Transfiguration Extra Credit - Hana s2416

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This is my extra credit work for transfiguration class. So this is basically split into two parts. Part one is what I wrote for my transfiguration extra credit last year, I just never posted it anywhere and only sent it to Lay. It has also been altered from what I wrote last year so for anyone that I shared snippets of this with in private I urge you to reread it. Part two is what I am writing for this year’s transfiguration extra credit!

Part one is about a werewolf whilst part two is about an animagi and the animagus process, plus a whole lot of mystery solving and rule breaking. The dates also correspond with real full moons if you were wondering. Enjoy :)

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Fanfic Info:

୨୧ Word count: around 5800

୨୧ Date started: part 1 last year, part 2: 07/08/2024

୨୧ Date finished: 08/08/2024

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Part 1

13th November, 1989

Dear diary,

My friends and I are about to head to the forbidden forest and of course we're going by ourselves, no professor needed. We can't wait to explore and see what we can find in there. I honestly hope to run into the cute magical creatures we learned about in class. Anyways I'm already late, I'll tell you what we found later!

15th November, 1989

Dear diary,

I just woke up in the hospital wing. My head is pounding, my whole body aches and I have this sharp stinging pain on my left forearm. My forearm also seems to be neatly bandaged up. I have no idea what is causing this pain, nor do I anything about what happened. The last thing I is entering the forest with my friends. I wonder where they are actually, I don't see them in the hospital wing with me. The matron said that my memories should return soon enough once the shock has ed.

16th November 1989,

Dear diary,

I'm still in the hospital wing, although the matron says I'm mostly stable and I'll be able to leave the hospital wing soon enough. My arm will stay in the bandages until further notice. I still am not sure what kind of damage it is under, but the matron gave me strict orders to keep it wrapped up. Oh and my friend also visited me today. His face is scarred, there's claw marks on his forehead. Something must’ve attacked us.

17th November 1989,

Dear diary,

I've finally been released from the hospital wing, the matron reminded me once again to keep my left forearm bandaged, and she instructed me to come every week to get them changed. I still can't what has happened to me, and neither can my friend. My other two friends are no where to be seen.

21st November 1989,

Dear diary,

Classes are going well. I've finally caught up on all my school work. Everyone's been asking me what happened to me. I wish I could tell them, but even I am not sure. I also asked them about my other friends and they told me they haven't seen them since the 13th. They've gone missing, and in the forbidden forest no less. I hope they are doing okay.

24th November 1989,

Dear diary,

It's been a week since my release from the hospital wing, and as promised I had to visit the matron to get a fresh set of bandages. I tried my best to see what wound I had hidden under there, but she wouldn't let me see.

1st December 1989,

Dear diary,

I went back to the hospital wing again for fresh bandages. The matron said my wound was getting a bit better. I still couldn't manage to see what it was that I had. After leaving the hospital wing I tried to undo my bandages to see, but they wouldn't budge. That crafty witch must've put a spell on them.

7th December 1989

Dear diary,

Two bodies have been discovered in the forbidden forest, although they are too disfugred to tell who they are. I dearly hope they don't belong to my missing friends. My other friend and I still can't what happened to us when we went to the forbidden forest, we're starting to suspect that our memory has been wiped.

11th December 1989

Dear diary,

It has been confirmed that the bodies belonged to my late friends, sources also confirmed that they were mangled by claws. I'm also starting to feel really fatigued and dizzy lately, and I'm not sure what's cuasing it. I have my session with the matron in a few days time, I will ask her about this then.

12th December 1989,

Dear diary,

My friend and I plan on going to the forbidden forest again tonight, we want to get to the bottom of what happened to them that night. This time we will be more careful, the moment we hear something we will run immedietly, we just want to retrace our steps to maybe find something related to what happened.

12th December 1989,

Dear diary,

I'm about to leave to meet my friend. I can't wait to go outside. I don't know why, but I feel something calling me, urging me to follow it outside of the school grounds, it's like a weird graviational pull that I can't help but obey. I will take you with me this time, to immedietly report any findings. If something happens to us, hopefully this diary will be found with the answers.

13th December 1989,

Dear diary,

I just woke up in the forbidden forest, naked and covered in blood. I don't what happened. My friend is dead- His mangled body was in my arms the moment I regained my conciousness. I have no idea what happened, what could have caused this- My clothes are also thorn, including my bandages. I looked at the wound, it looks like some sort of bite mark diary. What is happening? My head is spinning, I feel like I'm going to faint any sec

13th December 1989,

Dear diary,

I’m in the hospital wing again, my left forearm still bandaged. I don't know where my friend is.

