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soo.. I'm lacking inspiration for this story. That's why I haven't posted in a while. Hopefully my inspiration will return.. I get writer's block, sometimes. But your words of encouragement are always nice.. so thank you for that C: Enjoy!
 
|| Chapter 18 : The Marauder’s Map ||
 
“It’s Mom’s fault,” I protested to Aaron back in the common room. By the look on his face, it didn’t seem like he believed my story very much.
 
“Technically, it would be Gran’s fault,” Aaron said, rubbing his temples, obviously overwhelmed. “I mean, she was the one who was bitten when she was pregnant with Mom…”
 
“Mom never talked it about. She was always so ashamed,” I said. “Maybe if she had filled me in once and a while I would get it. I wouldn’t have a million questions in my head all the time. I would be able to control it better. And I wouldn’t have to—
 
“Just calm down, Rem,” Aaron said, hating it when I always got so worked up about these things, which happened quiet frequently. “I don’t think Mom understood it much better. And how do you think she felt? She had it worse than you do, being a half-blood and all. She always felt thirsty while that doesn’t seem to affect you at all.”
 
I raised my chin in a simple nod. It was true. Vampire genes diminish from generation to generation. The only thing my mom really told me was that after my children, there wouldn’t really be any trace of it at all. Thankfully. I hated the thought of my possible future children having to go through what I had to. That is, if I ever had children. After all, I wasn’t a big fan of kids.
 
“But that’s why I have to go, Aaron,” I said. “Talk to the werewolf, at least. Maybe it will be able to help me understand everything Mom avoided telling me.”
 
“And what makes you think it will help you?” Aaron asked, still in doubt. “Vampires and werewolves are different species.”
 
“Well it’s the closest thing I have to any answers,” I said firmly.
 
Aaron sighed, exasperated. “Just go to the library, Rem. Check out some books on Vampires. I know you hate it and all—
 
“I have been to the library!” I said sharply. “All the books there don’t say anything about part-bloods.”
 
“I guess a situation like yours hasn’t happened often in history for there to be enough accounts of it,” Aaron muttered.
 
I had to admit, it was rare. What were the odds of a woman being bitten in early enough stages of pregnancy that the poison affected the fetus? My mother was just unlucky, I guess. That seemed to explain a lot about my luck, anyways.
 
“You wouldn’t understand Aaron because you don’t have my problem,” I said. It was the only time I ever wished I was a guy. The genes for vampirism, as I liked to call it, ran in both X chromosomes. In other words, could only be transferred to female children.
 
Aaron let out a hearty sigh and I couldn’t blame him. Just talking about it made my head hurt, too.
 
“Alright fine, Rem, I give up,” Aaron said. “You’re obviously not going to listen to me, so just do as you want.”
 
“I obviously would,” I said. “If I could. I didn’t come here for your permission, Aaron. Since when do I listen to you anyways? I came for your help. I need to get back into Hogmeade tonight.”
 
“Impossible,” Aaron said, shaking his head.
 
“It’s not impossible,” I said. “Not with you. You’re smart, you can figure out a way.” Aaron was always figuring things out. Even as kids. He was never one to play sports or get his hands dirty making mud pies like the rest of us. He was always in his room, playing with the numerous puzzles and mindbenders I never had the patience to complete. I guess in some ways, it paid off. He did have perfect grades. He was always the favorite of any teacher. And he was useful in situations like this.
 
“Not even I could figure out a way, Rem,” he said, shaking his head, the mop of brown hair on his head flipping every which way like some kind of wet dog. It was actually pretty amusing.
 
“I don’t believe that,” I said. “You’re probably the smartest guy in the school.”
 
“I think you’re overestimating me,” he said.
 
I gave a small smirk. I knew even a goody-goody like Aaron had his ways. And I knew, secretly, he wanted me to meet this werewolf as much as I did.
 
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I said simply. I wasn’t really giving him much of a choice. Either he would find a way for me to get to Hogsmeade tonight or he would listen to me complain about missing the perfect opportunity for the next month.
 
I knew perfectly well which he preferred.
 
Aaron heaved a great, defeated sigh. His shoulders drooped the way they always did whenever he was upset. I felt bad, I did. I mean, I wasn’t a completely heartless person. But right now, his feelings weren’t all that important to me.
 
“Give me an hour,” he said, standing up from his seat and heading toward the portrait door.
 
“One hour,” I agreed with a nod, filling the now empty chair with my own body. I watched as he vanished through the door and fell asleep soon after.
 
My dreams were horrific.
 
