Let's Do The Time Warp;;

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Taylor Swan rolled her eyes, the sunset only making her look even more red headded.
I swear to God, if I have to go to one more Transfiguration class, i'll...
She closed her green eyes, shaking her head. Thinking about it would only give her a worse mood. And possibly a headache.
"A walk in the woods would do, I guess." she said to herself in her Souther tongue, putting her books down. The last thing she wanted to do was study.
She had decided to go back to the Slytherin Common Room before going outside, changing into some different clothes.
Thank God it's near summer.
The weather was warmer, and little remnants of water and dew kissed her bare feet. She was only wearing scantily covering denim shorts and a plain white tee shirt, considering that Hogwarts was having a warm spell for quite sometime.
She laughed to herself, cheerful for the first time in a long while. Taylor was by herself, able to do what she wanted, able to be free of the mockery of being a Mudblooded Slytherin...
When Taylor came back to focus, she was in the woods.
Taylor shivered, but not from cold.
"Golly...it's creepy in here."
It looked like an entirely different planet, not like anything she had ever seen before. Moss clung to the trees in a tight, gripping embrace, and strands of it in thick, rope like strands to the ground, which was covered in a silvery fog.
A crack of a branch sounded, and Taylor whipped her head around.
"H-Hello?" she cried in a whimpering tone, pulling her wand out of her pocket.
She took a few steps back as another crack sounded...
"AH! SHIT!"
Taylor fell on her back, her ankle throbbing in pain. She moaned, grabbing on to it.
It was definatley broken.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die...
Another crack was heard.
"Who the fuck is there?!" she screamed. "Stay away from me!"[/size]

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Xavier

He had long since grown used to the eerie quietness of the Forest, seeing as it kept him within range of Xanthe. For the most part, that was, when she wasn't messing around with Darien. That little jerk-off, he deserved whatever he got.

The quietness of the trees erupted suddenly, the dark birds taking flight with a warning call. He hadn't caused them to fly away, no. All he had done was crack a twig under his steps. His hand gripped the twisted handle of his wand. Someone was intruding on his territory, this he knew. He had come to think of the deep shadows as his home away from home, where he spent most of his time. Tonight, though, was his night to return to the mansion. The night of the full moon.

But first, he had to rid his home of this nuisance. He brushed through the foliage, his wand pointed ahead of him. Who the fuck is there?! Stay away from me! He stopped, waiting a second to let the voice register in his mind. He knew it, he had heard it before. Before dropping out, on the train to the castle, the one they had cursed with the boils. The Mudblood Slytherin. He felt his lip rising with distaste. "What the fuck are you doing in here? It isn't safe for those of your likes, as you can plainly feel. I suggest you escape while you can, before I change my mind, Mudblood." His back was pressed to a large sycamore tree, his head turned to to the side. If he glanced just right, he could see her from the corner of his eye without revealing himself.

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Taylor whipped her wand out, her pale hand shaking from the fear she felt.
"What the fuck are you doing in here? It isn't safe for those of your likes, as you can plainly feel...
"Who is that?" she called back to the voice, trying to make herself sound brave. Whatever....thing....was talking to her, it could tell what she was...
I suggest you escape while you can, before I change my mind, Mudblood...
Taylors jaw dropped, and she fumed defensively.
Her eyes were widening by the second. How could the creature tell that she was a Mudblood?
"How...do you know that about me?" she said, struggling to make her voice strong and audible.
Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "Show yourself!"
She tried to steady her hand, recalling spells in her mind that she could use against her enemy, but her mind was blank. It was as if she were trapped with a boggart...
An idea came to Taylor's mind, and she steadied her hand and the clattering wand in it.
"Homenum Revelio."
A slight tingling went up her arm. She wasn't sure how she knew, but the spell must have given her the intuition that a human was there.
"I know there's someone there." she said, almost snarling. She felt slightly relieved knowing that it wasn't a deadly creature. She remained on the ground, one hand wrapped around her ankle.
"I already know you're there." she said again, louder this time. "Show yourself!"
A sudden fear came to her. What if this was a Death Eater? What if this person was going to kill her?
Taylor grimaced, attempting to get up on her ankle, but groaning from the pain. She would have to crawl back to Hogwarts; she couldn't even walk.
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[[[ - padfoot]