13th December 1989,

Dear diary,

I've read the previous entry, of when I woke up this morning.. In the forest. I do not writing it, is this... true? I would writing it if it was right? Has my memory been wiped? Did I.. did I really see my friend’s dead body?

15th December 1989,

Dear diary,

I've been released from the hospital wing again, same routine with the bandages and all, I have to go every week to change them. I don't think the matron knows about my diary, but I am certain now that she must've tampered with my memories. When I asked her about what happened to my friend I noticed the horror in her face, even though it was only for a second.

This time I am certain that my wound has fully healed, and that my bandages are just for show, so that no one sees the bite mark hidden underneath.

Everyone in the hallways glares at me, they blame me for my friend's deaths and disappearances...

16th December 1989,

Dear diary,

I've decided to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays. Something is happening to me and I want to find out what it is. I've come to the realisation that the both times we ventured into the forest it has been a full moon.. could it be, that I've been turned into a werewolf? Once most of the staff and students leave for their holidays, I will make the most of it and try my best to find any information possible from the library.

23rd December 1989,

Dear diary,

With most of the school gone I've managed to sneak into the restricted section. I've done a lot of research about werewolves, and I think it's actually possible that I've been bitten and become one. I don't what my wound looked like anymore, I only have the words I've put on these very pages. But everything else.. matches the description. I've been feeling fatigued, I've been drawn to the moon, whenever I suppusedly "turn" I don't any of it. But if this is the case, why is the school keeping it from me..?

9th January 1990,

Dear diary,

The full moon is tomorrow. My professors have told me that they will be collecting me tomorrow night to show me something, but they didn't specify what. I'll take you with me again and write what I can.

10th January 1990,

Dear diary,

I'm in some sort of abandoned house. I am not sure where I am, we apparated, but what I know is that I am trapped here. There's no way to exit this place, and I seem to be completely alone. The moon is coming out, I feel it calling to me. Something is changing within me. It’s trying to take control. I cant contr

11th January 1990,

Dear diary,

I woke up in the hospital wing again, with no memories as to what happened to me, only the physical burden on my body. If it weren't for my last entry, I would have not ed being taken to that abandoned house last night. My suspicions that I'm a werewolf have been confirmed, the only question is, why are the professors clearing my memories and hiding this from me? They took me there to protect my peers from me I'm sure of it, but why keep me from knowing my condition?

15th January 1990,

Dear diary,

I've learned about the wolfsbane potion and its effects. I planned on stealing the ingredients to make it, but it seems impossible. The ingredients are fairly expensive and hard to obtain, and I doubt I can find all these in the potions storage cupboard, not to mention that it's completely hard to brew, but I want to make it. I want to what happens to me when I turn. I want to be conscious.

9th February 1990,

Dear diary,

The full moon will come out again at any second. I am back at the abandoned house, the furniture is all scratched and some of it is even broken this time. I'm sure that once I awake in the morning I won't writing this anymore. The moon is coming, i can feel its rays

10th February 1990,

Dear diary,

I just woke up in the abandoned house, again I am naked, my clothes are thorn, along with the bandages I now keep for show. Now that I can see the wound, it's fully healed, but it's still a mark of what I am, which is why I suspect they make me keep it on, so only they know the real me. There's an empty vial on the floor, the label reads wolfsbane, but I do not taking a dose. I hear them coming, I'm going to pretend I'm still asleep.

10th February 1989,

Dear diary,

I'm in the hospital again, my memories have once again been wiped. Same routine as usual with the banages. I plan on sneaking into the matron’s office. I want to read my file. I want to see what they know and what they're hiding from me.

15th February 1990,

Dear diary,

I've snuck into the matron's office and read my file. They've been giving me the wolfsbane potion dosages before the full moons, or so they claim to be, because I do not taking any dosages. It's written here that the potion has no effect on me. Is that even… possible..?

22nd February 1990,

Dear diary,

I'm currently hiding in the professor's closet. I overheard the matron discussing me, they're about to meet here to discuss my situation.

22nd February 1990,

Dear diary,

I am a monster. They say I've killed twelve people, three of them students, and severely injured five, although I have no memory of it. They said that they've tried to feed me wolfsbane potion, but that it had no effect on me. Is that why they were hiding my condition from me? Because the only "cure" isn't working..?

