Revelation II-Lycantor

REVELATION II-LYCANTOR

Chapter One-Signs

I yawned and stretched in bed. I had a good nights sleep, but there was still something in the back of my mind that kept nagging me.

It was yesterday evening and Harry, Ron and I were in the common room. Professor Solaris had come into the room and changed into a werewolf. She killed Ron and in swiping the wand from Harry's hand, she left small scratches on his wrist. Later on, when everything was over and we tried to get back to a normal routine, Harry had asked me if I had put perfume on. I had, but it was very faint. He said he could smell it a mile away.

I sat up in bed, staring at the small triangles of light that filtered in from the morning sunshine.

I felt a lump rising in the back of my throat each time I thought of Ron and what happened.

Even though Professor Solaris was gone, I still felt the fear and terror I had felt yesterday.

I looked around the girls' dorm room. Everyone was starting to stir. I threw off the covers and changed into my robe and uniform. I quickly ran a brush through my hair and then headed out of the dorm.

Down in the Great Hall, I met Harry already eating his breakfast. Neville, Dean, and Seamus were sitting talking as well.

Ginny was sitting across from Harry. She was looking at Harry a little strangely.

I sat down beside her.

As I looked at her more closely, I could see that she looked horrible. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her hair looked like it hadn't been brushed.

Her robe and uniform looked slept in and wrinkled.

"Ginny? Are you okay?" I asked gently.

"No. My brother's dead," Ginny replied shortly. "How would you feel?"

"I didn't mean..." I began but Ginny jumped to her feet.

"If you'll excuse me, I've got to send mum and owl asking her when she's making the funeral arrangements," Ginny said as she stalked off down the aisle between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor's tables.

I looked at Harry.

He was engrossed in his egg, sausage and bacon breakfast. I began helping myself to some as well.

"Hey," I said softly.

He looked up.

"Hey yourself," he said. "What's up?"

"Nothing. I didn't mean to get Ginny upset. I was trying to comfort her because I miss Ron just as much," I said slowly as my voice broke and became unsteady.

"I know. I do too," Harry said as realization formed on his face and his expression softened.

He lowered his fork.

"But it's over now. Professor Solaris is gone,"

"I know...but sometimes I feel like it is not over," I sighed.

"Relax," Harry said smiling. "Things will be okay. You'll see."

I smiled and felt myself slowly relaxing.

We headed to Potions class. Professor Snape was standing in front of the classroom.

Harry and I took our usual seats toward the back of the room. The only seat empty was one beside Harry on his right side.

Professor Snape cleared his throat.

"Today we will be learning the Witas Potion," he began. "The potion should be a light green color and smell like mint. It was used during the medieval times for stomach aches. It is still used today for that reason. Here are the ingredients."

He took out his wand and waved it at the blackboard behind him. The ingredients appeared in neatly written script. We began copying them down.

After a few moments, Harry nudged me.

"What?" I whispered out of the corner of my mouth.

"Someone's coming up the corridor. I think its Professor McGonagall," he whispered.

"Huh?" I asked surprised.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall entered the dungeon. I looked at Harry shocked.

That was the second time he creeped me out. I thought.

"What can I do for you, Professor McGonagall?" Professor Snape asked.

"I wish to speak to Mr. Potter and Miss. Granger," she replied.

Harry and I looked at each other before we gathered our things and got up from our seats. We followed Professor McGonagall out of the dungeon and up to Professor Dumbledore's office.

Professor Dumbledore blinked at us behind his half moon spectacles.

"Please sit," he said kindly as he conjured up to comfortable looking poufs.

Harry and I sat.

"I want to know what exactly Professor Solaris said to you before she changed," he said.

"She said that she could read our minds as Lycantor werewolf and that she was shocked that I didn't know there were three kinds of werewolves," I replied glancing at Harry.

"Did she mark any of you?" Professor Dumbledore continued.

Harry shook his head, but I hesitated.

"Miss Granger?" Professor Dumbledore prodded gently.

"When she swiped at Harry's hand when he was holding the wand, she left a few scratches on his wrist," I replied biting my bottom lip.