Nothing new for me.

I'm sorry for another late chapter.. I'm trying to get work done before school starts. Please enjoy/ comment with feedback!
 
|| Chapter 17 : Werewolves ||
 
All next week the only thing I could think about was what had happened a few nights earlier at the Shrieking Shack. It was all anyone could talk about. Of course, the very next day at breakfast, Theo had some words for Pansy and the others.
 
“Are you mental?” he screamed at them, the moment we sat down at the Slytherin table. I was in no mood to get into a one-sided argument with Pansy, so I scooted down toward Adrian who still looked like he’d seen a ghost.
 
No, no ghost. Just a bloody werewolf. Well, that’s what I had concluded. When I had asked Theo what he thought the creature might have been, he had refused to talk about it. Quite typical. He always avoided conversations he didn’t want to have.
 
Pansy just blinked innocently. “Whatever are you talking about, Theo?”
 
“Don’t give me that shit,” Theo said, slamming his fist on the table. “You five knew about the Shrieking Shack!”
 
“Nah-uh,” Pansy retorted, shaking his head. The other four looked quite uncomfortable. Probably because they knew they were stupid enough to have gone along with Pansy’s joke and now they were regretting it.
 
“We were almost killed!” he shouted, still not easing up. I patted his arm, trying to calm him down, but he just brushed me away. “If it wasn’t for Remy—
 
He stopped, glancing at me sideways. The truth was, he didn’t know why the werewolf had suddenly bounded off, and not just because he had decided we weren’t good enough to eat; because he was scared. Theo and I were the only ones who and witnessed it, so we didn’t have a second opinion. We could only go by what we had seen which, in the dark, wasn’t a whole lot. I was sure Theo was convinced I had done something, but the truth was, I just stood there, just as scared as the rest of them. Some Gryffindor I was, huh?
 
“What’d she do?” Pansy asked like I knew she would. I knew she had expected us to be eaten alive that night. “Throw some hexes its way and send it running, eh?”
 
“I don’t do anything,” I muttered, staring at a not so interesting spot of eggs on my plate. “It just… left.”
 
It was quite obvious that Theo didn’t want to relive that night. Instead, he gave Pansy a break and started at the rest of them.
 
“And you, Malfoy,” he roared. “You make me sick. That lie you fed me, saying we had no beef. Hate me enough to have me dead—us dead? Your so called friends?” Draco’s face had turned a sickly green color. He looked so uncomfortable that even I felt bad. For once, he didn’t fight back. Pansy was the only one who still had that sly look plastered on her face. The one from last night. The rest looked remorseful but Pansy just kept at it. Either she was just really stubborn or plain evil.
 
But as Aaron kept encouraging me to do, I let it go. I could have knocked little Pansy Parkinson silly. I would have loved to see that squat face of hers ooze a whole pint of blood. But I didn’t. Instead, I did something even more unusual.
 
I went to the library.
 
I had hardly even known one existed except that Aaron talked about the “extravagant selection of books” practically every day. It was my first time stepping through those huge stone doors and into a book lover’s paradise, but I was sure glad I did. Having never really spent much time in a library, I really didn’t have much experience with such a place. But I was surprisingly pleased. Not just at the extensive account of information. The place was also quite quiet, unlike the rest of Hogwarts. At the rare occasion that someone dared to speak, their voices were whispers, hardly audible from the opposite side of the library. It was the perfect place to think. I would definitely keep that in mind.
 
I made my way over to the “magical creatures” section, which happened to be an entire bookshelf. I looked under “W” for “werewolves” and gently slid out a huge, leather bound book. I could have spent hours reading because the book had over thousands of pages, but the print was tiny and, to be honest, there was really only one piece of information I was searching for.
 
It talked all about the origin of werewolves: about some Native tribe in Arizona that had been the first to experience the changing at the full moon. It said that a werewolf would remain as a wolf until the full moon was completed and the painful transformation back into a human would take place the next night. In other words, tonight. I had no way how I would get back to Hogsmeade on such short notice. I had no time to beg Dumbledore to escort me or even think of a way to get back out of the castle. In fact, I didn’t even know why I was so desperate to go.
 
But it began to make sense the instance my eyes fell on another page.
 
“Although werewolves take after the common wolf in being instinctive and fearless creatures, they do have one enemy: the bloodsuckers. They have a natural instinct to flee if they ever do encounter, whether the threat is great or not. The two have always been natural born enemies. If it is one on one, wolves flee. But if it is a group attack, werewolves will fight to the death.”
 