22nd February 1990,

Dear diary,

It's escalating. They're saying I'm dangerous, that I need to be contained. They said they tried to find a way to avoid this, but since the potion had no effect, they have no choice but to contain me, the next time they take me to the abandoned house they're going to entrap me after I turn. I can't let this happen.

9th March 1990,

Dear diary,

The full moon is in two days, but that doesn't matter. All my essentials are packed. I'm making a run for it tomorrow when they let us out to go to Hogsmeade.

10th March 1990,

Dear diary,

I made it! I escaped during our Hogsmeade trip. Although I don't know what to do now. I can't use any magic because of the trace, they'll find me that way. The full moon is tomorrow. I have to find a place to lock myself in so that I don't go on a rampage, that would attract attention to myself and they would surely find me. Although I don't know how far I'll be able to go. My body is exhausted, but I will try my best to find somewhere remote to stay.

11th March 1990,

Dear diary,

The full moon will come out at any second. I don't know what I'm going to do. I have nowhere to go, no where to stay, but it's better than being prisoner. I see a forest up ahead, hopefully I can make it there on time, but I can already feel my consiousness slowly slipping away.

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Part 2

That was the last page I found written in the diary. I tried to flip through the pages, but the rest of the diary was torn apart, and in terrible shape. One page seemed to be deliberately ripped out. What the hell is happening at Hogwarts? Who on earth was this student..? I need to get to the bottom of this.

I’m lucky that I’m the matron’s apprentice for a herbology and potion’s assignment I’m doing, and that she’s busy tending to Harry Potter’s wounds, as usual. Not that I blame him for being forced to participate in this stupid tournament, but I do appreciate the distraction him and the other champions are providing me. Whoever wrote in that diary mentioned that their records were in the matron’s office. And the perfect opportunity presented itself. The matron kindly asked me to deliver her Potter’s folder and to fill out the paperwork of another student’s records, and I happily obliged.

A simple levitation charm delivered the folder for me, and a simple charm on my quill had it filling out the paperwork on my behalf. Whilst the matron was distracted outside, I took the opportunity and started searching through every folder dated 1989-1990, hoping to find something, anything related to this werewolf.

Nothing. I found absolutely nothing. They must’ve wiped the records clean from the matron’s office. Why wouldn’t they? They wouldn’t want an apprentice stumbling upon them. But it’s a rare case. I’m sure they’re keeping them stored away somewhere. I just have to find out exactly where they’re keeping them. And I know exactly what will help me.

My friends have already shown interest in breaking a thousand school rules and becoming animagi. I was skeptical at first, it seemed too dumb, dangerous, and highly illegal to do. But it would help me sneak around, I’m sure of it. I didn’t tell them about the diary I found, but we did start the process together.

On 18th December, 1994, we officially started by putting that horrible-tasting mandrake leaf in our mouth. I had knicked some leaves from the greenhouse when I went to tend to one of the plants. My friends left the day after for the Christmas holidays. I stayed at the castle, taking the mysterious werewolf’s advice to search the library whilst most students and staff were away.

It went surprisingly well. The librarian wasn’t there, and only a simple padlock stood between me and the restricted section. But I didn’t have to enter that area today. I started by searching the entire library for anything about werewolves, and animagi since I was now going to become one. My findings were quite uneventful. There was no new interesting information besides what they taught us during our lessons.

I continued my search throughout the holidays, but unfortunately, I found no records relating to the werewolf. They must be hidden somewhere, I just have to find out exactly where. I did find a book in the restricted section though that was going to help me and my friends get through this whole animagus thing.

On the 16th of Janurary, 1995, the three of us snuck out into the forbidden forest. We had all somehow miraculously kept this retched leaf in our mouths, and I was ecstatic that it was finally time to get rid of it. We also had a crystal vial ready in our pocket, and the chrysalis of a death’s-head hawk moth prepared to add.

We ventured deep into the darkest parts of the forest, where we knew no sunlight had hit in the last weeks, if not months. Finally we got rid of the horrible tasting leaf. I added it to the vial, followed by a strand of my hair. Then we collected a silver teaspoon of dew and added that to our respective potions. Finally we added the chrysalis, and I immediately shoved the vial into my pocket. We all put our wands to our hearts and chanted, ‘Amato Animo Animato Animagus’. It felt like a cult ritual, except one which included a horrible tongue twister.