Xavier

He smirked, tossing the dark hood of his cloak up. It landed smoothly on his head, sliding down to cover his eyes. He shook with excitement. This little Mudblood, acting tough like she could actually do something. He was untouchable, invincible. He had the Dark Lord on his side. His finger tapped against his wand at his side, leaves and pine needles crackling under his feet. "What's the matter, Mudblood? Scared," Ah, how he had missed taunting the lower species. She was defenseless, lying on the ground with a broken ankle. "You might wanna get that fixed, before, you, you know. Die," His michevious grin stretched across his face, his eyes staring down the length of his nose at the girl.

"So, this is what has become of the once great Slytherin House? Letting weak, defenseless, stupid Mudbloods in? Maybe its a good thing I got kicked out," Didn't matter if she figured out who he was. Chances were that if she couldn't run, then she couldn't live. He could already feel the air cooling where the sunk was beginning to sink below the horizon. Just a little bit longer and he would be a wolf once more, a danger to himself and everyone around him. And to make it even better, the Dark Lord had ordered a stop to his Wolfsbane, in order to see the true strength of a werewolf.

"I suggest you hurry if you want to live. But who knows? You may have missed your chance. I'd say you have, oh, a few minutes. Tops. Don't want to be my next meal do you?" Great, she would be quaking with fear, unable to think of what to do, what spells to use. Not that many worked against his enhanced form. "Oh, and you do know me, Mudblood. But soon, you'll wish you didn't. You'll wish you had never ventured into my woods. If you hadn't entered, I would have been wisked away, back to my home, safe from hurting little people like you. If by any chance you live, you get to share the same curse as me. How's that make you feel? Closer to being the equal of a Pureblood."

Her time was ticking away, he could feel it. And it made him happy. One less Mudblood in the world.

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Taylor's eyes widened, trying to retort something to the stranger, but no words came out of her mouth except what sounded like a terrified mewl.
I feel like I should know him...
Even at this time, she raised her wand to the stranger, her eyes still showing some of the raging will to live.
"I'll blast you before you can even touch me." Taylor Swan snarled, trying to keep her pale hand from shaking so she could curse him.
Even still, he seems familiar-
Taylor's eyes widened in horror, and her face blanched entirely. She opened her mouth to shout, but only a strained whisper came out.
"Xavier..."

Taylor still was hiding under the table in the Great Hall, her chest still hurting from where Xanthe had pounded on her.
A flash of red light distracted her. Kyra performed some kind of curse, but what it was and to whom, she couldn't see from this angle...
"Are you going to fight me, Murder?!"
The Mudblood shuddered at the sound of Kyra's voice; she was speaking to Xanthe. Taylor could sense the hatred between them, it was overwhelming...
The blondes voice lowered.
"Or are you just going to run?"
Taylor gripped her wand, ready to defend Jacobs if the third year got out of hand-
"CRUCIO!"
As much as Taylor didn't understand many spells, she knew that one.
From family.
She could see the icy gaze of Kyra Jacobs as she fell to the ground; she turned her head to avoid eye contact.
The footsteps of the person who shouted the Unforgivable sounded near her, and she looked up at him.
She would never forget that voice...

"No!" she said, entirely giving into her fear. "You're supposed to be in Azkaban!"
A sudden realization came upon the Mudblood.
She was going to die, and probably in the same way of her uncle...

