eye. The salt in my tears made the pain from the cut sting and burn. It made me cry even more. Which made the pain hurt more.
But it was nothing. Nothing. Compared to the bite.
I felt it. Every fang sink into my neck. His teeth were sharp. Sharper than the sharpest knife. They went through my skin like butter. I could feel the teeth in my neck. In my muscles. In my bone. I screamed. I screamed bloody murder. I screamed like I've never screamed before. I screamed until I could feel my vocal cords start to tear. Then I screamed some more. The scream was never ending. It was ringing in my ears. It was all I heard. But the pain. I felt it everywhere. My whole body was on fire. It felt like hot knives were digging in repeatedly. It felt like death a hundreds times over. My whole body was shaking. I didn't know where one thing moved, or wasn't moving. All I thought was pain. Though, even through the pain, I felt the licking. He was licking my blood. The blood from the bite and from the cut on the eye. Then I felt his tongue lick down my shirt. I didn't know if there was blood there. There probably was. Or if he was licking just to lick. Even in wolf form, Greyback was a pedophile.
Then, when I thought he would never stop, he did. I had no idea how long I was on the ground. It could have been hours, or seconds even. But for me, it felt like years. So, when he finally got off, I felt somewhat of a relief. The crushing weight was off my chest and my body. I could hear him leaving. Running through the trees. I didn't know how, for I was still screaming. But I heard him leave. I kept screaming. Screaming till I could scream no more. And even then, I kept screaming.
I still had no idea how long I was there for. No idea how much time had passed. All I knew was pain and screams. I barely saw the light coming my way. I barely heard the voice calling my name. I barely felt the arms pick me up. I was still screaming and thrashing. I didn't know how the person was still holding me. But they were. I continued screaming. But suddenly. I stopped. I guess I ran out of screams. But I still felt pain. I whimpered. I could hear the voice telling me it was going to be alright. That everything was going to be fine. But the voice was so far away. And it kept moving away. Until I couldn't hear it no more.
Everything went black.
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Hello, quick Author's note here: I wrote this story back in 2020 on Quotev (under the same username) and I'd thought I'd put it on here and on Wattpad to see how it does.
Thank you for choosing to read this, hope you enjoy!