But then we heard a distance howl, and growl behind us, and immediately bolted in the direction of the castle. As we ran, I spotted a piece of paper on the ground. I couldn't help myself. I picked it up as we ran and hastily shoved it into my pocket before concentrating on making it out alive.

After arriving to the castle, the first I did was hide my vial in the bottom of my trunk. It was quiet in there, and I wasn’t going to be opening my trunk since I had everything scattered around my room anyway. Once my dormmates left I took that piece of paper out of my pocket, and finally read it. And what do you know? It was the ripped-out page from that diary.

12th March 1990,

Dear diary,

I woke up in soft comfortable bed, in an unfamiliar room. I do not what happened. A man came to give me some chocolate in the morning, he said it would help. He also has claw marks on his face, just like my late friend did. Is he a werewolf survivor? Is he going to kill me?

Claw marks on his face..? That sounds like professor Lupin from last year.. wasn’t he a werewolf too? I folded the page, aiming to hide it when I realised that there was another entry written on the back. The ink of the date was smudged, but I could still make out the year.

??????? 1993,

I have found Artemis’ records. They’re hidden deep under the library, but it’s impossible for me to get there. The entrance is through the restricted section. The Werewolf book on the second bookshelf on the furthest wall will open up the ageway when pulled. Unfortunately, they have made it werewolf-proof. They charmed dozens of amulets to repel us, and from what I could see the interior was coated in silver. I couldn’t see much, the moment I set foot inside I fell to the floor. Pain shot through me, my head wanted to burst. I was lucky to have Sirius by my side to get me out safely.

The handwriting is different from the rest of the entries.. It looks an awful lot like Professor Lupin’s… could it be? And Artemis.. that must be the werewolf who owns the diary! Is that the reason Professor Lupin came to Hogwarts? Just to get Artemis’ records? Why else would a werewolf come to teach? I have so many questions.. But now I know where the records are. Although it’s too risky to go there now. The librarian is back. My track record isn’t the best either, no professor will allow me permission to enter the restricted section. I’ll just have to wait until the transformation, then I’ll slip through in my animagus form.

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And so for the next few weeks, I muttered that incantation every sunrise and every sundown. Each time I did it, I could feel a second heart beat within me. It was working. And finally, a storm came! I’ve never ran so fast before. I quickly got my vial from my trunk, not even noticing that it had turned blood red. My friends were already waiting for me outside of school grounds. Together we ran into the forest and found a secluded area. And so for the last time I put my want to my heart, and said the incantation once more, and then, I drank the potion.

The pain was horrible. My friends were half unconscious, laying down on the floor. I dropped to my knees, gripping the soil beneath me to try and make the pain bareable. My heart was pounding, as was the second heart within me. I took a deep breath, telling myself that I wasn’t scared as I desperately waited for the pain to go away. And there I saw it. An image of a greyhound flashed in my head. I took another deep breath, and my body started transforming, until finally, I was on all fours. I had turned into a dog! Gosh, this felt so weird, but my friends were still struggling. I had to help them somehow.

As the transformation settled in, it took a while to adjust to my new form. The world looked different through the eyes of a dog. The colours of the forest were muted, my sense of smell was magnified, and the sounds of agony coming from my friends were much sharper and louder than before. The sensation was exhilarating, but I couldn’t let it distract me. My friends needed me.

I rushed over to where they lay and nudged them both with my snout, hoping it would snap them back to their senses. Unfortunately , it didn't work. They didn’t even acknowledge me. I tried to shout their names, but all that came out was a bark. That seemed to do the trick though. Their eyes focused on me, and suddenly they started to change into their creatures. Before me now stood a black cat with piercing yellow eyes and a fox with a coat of fiery red. We had done it! We had turned into Animagi!

After hiding our wands and running around the forest for a while we decided that it was time to head back to our dormitories. I dug out my wand from under a tree and held it in my mouth. After visualising myself turning into a human, I found myself transforming back within a few seconds, and I now stood on all fours on the wet soil. We all celebrated with a high five and quickly rushed to the castle and safely made it back to our dorms.

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But my adventure wasn’t over yet. There was still Artemis’ records down in the library which I had to go get. So on Feburary 24th, when everyone was watching a lake for the second Triwizard Tournament Trial, I excused myself from the audience and transformed, and made my way back to the castle unsuspected.