"Let me see your wrists, Harry," Professor Dumbledore said.

Harry turned his wrists up and showed Professor Dumbledore.

"There's nothing there now. Are you sure?"

I nodded. "And there may have been some on the wand,"

"Wand," Professor McGonagall said holding her hand out.

Harry pulled out his wand and handed it to her.

She studied it closely.

"There are four small scratch marks on it," she replied handing it to Professor Dumbledore.

"Harry," he said suddenly sounding serious. "You don't feel oddly do you?"

Harry shook his head. "No sir, actually I feel great."

"Has he acted strangely lately?" Professor Dumbledore asked me.

"Well he did spook me a bit today," I confessed. "First, he asked me if I was wearing any perfume. I was, but it was so faint. Then, he said he knew Professor McGonagall was coming up to the dungeon. I didn't think those were just good guesses. It could've been anyone coming into the dungeon."

Professor Dumbledore studied Harry.

"How did you know it was Professor McGonagall?" he asked him slowly.

"I could smell her," he replied.

Professor McGonagall and Professor McGonagall looked at each other.

"I was working with Professor Sprout around the dragon manure. Maybe he could've smelled that?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Then the other students would've smelled it. I certainly didn't until you entered the classroom," I replied.

"Okay. Either way, I want to keep a close eye on him incase he really did get scratched by Professor Solaris. It's just a precaution," Professor Dumbledore replied holding up his hand. "Is that okay, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Sure,"

"Okay. Back to class,"

Harry and I left Professor Dumbledore's office and headed back to class.

"Get back to your potions," Professor Snape barked at us the minute we entered the class.

Malfoy began snickering along with Crabbe and Goyle.

"You know, I'm almost sorry the werewolf didn't bite off their nuts," Harry muttered.

I looked at him in shock. I've never heard him talk like that.

"Let's just get back to work okay?" I said uncertainly.

So, we began working on our potions.

Naturally, Snape made his rounds and checked on our potions. Mine was the right color and so was Harry's.

"Potter, did you add those ingredients in the right order?" Professor Snape asked smirking.

"Yes sir," Harry replied in a silky voice. "Every last one."

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Professor Snape smiled oily.

"Why sir? I added everything in the right order. Ask Hermione," Harry said his voice hardening.

"Because of the size of your head, Potter. You're just like your father," Snape continued.

Harry slowly stood up, placing both palms face down on the desk. His eyes narrowed into slits.

"How dare you speak to me about my father," he growled. "You were always jealous of him."

Professor Snape's eyes flashed dangerously. "Do not speak to me in that tone. Another ten points and detention."

"Sir?" I said, meekly raising my hand. "He did add the ingredients in the right order."

"I did not ask for your opinion Miss Granger," Professor Snape snapped. "Detention as well with Potter. Both of you could enjoy each others company."

I heard startled gasps coming from the Gryffindors. Professor Snape never gave me detention before. I sat back down, upset and almost hyperventilating.

Harry remained standing though.

"Harry, sit down!" I hissed.

Finally, after a defiant stare from Professor Snape, Harry slowly sank to his seat.

"He's a horrible git," Harry growled. "Someone should teach him a lesson."

"I know he is, Harry. But getting yourself expelled isn't the way to prove anything," I said quietly.

I was still in shock that Professor Snape had given me detention.

"I wasn't thinking of getting myself expelled. I was thinking along different lines," Harry replied grinning.

There was something about his grin that sent chills down my spine.

After the bell rang, ending Potions, we headed off to Charms.

We were learning the Hyrert Charm, which was used to summon specific objects. It wasn't like the Summoning Charm, it was very different. The objects used by the Hyrert Charm were small, like quills, ink bottles and wands from others.

Harry seemed to be having trouble with it. I couldn't understand why. He was normally good with charms.

"Ugh. I hate charms," he muttered angrily and frustrated.

"You probably are just having a bad day, Harry. Everyone gets one of them in their lifetime, or more," I replied as I easily summoned a quill from my bag.

"I guess so," he muttered again.

Finally, the bell rang an hour later ending Charms. We still had about 45 minutes till the next classes then it would be dinner time.