It was as simple as that. Werewolves feared vampires.
 
And I had a gut feeling that applied to part-bloods, too.

sorry this took so long, guys! I've just been super busy D: ENJOY!
 
|| Chapter 16 : The Shrieking Shack ||
 
The Shrieking Shack was on a hill at the end of a long, winding path, placed so that its broken windows and peeling walls were hardly visible through a mass of trees. Pansy stopped at the bottom of the hill, and I thought for a second she had changed her mind: chickened out maybe. But she turned around to face to rest of us and said, “So, who wants to go first?”
 

Everyone was silent until Adrian suggested, “Shouldn’t we all go together?” I thought I saw Pansy exchange glances with Marcus and Draco before she shrugged.
 

“Well if you want to take the easy way out,” she said, exaggerating the word ‘easy.’
 

 
“Just to prove that this bloody shack isn’t even haunted in the least,” Theo said heading up toward the great hill toward the tiny, rundown building with Blaise at his side. I followed with Adrian who I could almost sense quaking with fear. He was huddled at my side by the time we reached the top of the hill, slowly approaching the front door which was already slightly ajar due to its rusty hinges.
 

“Well go on already,” Pansy said, giving Theo a bit of a shove. He was just about to kick the door open when Draco spoke.
 

“Wait,” he said, speaking for the first time in a while. “Maybe… maybe this isn’t a good idea. What if it really is, er, haunted...”
 

“So?” I said. “There are ghosts in Hogwarts and those never seem to bother anyone. It’ll be fine.”
 

“Yeah, I know,” he continued. “But, it’s just that—
 

“Oh Dracey baby,” said Pansy. “The Gryffy is right. We have nothing to worry about.”
 

But the glint in her eye suggested otherwise. I shot her a glare before following Theo and the others inside. It was a dimly lit place, but even in the darkness I could make out moldy floorboards, dusty furniture, and broken glass. The only light was from the full moon, shining through the cracks of the windows.
 

“See,” came Theo’s voice. “There’s nothing here.” He spun around the face Pansy, but she, Draco, the two goons, and Marcus had disappeared.
 

“What the…” Theo muttered, scanning the room like the rest of us, seeing if they were hiding somewhere.
 

“Probably some unfunny, practical joke they had planned,” I mumbled, and instinctively, I moved closer to Theo, who didn’t seem the least bit fazed.
 

“Come on guys,” he said, raising his voice a bit, making sure he would be heard in any part of the house. “Joke’s over.” I had half expected Draco and Pansy and the others to emerge, frowning in defeat. It would be something we’d laugh over Pumpkin Juice and biscuits later, but nothing happened.
 

There was silence. No movement. Only the eerie sound of wind whistling in the branches outside.
 

Suddenly, I felt like I was in some kind of horror movie. Not even the good kind with blood and explosions. The kind where people just went missing for no good reason and nobody could ever find them until a twist was revealed at the end.
 

So, what was the twist this time, Pansy?
 

Slowly, Blaise drew his wand, and I could sense that even he was nervous. His tough guy act was nothing when it came to the Shrieking Shack.
 

“Whatever,” I said, my voice sounding much shakier than I had intended for it to. “Let’s just get out of here.”
 

Adrian nodded in agreement and made a break for the door, but he stopped in his tracks at the sound of an earsplitting shriek.
 

I guess we all knew now why it was called the Shrieking Shack.
 

We were all paralyzed in fear, so even though our instincts were telling us to get the hell out of there, we couldn’t.
 

It wasn’t until that through the dark we saw two, piercing yellow eyes, a long snout, and bared teeth that panic struck.
 

“Holy shit!” Blaise yelled, as he stumbled backward, trying to grope his way back toward the door.
 

From the other side of the room, I heard Theo’s voice. “Remy?! Remy, come on!” But I couldn’t move. I was mesmerized by those yellow eyes which were now staring deep into mine. Theo stumbled over to me, tugging on my arm, trying to yank me towards the door. He was just about to pick me up and carry me out until there was a terrified whimper which I had thought came out of my own mouth until I saw the creature recede backwards and bound out of an opening in the shack.
 

Theo was panting, his hot breath in my ear as he whispered, “Let’s get out of here before it comes back.” And I couldn’t argue with that. We both turned, finding our way back to the door, and once the cold night air hit our faces, we ran, back down the hill. Only then did a scream escape Theo’s mouth.

sooo I'm in Gettysburg bringing my sister back to college.
kind of boring, but I'll be back tomorrow, so that's good.
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