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Oh, Mushroom! by WentToManderleyAgain
Chapter 11 : Chapter 11: A Werewolf At Hogwarts
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Chapter 11: A Werewolf At Hogwarts

A/N: This one was extraordinarily hard to write.

Thanks to my beta, justawriter33! Whose penname I had to add to my computers dictionary! :P


Holy freaking shit.

"Run!" a voice yelled. So I did. But then Snape stumbled. Double shit.

"You go! I'll help him!" the person yelled. So I ran.

I ran and ran and ran for what felt like forever. All the way to the entrance of Hogwarts I ran. I couldn't breathe. If I was, it was coming out in short, quick pants.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

There was a werewolf! At Hogwarts!


Oh, Merlin!

"What the fuck do you think you were doing?" a voice came from behind me.

James Potter was helping Snape along.

"S-Snape was out of bounds. I was trying to get him inside," I stuttered.

"Come on. Let's take you to Dumbledore." James sighed.


"What did you see?" Dumbledore asked after shutting Potter and Snape out of the room.

"Not much. I just followed Snape in and saw a werewolf."

"That isn't very much at all."

I shook my head. "No, it isn't sir."

"Ms. Moore, I must beg you not to tell anyone what you saw," Dumbledore said seriously.

"Okay, sir."

"Please send Snape in."

"Okay." I got up from my chair and left the room.

When Snape left, Potter pulled out his wand and aimed it at me.

"I swear if you tell anyone what you saw-" he began before I cut him off.

"I didn't see anything." I rolled my eyes. "All I know was that there was a werewolf. I just wonder how it got there."

Potter pulled his wand back.

"You didn't see it transform?"

I shook my head. "No, but I think Snape did."

Potter growled. "I'm going to kill him."

I gave him a weird look. "Alright-y then. I have patrols to finish."

"What are you talking about, Moore? Aren't you already supposed to be done?"

I waved him off. "I like the solitude."

"Alright, Moore."

"Thank ye."


"Elizabeth! Someone's here for you!" A girls voice woke me up.

"Urgh…" I groaned. "Fine."

I pulled on my blue slippers and padded down to the entrance to the common room.

I rubbed my eyes.


"Is it time for our talk?"

Oh. It's Remus.

"Too early," I mumbled and walked away, not bothering to say anything else.

"Nice pajamas!" he called after me jokingly.

I looked down at my pink knee length t-shirt and sighed.

Oh, well. It's too late now.


"Are you completely awake now, Elizabeth?" Remus' teasing voice came from next to me.

Looking up from my books, I smiled.

"I'm never fully awake, Remus. You should know that by now.

"Awfully sorry, Elizabeth." Remus was full out grinning now.

I sighed and closed my books, turning toward him.

"Okay. Let's talk."

He nodded.


"I'm sorry for glaring at Michael," Remus grumbled. He was clearly not happy to be apologizing.

I stifled my laughter.

"I'm sorry for overreacting. I have a tendency to do that."

"It's fine."


"Well, that was easy!"

He laughed.

"And fast." He added.

"So I'll see you later, Elizabeth?" Remus grinned charmingly at me.


I clearly haven't seen him in a while if I'm swooning at his smile.

"Yeah. See you later."

I watched him walk away, a tiny flush to my cheeks.

I ducked my head to go back to working.


It was December 1st.

How it was already that, I didn't know.

Time seemed to be flying.

My life appeared to be fairly uneventful.

Until, of course, today.

If it wasn't the significance of today, it would have been a completely average day.

But no, it was the anniversary of my parents' death.

So naturally I curled up in a chair in the Room of Requirement, staring into the flames of the fireplace, nursing a hot chocolate.

I had only taken a few sips in the past hour.

"Elizabeth?" Lily said from behind me.

"Hmmm." I acknowledged her, but didn't look away from the flames.

"Liz, you can't sit here all day."

"Don't call me that. Not today."

"It's snowing, Elizabeth." Lily sat down next to me.

I smiled slightly.

"How heavy?" I asked.

"Not very, unfortunately." Lily sounded sad.

"So no snow fights yet?"


We sat there in silence. Just staring at the flames, reminiscing.

Having practically grown up together, we were extremely close to each other's family.

"Remember that time you sent books flying at Catherine's head?" Lily suddenly laughed.

I smiled.

"Guess we know now why that happened . . . I resent the grounding."

"I do too because we could of watched Peter Pan."

"Alas, it was not to be." I sighed. "We should have another movie night."

"We should." Lily nudged me. "Maybe we should invite Remus."

I laughed. "I'm dating Michael, Lily. I'm getting over him."

"Doesn't mean I can't think you're not perfect together."

"I wouldn't dream of it, Lily."

"Hey, don't we have the Winter Ball thing coming up?" Lily asked.

I looked at her, alarmed.

"Since when do we have a Winter Ball?"

Lily rolled her eyes.

"We had one last year. Are you really that oblivious?"


"You didn't go?"

"Obviously, Lily."

Lily gasped.

"You need dress robes! Oh, this is so exciting!"

Sometimes Lily could be such a girl.

With a tiny pop, a rack of robes appeared at the other side of the room.

"Did you do that?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Though we should get Ash, Les, and Katie over here if we want to do it now," Lily mused.

"Li-Li, my parents kinda died four years ago today. I'm not really in the mood for this."

"Oh. Right. Sorry, Elizabeth."

Lily's great and all, but sometimes she has moments of stupidity.


I was in the library, and I was on a mission.

A mission to find as much as possible on werewolves.

But of course someone has to interrupt me, because why let me have a nice peaceful day that goes smoothly?

They only reserve those for normal people. I'm not in that group. I wasn't invited. Too exclusive, if you ask me.

"Hairy Snout, Human Heart?" a bemused voice asked me.

"Oh, hello Remus!" I said cheerfully. "I'm familiarizing myself with werewolves."

"Why?" He looked awkward. Poor Remus. Maybe he wasn't comfortable talking about this stuff.

I shrugged. "Just felt like it. Are you okay? You don't look too well."

"No, I'm fine."

"Alright." I didn't believe him, but I decided to leave him be.


"Hey, Michael," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hello, Elizabeth. How has your day been?"

"I've been familiarizing myself with magical beasts." I gestured to my books splayed across the table.

"Emphasis on werewolves?" He chuckled, noticing that was the only subject.

"I suppose." I grinned.

"How about we go down to lunch?"

My eyes widened. "It's lunch already? How did I not notice that?"

"Time flies when you're having fun?"

"I guess." I sighed and looked down at the books. "I should put these books away."

Michael looked around sneakily. He grabbed my bag and helped me up.

"Quick. Be quiet!" he whispered, before we stealthily snuck out of the library.

I can't believe I just left tons of books out in the library. If Madam Pince knew! She would murder me in my sleep!

"So, anything interesting happen during rounds?" Michael asked after we escaped.

I felt my eyes widened. Did he know something?

"N-No. Nothing interesting. Just the usual snogging fifth years," I stuttered.

"That's nice."

"Y-yeah. I guess."

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