My heart pounded with anticipation as I approached the library. The castle was eerily quiet, with everyone back outside, but luckily this made my plans easier. Sneaking into the restricted section was quite easy. Stealing the key was easier in my smaller and swifter body, and I somehow managed to turn the gate open using just my mouth. The taste of the rusting key was questionable though..

Once I was inside and at the furthest wall I transformed back into my human form. As I approached the second bookshelf, the book on werewolves immediately stood out to me. It looked much newer compared to the other books and the leather was still in perfect condition. I drew my wand and took a deep breath before pulling the book outwards. It immediately slammed back into its place, almost taking my fingers with it, and then the bookshelf groaned and swung open to reveal a hidden staircase, leading to Merlin knows how deep into the castle.

I took another deep breath and stared into the darkness. I’ve come so far to uncovering this secret, there was no turning back now. After casting Lumos I stepped into the darkness and slowly started descending the spiral staircase. After what felt like an eternity, the staircase ended in a small narrow corridor that was lined with bookshelves. I quickly took note of how clean everything looked, which meant that this space was still being used to this day. At the end of the corridor was a spruce door, and without thinking I quickly ran towards it and pushed it open.

The first thing that hit me was the scent of silver, and the light. The lights inside the room were quite bright compared to the darkness of the staircase and the corridor. As I looked around I could see the silver amulets mentioned in the paper, hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The rest of the room was quite neat. The walls were lined with bookshelves with a desk in the middle of the room that was cluttered with papers and scrolls.

The first thing I did was snatch everything that was on the desk and shove them into my pockets. After that I took one look at its drawers, saw the label saying ‘records’ and immediately tried to pry the thing open. Of course, they had locked it, and alohomora had no effect. But that didn’t matter. My cover was already blown by nicking those papers from the desk, so being subtle was already no longer an option.

I pointed my wand at the drawer with a smirk and took a step back. "Bombarda!" The spell hit the drawer with a deafening boom. The force of the explosion pushed me back into a bookshelf, but thanks to the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the pain was nothing. As the smoke cleared from the room I could see that the drawer was blasted open. Some of its contents were spilt out onto the floor, but the records filed under the letter ‘A’ were still intact.

I frantically started searching through the drawer, until finally I found it. The folder with the name ‘Artemis’. I grabbed everything I could find with the name on it and then bolted out the door, leaving the mess of the explosion behind me. I quickly ran through the corridor and up the staircase. The bookshelf closed itself behind me as I transformed back into my animagus form. I grabbed my wand and held it and the folder in my mouth and sprinted out of the library, knowing I could run faster in this form if I had to.

The journey back to Gryffindor Tower felt like forever, but I had made it. The second task would be over soon, and I didn’t have much time before my friends would return to grill me with questions about my disappearance. For extra good measure I searched my dorm and our shared bathroom, making sure no one was there before locking our door for extra privacy.

I opened the folder, my eyes widening as I leafed through the pages. There were so many, it would be impossible to go through them all in the little time I had. The sticky note on the front page caught my eye though. It looked quite old, and a lot of dust had gathered on it. Although the ink had faded, the message was still clear, ‘WARNING! DANGEROUS WEREWOLF - ON THE LOSE’

Using the limited time I had I skimmed through the contents of his folder. The first thing I read was the medical report made by the matron. It described the first symptoms of Artemis’ condition and the strange behaviour he would exhibit before the full moon, and the eventual confirmation that Artemis was a werewolf. It was clear that the kid was under surveillance, but none of it was mentioned in his entries before his first transformation. They must’ve removed his memory of that as well. But what surprised me the most is the unusual differences Artemis exhibited to normal werewolves.

It was written that he was much more aggressive than other werewolves they dealt with and that his body seemed to have resistance to most spells and silverware. They also tried to give him wolfsbane, and no matter the dosage.. It still had no effect on him.

The back of the document was even more horrifying. It contained a list.. of casualties.. twenty-three of them. Three students, and the rest Aurors and ministry officials. The page after this contained images of the victims. Horrifying images of their mangled bodies. The sight of them made me feel nauseous. I quickly flipped to the end of them and found what seemed to be a plan of sorts? It said they were going to capture him and contain him under the school until they could execute him.. It was signed by the ministry as well.. I’m glad that he managed to escape.

The rest of the folder had a surveillance order by the ministry and a list of incidents that they believed to be the doings of Artemis. That’s why Professor Lupin must’ve been after the file, to know the full extent of the boy’s condition, and to know what the ministry is up to. At the end of the photo was a photograph of a young boy. This was him- it was Artemis!

