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Albus thought about the new portrait they'd chosen to guard slytherin common room. Why, why did they have to swap the portraits round. Since their one ran off with a banshee (it's a long story) they had to get a new guard for the common room. But why did they have to get Sir Cadogan?

He made up stupidly long passwords, and changed them every day. Plus he liked to talk to Albus in his booming voice about when he was the portrait for the Gryffindor common room, when his dad was at school, and he didn't let poor Albus in until he was finished.

Albus hated people talking to him about what his dad used to do at Hogwarts. He honestly didn't care, and the stares he got in history of magic were just annoying. But Sir Cadogan just talked on and on about how many times Harry used to come in ect.

No-one had ever bored Albus this much. He didn't know why Sir Cadogan couldn't see no-one cared about his long stories and his strange tales. Surely he would notice everyone hated him.

Why give the job to him anyway? Why would anyone want to have such a loony guard?

They were strange people.

He wandered down the corridor, bored, waiting for something to do, when he arrived at the Slytherin Common Room.

"Oh god. Do we really have to go through this Humdinging spew bat." Albus wrinkled his nose, whilst talking to the potrait.

"No. I've changed the pasword." He said, for the fifth time that day.

"Why?! Why must you keep changing the passwords?" Albus exclaimed, exasperated.

"It amuses me." Sir Cadogan said.

"Couldn't you start doing sudoku?" Albus said ridiculously.

"What?!" The portrait was baffled.

"It's a thing my mum does, you have to put the numbers in lines vertical and- oh, never mind, just let me in!" Albus started to explain what sudoku was, and then thought better of it.

"No. I need the password." He said stubbornly.

"Oh, should I just sleep here then?!" Albus said sarcasticly.

"Yes. Unless you can tell me the password."

"Well, I can't. So... Urrrrrgh!" Albus stomped his foot, feeling very like a five-year old.

"Your father used to do that. Whenever I said..."


He stormed off, turned the corner, and left into the gardens. He needed to think.

Stupid portraits and their passwords. Not like it even stops Gryffindors and other houses getting in. They come in anyway. The idea is so that freaks like James can't come an annoy us, not so that we can't can't get in, and then get into trouble because we haven't done our home-work. Albus thought furiously. How dare the professeurs appoint a lunatic like him, just to torture us.

Just then, he heard a snarl. And a growl. And several screams. He had no idea as to where they were coming from. He heard russles in the bushes, and twigs snapping, he saw a pair of yellow eyes looking at him through the hedge...

Then he heard a scream, and snarls, and the sound of something ripping. He could just make out a werewolf wrestling a girl, who looked like a first year. He couldn't tell who she was, just that she was a small girl.

How and why she was out at this time of night, Albus didn't know, but he didn't really care. All he cared about was not getting hurt.

He turned to run, but then he tripped over a root of a tree. He tried to scramble up, meaning to get out. He couldn't help her, what could he do? All he could do was leave.

Slytherins always run. Albus heard his fathers voice, telling him about the school when he was a little child. They always chose to save their own neck, never someone else's.

"Shut up." Albus tried to tell the voice.

But deep down, he knew the voice was right. That running away was not going to help him or anyone else. Actually it would help him.

But he didn't want to be like his father. But did he want to be like the Slytherin cowards his dad had always described?

Albus didn't care about his dignity right now. Or bravery and whatever else his parents were always yapping on about, he turned and ran. He knew it ws cowardly, he knew it was stupid, but he couldn't tell anyone. He knew he could get other students hurt, but he didn't know how to say it. He would look like a fool, no-one would believe him. He knew it was a werewolf. But who in the wide world would believe that a werewolf was admitted to Hogwarts.

He thought about it. It was wrong to do what he was doing. It was just the wrong thing to do. But he couldn't, he couldn't tell anyone. He didn't know why this was so important to him, it just was. He couldn't bring himself to say it to anyone. But he had to.

"Professeur Longbottom?" Albus knocked timidly on the office door.

"Come in." Neville looked around to see Albus.

"I- I have something t-to say." Albus stammered.

"What's wrong?" Neville stared at him in concern.