Harry and I went to the common room to rest. Ginny was sitting in front of the fire, staring at it as it crackled and jumped. The orange glow reflected off her face.

She didn't even look up when we entered the room.

Harry and I sat down on the couch and took out our notes, preparing for Professor McGonagall's class. We would be learning how to transfigure a mouse into a rat.

After a few moments, Ginny finally looked up.

"Oh. I didn't see you come in," she replied.

I couldn't tell what her tone was...whether it was indifferent or stiff.

"That's okay. We saw that you were busy," I replied in a friendly tone, hoping that Ginny wouldn't fly off the handle again.

"I'm so sorry about snapping at you before," Ginny said sadly. "I'm just upset and shocked at what happened to Ron. I didn't mean anything."

"We know. We miss him too," I said quietly and gently.

"How are you feeling Harry?" Ginny asked turning her green eyes onto Harry.

"Great," Harry replied grinning at her.

"That's odd for someone who just lost their best friend," Ginny said her voice hardening now.

"Erm, Harry hasn't been himself lately," I whispered to her. "When the Lycantor swiped his wand from his hand there were a few scratches on his wrist."

Ginny's eyes widened.

"Really?"

"You know, I can hear you," Harry said bitterly. "I'm not deaf."

"Sorry," I apologized to him.

"So what happens now? Does he turn into a werewolf?" Ginny asked edging closer to me.

"We don't know. There were no scratch marks on his wrist when Professor Dumbledore checked him over," I said shrugging.

"I am in the room too," Harry snapped.

"Well fine them! You tell her yourself," I snapped back.

Harry looked at me for a moment and for a fleeting second, I saw a streak of jaundice flash across his eyes like someone holding a gold coin in the sunlight then moving it.

So Harry launched into the whole story.

When he was done, Ginny looked shocked.

And I filled her in on the weird things that Harry had said and the fact that he knew it was Professor McGonagall coming into the dungeon.

"Well, if she had been around dragon manure, she would've smelled anyway," Ginny said then let out a little giggle but soon stopped as if she felt guilty for laughing.

"True. But I would've smelled her also. I did as soon as she entered the classroom," I replied.

"Could we please not discuss me anymore? It's getting old," Harry moaned.

"Well excuse me if you freaked me out!" I snapped. "I just don't understand what's going on with you yet."

"You seem a little agitated yourself. Are you sure it isn't the time of the month?" Harry retorted. "No...as I would've sensed it. Maybe you just like being a nagging mother."

That stung. I felt tears forming in my eyes as I slowly got to my feet.

"Too far, Harry," Ginny whispered shaking her head.

Harry has never, ever spoken like that to me before. It was like a rage that wanted to get out, but Harry was fighting against it. I knew sooner or later that it would win.

"I'll be going to the library now," I said in a cold tone.

I turned around on my ankle and stormed from the common room.

Once I hit the corridor, I felt the warm tears sliding down my cheeks.

Those words stung badly. Plus, he definitely changed. Something was wrong with him.

I had a feeling that he was changing now...for the worst.

I reached the library. I searched for books on werewolves and found one called "Werewolves-Verits, Malox's and Lycantors. What you Really Need to Know".

Why on earth hadn't I seen this book before? I could've been up on Professor Solaris and maybe not had Harry got scratched! I thought.

I pulled it from the shelf and headed over to Madam Pince, the librarian.

"Hello Miss Granger," she said kindly.

"Hi. I'd like to check out this book," I said putting it on the counter.

"Sure," she said.

I was curious to see why I hadn't seen this book before. I knew the library inside out.

"Madam Pince? How come I've never seen this book before? Have you?" I asked casually, trying to keep the tone easy.

"I don't know myself. It just appeared today," she replied. "Maybe Professor Dumbledore wants students to know more about werewolves after Professor Solaris."

"That could be," I said uncertainly.

She stamped the book in the back cover and handed it back to me. I took it and as I was leaving the library, I felt a cold chill on my neck. I turned around and saw in the shadows someone with red hair watching me. I blinked and the person was gone.