"Taylor, I need you to hide."
The pleading voice of her cousin made the then six year old cousin sob even more.
"I don't want to, Darien!" she complained, her green eyes welling with tears.
She looked up at him, her voice a strained whisper. "Why is Uncle Robert hurting Alyson?"
Darien, at that age, about eleven, looked at his cousin, his hair a bright shade of green.
"It's complicated."
He looked at the hallway, his hazel eyes wide in fear for his twin sister.
He turned to his cousin. "You shouldn't have come..."
Taylor whined, firmly grabbing Darien into a scared embrace as the shouts from the eleven year old Alyson and Uncle Robert sounded from the kitchen. "After Aunt Julia died, Momma wouldn't let me visit, and I missed you guys-"
The subject of Dariens mother dying made the boy well up in tears; it had only happened a few months ago, and it still hurt him.
"Well, you shouldn't have come. Uncle Robert isn't thinking properly right now, and he might hurt you."
Taylor only burst out into more sobs.
Darien hugged his cousin, looking at a closet. "I need you to hide in there. I'll try to break things up."
Taylor nodded slowly, looking as her cousin departed into the hallway, and opened the closet door and hid herself.
Even little Taylor couldn't fit well in the closet, standing on the shoes and coats that occupied the closet. She stepped on her tip toes, straining to listen to the conversation...
"Robert!" she could hear Darien scream. "Stop it!"
She could hear the angry roar of Darien's step father, and she trembled.
"Darien!" her cousin Alyson screamed. "You don't get it! Robert killed Mom! He did it! He's the reason she's dead!"
Robert's voice was slurred; Taylor could tell he had been drinking. "You bastard child! I put her out of her misery!"
Darien said something inaudible to Taylor over the screaming of the tea kettle, but she could hear the loud smack that he received, and how he fell on the floor.
Taylor burst into more sobs as she could hear Uncle Robert grabbing a kitchen utensil, probably a pan, she didn't know, and she heard another few beatings.
She could hear Alyson's scream.
Then, she couldn't hear anything.
All of the chaos was doused by a green light...

Taylor looked up at Xavier, her green eyes pleading.
"Please don't kill me."[/size]

[[[ - padfoot]

Xavier

He bent closer to her, his eyes meeting hers. "Congratulations, Mudblood. You figured it out," His voice was strained, just like she would be for the next few minutes. "I'm not going to kill you yet, but you picked the wrong night to go for a walk. I suggest you get comfortable, because tonights not going to be a fun night for you. I've got a little story for you, Mudblood." He smirked, his knees bending as he moved to a sitting position. He drew his knees to his chest, as though he felt the need to protect himself.

"See, towards the end of my first year, me and Xanthe went exploring. She loves to, you know?" He paused, thinking back to the night. What a horrible night that had been, though he was still grateful it had been him to explore the room. Xanthe wouldn't have stood a chance against Greyback. "We found this little tunnel, just below the Whomping Willow. How we got to it, I won't reveal, for its something you really don't need to know. But see, we ended up in the Shrieking Shack. You know why it was created, right? You remember that wimp, Dumbledore? He created it to house a werewolf - Remus Lupin - during his years at the school. Pomfrey took him to the Shack monthly, for his furry little problem, and his friends - Potter, Black and Pettigrew - would sneak out and visit him. As Animugus', they couldn't be infected by the werewolf bite. They took him to Hogsmeade each time, despite the danger to everyone." Who thought he would be the one to give a History lesson, eh?

"Well, we met someone there, someone I was glad I met, instead of my sister. She never would have stood a chance against Greyback. He's a beast, ya know. Quite aggressive even when the moon isn't full. But, I met him. By myself, in a room, with Xanthe downstairs. Wasn't a pleasant night, I wont lie to you. I guess he smelt my blood. Wanted a taste. Well, he lunged, and my first instinct wasn't to dodge out of the way, but to protect my head. Tore my arm to pieces. I have scars, still," He extended his arm towards her, lighting his want to luminate the deep lines of t he bites. "Kneed him in the ribs, broke a couple ribs. Then he lunged again. Got my hand. Kneed him in the ribs again. He got my leg. Before my foot had even touched the floor again. I threw every spell at him I could think of. Started a fire at one point, and I ran. I was covered in blood, my body was covered in bite marks. I pulled Xanthe from the basement with my other hand, she knew something was wrong. The worst thing of the entire ordeal wasn't that I had been infected. Xanthe lives with the guilt, though I've tried to explain countless times that it was my fault I was bitten. She's stubborn, just like I am, she won't listen to my reasoning."