"I was out in th-the woods, j-just n-n-now, and, I saw a-a- a were-werewolf attacking a g-girl. She l-looked about 11." Albus managed to say.

"Good grief!" Nevill stood up. "Whereabouts was this?"

"J-just at the begginging of th-the forest." Albus stuttered.

"You may go." Neville said, and went in search of the girl.

Albus went off, and sat down in a corner, trying to get his head round everything.

"What's up?" Scorpios came round the corner, and looked confused as to why Albus was sitting with his back against the wall, seemingly scared.

"Nothing." Albus stood up and smiled, as though everything was okay. Then they heard Professeur Longbottom announced throughout the school.

"All students please return to their house common room."

"What's that about?" Albus asked, even though he thought he knew.

"Don't know.Have you heard the new password for the common room?"Scorpios asked.

"No, have you?"

"Yeah, the portrait's flipped, he's got this little blue book that he's writing something in. And the name of this book is the password."

"What's the password."


* * *

James and Vera were doing all day rehearsles, not obliged to go to class, the show was in 1 week.

Or so they thought.

"Children, come here." A mixture of dancers, make-up artists, backstage managers, comstume desingers, singers and just people who often hung around while they were rehearsing gathered around Mrs Bisard, the drama teacher. "For the good of the show, and for a chance for you to meet new people, we have decided that for our show, we are inviting other children from other schools! We will be competing with Beauxbatons Adademy.This means you can learn alot about other contries, and their ways of performing, which are very handy skills to have." She finished.

The other kids seemed happy enough, except Vera, who stood up and said,

"Excuse me? We only have 1 week before the whole thing. Isn't this going to affect what we do?" Vera asked.

"No. The only thing it will affect is we are going to have an extra something at the end of the show with everyone in it. We haven't quite decided what it will be yet, so I cannot make sure you're rehearsed, before tommorrow. We will now have 2 weeks, instead of one, end of meteting, you're dismissed." She finished and waved them off with a flick of her hair.

As Vera and James walked back to the Gryffindor common room, they discussed the news for the show.

"So what do you think of their idea?" James asked her.

"I think it's cool. I mean, that way we'll see loads of other people." She said.

"Yeah, me too." They walked in a comfortable silence for a while.

"All students please return to their common rooms, please." Professeur Longbottom announced.

"What's that all about?" James asked.

"I don't know. Anyway, let's go." Vera took his hand and they went into the common room together.

Once they arrived, Fred came over to them looking scared.

"Guess what?" Fred whispered.

"Those words never follow anything good, what is it?" James said.

"Apparently, some first year girl, was out late last night, and got bit by a werewolf." Fred told them.

Vera gasped. "Which first year?" She asked, worry showing all over her face.

"We don't know. All we know is that it was a girl. The teachers are refusing to tell us anything."

"That's stupid."

"I know."

* * *

"So we were wrong. The Vera girl has managed to make a recovery in time for the show." Nikishia said to Laura.

"I know." Laura did not know what else to say.

"We have to get her out of this show." She continued.

"I know." Laura wished she had something more helpfull to say.

"So what do we do?!" Nikishia almost yelled.

"I don't know." Laura said.

"Come up with something!"

"I can't!"

"Why not?" Nikishia was almost screaming now.

"Because I'm what, 12? I'm your personal assistant, not your slave.You treat me like total dirt and you never seem to treat anyone else eny different except for yourself. You're selfish, brutal, mean and vain, and all you care is this stupid show! And FYI, James Potter and Vera Jonassen are nice people! Back off them!" With that Laura turned and slammed the door behind her.

"Lauren, come back here!" Nikishia went after her, and caught up with her.

"It's Laura." She stomped off, and went into a dark corner of the Gryffindor common room, where no-one could see her. Or so she thought.

"What are you doing?" A voice came out of the shadows. "It's not normal a good-looking girl like you should be crying in corners like that."

"I'm not crying." Laura said, even though tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Of course you're not. How silly of me." She could just make out a mass of red hair.

"Who the hell are you?" Laura asked, not caring if she sounded rude.

"What's wrong with you?" The voice said, seemingly avoiding the question.

