Devia Lupus

3-Moonlight Chat

A loud, persistent attempt at guitar woke me an hour or so later. I was in the exact same position-sprawled face-up-as I had been earlier.

I cracked my silver eyes open, then taking in the scene before me, quickly shut them. I gritted my teeth.

Was he really "playing" MY custom Tobias Basic 4-String Bass? I thought.

With a growl, I pushed myself up and stalked towards Scott. He sat on his bed, the bass in his grubby little hands, his tongue out, concentrating on "playing".

He looked up. "Oh good, it woke you up! I was hoping it w-"

He cut off as I snatched the bass from his hands and set it gently on my bed, then returned back. His eyes grew large as I backed him into a corner.

I seized the front of his shirt and pulled him several inches off the ground with ease. I stared at him, my eyes going completely black save a burning flame of rage in the middle. Scott whimpered, and tightened his legs together.

"Don't-ever-touch-that," I snarled, and he lost it. His face burning, he nodded with a whimper, and I tossed him against the wall and returned to the guitar, leaving him sitting in a wet puddle.

I picked up the case, which he had tossed carelessly on the floor, and rand my fingers over my father's initials. I placed it across the bed, and studied the bass.

"Mahogany body, Pau Ferro fingerboard, mother-of-pearl inlays..." I murmered as I ran my long fingers across it, stopping on the beautifully carved initials "DM". I sighed, wondering why I kept all reminders of my father.

I placed the bass guitar in its case, closed the lid and clicked the silver latches down. Casting a glare at Scott, who was still sitting in the corner, white-faced, I removed one of the silver chains from around my neck. It held two keys. I used those to lock the case before I got down on my knees and slid it under the bed, strings up.

I tucked the necklace back under my shirt, and headed to the bathroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Mr. Malfoy! Do calm down!" Professor Sprout snapped as I fidgeted in my seat.

"Sorry..." I muttered sullenly. Herbology was my last class, and the day had already gone so slow-like it did every moon. My first three periods were spent active-Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration. The new Defense teacher, Harry Potter himself, had pulled me aside to ask why I wasn't in school uniform.

I stared at him. He was clueless! "Because I don't want to wear that shite!" I snarled. He recognized me then-before deducting twenty house points for dress, and ten for language.

My two classes directly after lunch were dreadful-Arithmancy pop-quiz, then History of Magic. The whole time, my Slytherin classmates were staring at me in anger for losing them thirty house points in five minutes. I really didn't care.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time I had covered one and a half sheets of parchment with seven-pointed stars, rough sketches of people, and runes, Binns finally dismissed us. I bolted for the door, escaping a comment about the moon from James, and snuck into a hidden corridor.

I left my bag in the nook that I often used, and I transformed to my relief. I was a different sort of werewolf-I didn't have to transform on the moon, but if I didn't, I was overcome with uneasiness.

I looked exactly like a normal wolf-funny how trifle things like a little vampire blood could change your entire werewolf change.

My fur was completely black, except for a few streaks of silver in it, and my eyes were silver-the one trait that made me stand out from normal wolves, who usually had golden eyes.

I stood at maybe two and a half feet at the shoulder-I was considered enormous.

I exited the castle, and slipped through patches of shade to escape the notice of any students walking around the lake, or any looking out from the windows. Ah, it felt so wonderful to be wolf once more...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I curled up in a ball in the middle of a clearing in the Forbidden Forest, welcoming the warmth of the fire that the caretaker always left for me on the moon. I didn't consider him a friend, but he was indeed useful.

My silver eyes reflected the flames, and I pondered my life for a while before I was interrupted by a snap of a twig in the forest.

My head shot up, and I turned my eyes and one ear towards the sound, my other ear listening around the rest of the clearing.

My silver eyes sought out a light grey shape in the bush. I growled low in my throat, but stopped as another wolf came forward.

She was light grey with streaks of red and black and tan through her coat, with amber colored eyes. I panted happily. It was Elisa!

She wagged her tail and loped over to lick my muzzle. We growled and wrestled a bit, before Changing back.