I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts as I heard a knock on the door, followed by the yelling of my dormmates to let them in. I quickly hid the folder at the bottom of my trunk before opening it. As I ignored their lecture and teasing for having locked the door I couldn’t help but think of all the information I had found. Artemis was a victim. It wasn’t his fault that he was turned into a werewolf. It’s not fair that the ministry has ordered his death.

I don’t know how I’m going to do it.. But I need to find Professor Lupin, or Artemis, and give them this file. I just didn’t know how I’d be able to do that. Apart from Artemis’ photo and his condition, I knew nothing else about him, and I have no idea where Professor Lupin lived either.

As the days ed, the weight of the secret I held grew heavier. Every time I saw a professor, I wondered if they knew, if they were involved in some way, and how they could let this all happen. I couldn't just sit on this information, Artemis deserved justice. All of this wasn’t his fault. I decided I would track Professor Lupin down. There were rumours of his whereabouts around the castle, I just had to know who to ask. Some were saying that he lived in Yorkshire, and with this new information, I started researching the area and coming up with a plan of action.

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The school year ended and I immediately took a train to Yorkshire after arriving home. The plan was simple. Transform into my dog animagus during a full moon, and use my enhanced hearing to find out where he was.

And the plan worked. I heard his howls and found Professor Lupin in a small, secluded cottage on the outskirts of Yorkshire. I entered in the morning after his transformation wore off and found him unconscious in a cell in the basement. I decided to wait for him upstairs and couldn’t help but snoop around in the meantime. I did find a spare bedroom in the cottage, but unfortunately, there was no sign of Artemis in the house.

Finally I heard the old professor climbing up the stairs and made my way back into the living room. The moment I transformed back into my human form, he recognized me immediately.

The professor immediately pulled his wand out and pointed it at me. Not that I blame him, I did break into his house. “What are you doing here?” he asked, the surprise and panic evident in his voice.

“I- Professor. I found something you were looking for,” I replied quickly, my hands shaking as I reach into my bag and pull out the folder labelled “Artemis.”

Lupin’s eyes widened as he saw the folder in my hands. He lowered his wand and took the folder from me. I watched as he flipped through the pages, his expression growing darker with each ing moment. When he finally looked up at me, there was a mix of sorrow and anger in his gaze.

“Where did you get this?” he asked quietly.

And so I explained everything. The diary, the page in the forest, the restricted section, and what I had done to obtain the folder. I told him that I knew everything about Artemis, and how it wasn’t his fault. I told him I wanted to help.

Professor Lupin sat down in a worn armchair, his hands gripping the folder tightly. “Artemis was.. special,” he said after a long silence. “He was different, more powerful than any werewolf I’ve encountered. The Ministry… they were terrified of him. They didn’t know how to handle his condition, so they chose to hunt him down instead.”

“And now?” I asked, the concern evident in my voice. Professor Lupin clearly knew Artemis.. But where was he?

Lupin sighed. “I don’t know where he is. I took him in, but the ministry showed up at my doorstep and he fled through a window. He’s been on the run since. But this,” he gestured to the folder, “could be the key to finding him, and helping him.”

He- he ran away. But he was still alive. If there was a way to find him, I wanted to help. I needed to help. “Then we’ll find him. We’ll make sure he’s safe.”

Professor Lupin looked at me with a mixture of iration and sadness. “You’re brave Cain, but this is dangerous. The Ministry won’t stop until they have him.”

“Then we’ll find him first. We’ll stop them!” I insisted, my voice filled with determination.

It took a while for me to convince Professor Lupin to allow me to help him. But after a long time of him protesting, he finally caved and agreed to let me him on this quest.

And now, I was no longer a student poking around the castle. I was a part of something bigger. I had a chance to change the fate of someone innocent who had been wronged by the school, and the ministry.

With Professor Lupin by my side and the stolen records in our hands, we set out to find Artemis to try and give him the chance at the life that he deserved. The road ahead of us was uncertain, but I was ready to do whatever it takes to find Artemis. He deserved to be saved from the cruel fate the school and the ministry had decided up for him.

The End

for now? Part 3 for next year’s extra credit task? Professor Cain OC next year with a dash of Artemis on the side? Who knows :fearful:

Anyway that was a lot longer than I expected it to be. Thank you to everyone that read the entire thing and I hoped that you liked the story :) And thank you Lay for giving me the idea to write a part two to the first diary entries :)

Byebye!