Magic? || Years 1-5

Transformed: Year 1

Letting out a groan of frustration, she sank against the wall, head in her hands. Even though she played it off as if his insults hadn't affected her, they did. They echoed around her skull, taunting her over and over.

"Stop, stop, stop," She whispered to herself. "They aren't true. Why do you suddenly care what he thinks?"

Running her hands through her hair, she fell onto her back, feeling the cold floor of the stone sink into her skin.

It was refreshing. A warm tingle spread across her arms and legs, like stepping out into the sun from the shadows but instead of on the outside, from her veins. Amisty sat up slightly, rubbing her arms and legs.

The tingle increased in intensity, on the verge of becoming painful. Slowly, her vision grew blurry, the sounds of Draco's taunts growing in volume. She fell back onto her back, unable to see or move.

There was one last sharp, piercing pain before she blacked out.

-=+=-

"Amisty, wake up... please!" Hermione's voice echoed in Amisty's ears, making her head spin.

It didn't help with the fact that she was shaking the bed violently, not even making an effort to be gentle.

"Hermione, shh, she'll wake up on her own," Harry's familiar voice reached her ears and the shaking ceased.

"Wake up on her own! She's changed form," Hermione hissed.

Amisty jerked up her head at her words but felt something hard make contact. She was in a cage.

"What's going on?" She yelled, but it came out as a high pitched bark.

"She's awake!" Ron announced, and a wave of relief washed over the three friends.

Amisty looked around, confused.

"SOMEONE LET ME OUT, PLEASE!" She wailed, ramming into the door of the cage head first.

"Amisty, I'm going to let you out, okay?" Madame Pomfrey walked into her view, a calm look on her face as she kneeled down and opened the cage door slowly.

She walked out hesitantly. Why could she feel four feet into the ground instead of two?

That's when she spotted her reflection in on of the beds, she was a small black wolf with brilliant green eyes, tiny white claws poked out of the fur covering her paws, and when her jaw dropped open she saw rows of tiny, razor sharp teeth.

"WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!" She screeched, scrambling away from the bed post.

"Amisty, calm down, it's okay..." Harry whispered, holding out a hand to her.

"WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT THIS IS NOT OKAY!" She howled back, almost falling on her face as she scrambled toward them.

Hermione grabbed her, arms held far out of reach from her claws.

At the sudden contact she stopped moving, not wanting to injure her friend.

"Madame Pomfrey, do you have any idea what she's saying?" Hermione asked desperately, trying in vain to calm Amisty down.

Harry and Ron nodded, sitting down next to Hermione. The girl... ahem... she-wolf buried her head into Hermione's arms, a mixture of fear and confusion flooding her veins.

"I'm sorry but I don't. Very few can understand the language of animals," Madame Pomfrey replied, giving them all a sympathetic look.

"Will she be alright?" Harry spoke, gently running his hand through the wolf's curly fur. S

he looked up, getting a small, reassuring smile from him, and lay her head back on Hermione's leg.

"She's perfectly healthy and I have no doubts that we'll be able to get her back to her human form," The witch got to her feet, smoothing out her robes. "I'll give you five more minutes. No more, she needs to rest."

The three students nodded and she walked off into the backroom of the healing wing.

Amisty lifted her head slightly, to which Hermione loosened her hold on the wolf. She stepped delicately out of her friend's lap, circling back and sitting in front of the three, black tail wrapped over her paws.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, finally breaking the silence.

His emerald green eyes met her's, not a hint of fear or disgust in their depths. She opened her mouth to speak, before shutting it and simply nodding her head instead.

She wouldn't get anywhere with yips and barks.

"Do you know what made this happen?" Hermione turned her worried brown-gaze onto the wolf.

Once again, instead of words she simply shook her head from side to side, a muffled sigh leaving her lips.

"It'll be alright, we'll get you back to normal as soon as possible," Hermione whispered, running her hand down the she-wolf's back.

Her green-gaze shifted to the floor, tail flicking from side to side slowly. She got to her paws slowly, padded over to the cage, and curled up into a ball of black fluff.

Her friends traded sad glances, for Ron to be the first to leave. Hermione left next, turning back one last time to see if she had lifted her head.

She hadn't.

Finally, Harry got to his feet. He walked toward the exit, pausing at the doorway.

"Amisty?" He asked, not turning all the way around. She opened her eyes and lifted her head slightly at his words, uncurling her tail from her muzzle. "Do you want this to stay a secret?"

The she-wolf fidgeted slightly, a slight smile tugging on her lips.

She nodded slowly, hoping her gaze translated into the amount of gratitude she felt.

"Will do. I'll visit you later, okay?" The messy-haired boy waved goodbye as he closed the door behind him.