She hugged me. "Oh, Pius, it's so good to see you!"

I hugged her back. "Indeed! What are you doing here?"

She drew back, examining me with her brown eyes. She looked almost the same as the last time I saw her, which was several years ago. Her hair was cut differently-it was dyed a deep purple-black, as opposed to blue-black. It lay a little lower than her shoulders, and was layered, with long bangs to the side of her face. It suited her.

"What, a friend can't drop by?" she asked teasingly.

I smirked, but it faded. "I haven't seen you in so long..." I said softly. She looked away.

"I'm sorry I didn't stay in touch...I figured you wouldn't want to remember anyone from...that time period,"

She was referring to my father's death. She had been my baby-sitter from that day up until I went to school. Now twenty-six, she was almost a ghost of my past.

"No," I said softly. "It's alright,"

She stiffened. "No, it's not! I figured you would forget your home life and just find new friends and have a merry old time, but I was wrong,"

I looked up, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked sharply.

"Come on, Pius! You've been here for many years, but you still haven't made any friends!"

"Who told you that?" I snapped.

"It doesn't matter," she said. "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay...You always were a bit of a loner."

My anger dropped, and I sighed.

"How have you gotten along all these moons?" she asked. "I can't stand being alone on them.

I shrugged. "I don't know...I just have."

She looked me up and down. I was wearing a black t-shirt that hung off of me, baggy dark-wash jeans, muggle skate shoes that were also too big, and an assortment of silver jewelry that automatically caught her attention.

"Pius!" she said sharply.

"What?" I asked innocently, knowing what was coming.

"The silver! You're hurting yourself!"

My right ear was pierced several times in the cartilage, rows of silver hoops traveling down to the handcuff earring. I wore several silver chains around my neck, most with silver pendants, charms or keys. I also wore a silver ring on all of my fingers, save my thumbs.

I looked away. I was in no state of mind (A.K.A, not completely human) to quarrel with anyone right now.

"Scorpius Malfoy, that is not in any way right! You might as well be cutting yourself!"

I snapped. "I welcome the pain!" I snarled at her, my eyes blackening over. She gasped, and stepped back.

"What happened to you?" she asked, her eyes wide. I briefly wondered what she was talking about, before remembering that the change had occurred after I left.

"Nothing," I said shortly, and stalked a few feet away to sit on the ground next to the fire.

Her face betrayed her emotion-she was hurt that I wouldn't trust her.

"Pius..." she said softly, sitting next to me. I ducked my head so that my hair covered my face. She reached over and tucked it behind my ear.

"Leave it, Elisa!" I snarled. She dropped her hand.

"Oh, Pius...What's happened you? What happened to the boy that I knew before Hogwarts? What happened to the boy who cried every day on his birthday, because he didn't want to turn eleven and go to school?"

I sighed. "He grew up."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A few minutes later found Elisa saying goodbye. She had seen me, seen what I had become, and had gotten her fill.

"Well...I guess this is goodbye," Elisa said. I nodded, my face emotionless.

She hesitantly reached up and kissed me on the cheek. It felt odd. She hugged me, and I reluctantly hugged her back, figuring that if I didn't she would be too hurt to ever visit again.

She pulled away, sighed, and ran her fingers through my hair. She smiled softly.

"New Scorpius, same old hair..." I smirked, and she hugged me once more, before Changing and with not a glance back, disappeared into the underbrush.

I collapsed, exhausted, at the base of a tree. Turning wolf, then back for such a long period of time during the moon was dangerous to my bodies' systems.

My chest throbbed where the keys had fallen this morning. My ear burned, and my fingers were going numb, but I didn't care. I welcomed the pain, especially when Changed, as it was worse.

Despite my discomfort, I Changed, and curled up against the base of the tree, staring into the dying flames once more. The caretaker, Hagrid, would make sure that no remains of the fire were visible.

Around five, I started back to the castle, slipping into my room. Scott had cleaned up his mess from earlier in the morning, and was sound asleep, snoring. I pulled my shoes off and dumped them into a corner, before crawling into the bed to warm myself up.