It was all Laura needed to start talking, and once she started talking about what had just happened, she couldn't stop. "I made a mess of everything, my life, my school career, my friends, eerything. I used to work for Nikishia, because my older sister worked against her. I hated my sister. She was everything I wasn't- skinny, good-looking, social, really sociable, she had everything thing I wanted. I wanted people to see me as me, not as a not-so-good version of her, but then everything I had in my life became consumed with trying to be better than her. It was no longer about how people saw me, it was about getting revenge on her, for everything she did. She warned me against becoming anything to do with Nikishia, and she was right yet again!" Laura wailed. She had been through a bad time with her sister, but she couldn't see that she had caused most of her problems.

"I know your sister." The boy said. Laura muttered something along the lines of 'of course you do' but she let him go on. "You're every bit as beautiful as she is. She is skinnier, but you're not fat. I've watched you, you don't eat half as much as you used to, you're pratically anorexic. You look hurt every time she has something, or turns a year older. Can't you see, you two are two different people, you don't look the same. But that doesn't mean you're not as pretty as she is. It really doesn't. You're every bit as pretty as she is, and you might even be prettier." The boy stopped speaking and looked at her.

"You have to say that. You don't mean it." Laura said.

"I do. You're not fat, you're curvy, and you have a figure. Your sister has no figure. She would probably kill for your figure. Your hair is blonde, your body's gorgeous, you have sea blue eyes- every girl would love to be you." The boy said. "Not that I would really know what girls like, but hey."

"Thanks." With that, Fred Weasly bent down and kissed her.

* * *

When everyone was crowded into their common rooms, teachers were starting to explain what had happened. The head of Slytherin, Professeur Slughorn, was explaining to all the Slytherins.

"A girl was bitten a few hours ago, by a werewolf. This girl would prefer to go unamed, for obvious reasons. The staff are trying to find out how a werewolf could have bitten her, as there are no werewolves in hogwarts. We urge you not to leave the building at full moons, until we have found out the cause of her bite." Slughorn finished, and looked around for questions.

"Sir, will she be allowed to come to Hogwarts, the girl who's been bitten?" A seventh year Slytherin asked.

"That has yet to be discussed." He said, silently begging for someont to ask somethig else.

"And will the person who bit her be allowed to come back, if you ever find out who it is?" The same boy asked.

"No. The mere fact they did not tell the school about their lycancrophy, says it all." He said.

"What house is she in?" The boy asked.

Slughorn hesitated before answering. "Slytherin." He replied the bustled out of the room.

"Well, that was... unexpected." Albus said to Scorpios. Even though that was exactly what Albus had been expecting

"I know, which girl do you think it was?" Scorpios asked him.

"I don't know. Who isn't here?" Albus scanned the room, and came to the conclusion he always hoped he would never have to come to.

"What is it?" Scorpios asked him, noting the expression of worry on his face.

"Nikki isn't here." Albus said, going very pale.

"Oh god. You don't think-"

"That she's been bitten. Yes, that's exactly what I think." Albus tried to remain in control.

"Is she going to... be okay?"

"No. But she might die." Albus got up and capered down the corridor, trying to find Slughorn.

"Sir! Sir!" Albus ran down the hallway, once he had seen him.

"What is it, m'boy?" He asked, looking confused.

"I have to see Nikki! I need to see her!" Albus clutched the robes of the professeur.

"I'm afraid she is in no fir position for you to see her, Mr. Potter."

"You have to let me see her!" Whether it was the look on Albus's face, or the fact that Slughorn was weak and couldn't stand up to anyone for very long, he let him into the hospital wing.

"Nikki!" Albus yelled.

"Mr. Potter, keep your voice down. What do you want?!" Madame Pomfrey came in, looking reproachful.

"I need to see Nikki. Professeur Slughorn said I could." He pleaded with her.

"Oh, okay then, five minutes, and don't disturb her." She said.

* * *

Author's Note: So what did you think? Good? Bad? Excellent? Terrible? Let me know , pretty please! And if you're going o post harsh comments, I'm eleven years old and leaving elementary school in a week's time. So if you don't like my story, go find something else to read. If you do like it, or if you don't like it and want to make suggestions (like I said before, try not to be rude) I don't mind constructive critisism, and if you do like it by all means review.

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