He pointed his finger at her, his jaw clenching. "That's exactly what's going to happen to you, tonight. Unless you get out of here. Oh, and as for how I escaped. The powers of the werewolf come in handy occasionally. The Dementors couldn't sense my present. Don't really remember the ordeal very much, I'd skipped my potion that month. But by what my Lord told me, I did quite a bit of damage. Scared quite a few people."

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"You have got to be kidding me."
Chayton glowered at his twin angrily, his black eyes boring into him. It was enough to make one flinch, but Andare was immune to this by now. He laughed it off, his hazel eyes gleaming.
"Don't worry, Chayton. It's not like anything is gonna go wrong. It's foolproof."
Chayton gave himself a face palm, groaning. "Foolproof? Do you know how idiotic this plan is?!"
Andare stood over his brother, laughing more. Andare was much taller than his brother, his long brown hair in a pony tail behind him in a traditional Native American style.
"Enlighten me."
Chayton glowered even more, staring up at his much larger, more muscular twin brother.
"Andare. Listen to yourself. You ordered an illegal sleeping potion. As in, illegal. As in, you'll be leaiving me to go to Azkaban. And you're meeting a girl out here just to fool around, while you knocked out her boyfriend with the said illegal sleeping potion."
Andare smirked at his brother, looking down at him in his black shirt and blue plaid boxers, his strandy black and red hair at his shoulders. "It's not my fault that I'm desireable."
Chayton snarled. "Desireable?! You have got to be kidding me. You're idiotic."
"You're just saying this because you're a virgin."
Chayton tried to come back with a comment, but he glared at his brother.
Andare's eyes twinkled. "Yeah. That's what I thought-"
A scream split the silence between the twins, one from a female. The brothers looked around.
Chayton whipped out his wand, while Andare's hands balled into fists.
The skinnier brother turned to Andare. "Do you think that was your chick?"
"Naw, she'd only be screaming if I were there-"
"Ugh."
The low sound of a voice was heard. It was inaudible, but sounded threatening in all the same.
Chayton focused, his silent feet taking him to where the sound was from, seeing a redhead and a cloaked figiure. Andare was behind him.
Just one shot...
Chayton aimed his wand at the cloaked figiure.
Incarcer-
"Incendio!!!"
A streak of fire flew from Andare's wand, lighting the space between the redhead and the threatening being. The fire cracked between them, feeding on the dry leaves on the forest floor.
Chayton turned to his brother, anger lighting his black eyes.
"Really, Andare?! Fire in a forest?!"
Even though smoke fogged the area, the full moon was beginning to shine above them...

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[[[ - padfoot]

Xavier

He jerked back as a fire sprang to life before him, craning his head away from the flames. Someone, it seemed, was there with them. It had been a mistake, on their behalf, though, to start the fire. Because, by turning away from the charring pine needles, he realized just what time it was. The full moon reflected in his eyes, and he grabbed his head, tucking it to his chest. He hadn't really wanted the Mudblood to face him, wolf-form. He had had a few more minutes, had the fire-maker not chose the moment to make himself known. He felt his clothing rip as his body stretched to accomidate the growing of his bones. His teeth lengthened, his ears, his fingernails.

"R-run," he hissed, pain gripping his entire body. He clenced his jaw to refrain from yelling out. One would think that they would grow used to the pain when it was suffered monthly, but he still struggled with it. It wasn't easy to grow used to such a thing, especially when it lasted just a few minutes and happened twelve days of the entire year. There was no comfort for him, he had no one to suffer through the night with. He was alone in his disease, with not even Xanthe near him. He didn't want her near, not when he was so dangerous. He wouldn't risk her life. Again.

The minutes passed slowly, for him anyways. He stood, fully transformed, panting and whimpering. They were safe, for the second while he gained his strength. But it didn't take long, and the scent of blood was strong. Even if they had escaped while he morphed, it wouldn't take long to find them. They couldn't get far when one of this had a broken ankle.

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Taylor Swan grimaced in fear as he told his story, his voice like a pestilence in her warm world.
"Well, we met someone there, someone I was glad I met, instead of my sister. She never would have stood a chance against Greyback. He's a beast, ya know. Quite aggressive even when the moon isn't full. But, I met him. By myself, in a room, with Xanthe downstairs..."
Her green eyes lit with horror, and she attempted to squirm away.
He's more dangerous than we all realize. Including himself.
Taylor gripped her wand tighter.
Tore my arm to pieces. I have scars, still...
The little light there was in the woods illuminated at the jagged, purple scars at his arms. She reached her arm out, almost as if to touch them. She shivered at the pain that Xavier once felt.
He's a werewolf.
It's a full moon.
I'm screwed.
Taylor looked up at him, her eyes full of fear for his condition.
"That's exactly what's going to happen to you, tonight.
Taylor blinked, closing her eyes for a moment, the darkness taking her.
Her lips parted, and she dipped her head.
"I'm sorry."
She was pitiful of him; he lived in the forest by himself, with no one, while his sister left him for dead...
She kept her eyes shut as tight as she could; she would take being destroyed quickly.
Darkness is all I need. I don't want to see my fate-
A bright explosion illuminated a reddish glow beneath her closed eyes, and she opened her eyes quickly, recoiling.
A small log had quickly caught ablaze; from where the fire came from, Taylor had no clue.
"Really, Andare?! Fire in a forest?!"
Taylor scowled. Andare and Chayton? Taylor knew of the two prankster twins in Gryffindor; many a time before they had pulled a prank on Slytherins and first years.
From the red light, a new light began to shine, and Taylor moaned in horror.
Silver light.
Moonlight...
"R-run..."
Taylor stared up at Xavier, a blood chilling scream erupting from her mouth as he began to mutate grotesquely in front of her, his face elongating and looking more monster like...
Taylor yelled again in pain as she positioned herself on her broken ankle, but she would need to stand. She needed to save her life.

(Permission to NOM TAYLOR a bit.)[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Simply a look can break your heart.

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Full moon.
Xanthe sat on the edge of the balcony of the Astronomy Tower, looking out into the Forbidden Forest. Her eyes were glittering with the reflection of the full moon ahead. She knew her brother was somewhere under these stars waiting for a terrible mutation to succumb his human form. Probably in pain, Xavier was searching for a target, the muscles of his lean body becoming more and more prominent as the night persisted. He was soon to turn into an animal. A werewolf, a disgrace of nature.
The Slytherin girl kicked her legs, which dangled limply in midair. Only a few inches and she would fall to her death but as everyone knew, Xanthe Murder laughed at death to it’s face, inches from the warmth of its breath.
She was only here to “watch” over the forest. Hagrid’s Hut lie just about three dozen metres away from the growth, and yet he was always silenced from the possible screeching and howling of Xavier. A simple charm cured that quickly and precisely, but Snape wasn’t so easy to mask.
Murder never did anything to keep him away from the scene on a full moon ever since the first attack a couple years ago, since he probably saved more than their lives that night. The diseased girl was gone; never came back to Hogwarts, never stepped foot again after that year ended. Only God knew where she went. Not like anyone cared, since everyone seemed to have forgotten her a long time ago.
Smoke?
Xanthe narrowed her eyes, confusion inching its way onto her white face.
Smoke…?
She bit her lip watching the man-made fog rise up against the still tree tops, reaching its thin, grey hand towards the moon. Something was happening, and it was bad. The twin noticed the orange-red flame begin to devour the limbs of the wooden oasis.
That fire did not just strike on its own. Oh no, someone… but who? Who could’ve possibly slipped into the forest right under her nose? Xanthe had been watching the whole time. The only blinded side was sideways to the castle which had a corridor that led to the outside near a specific House‘s common room…. Must’ve slipped past on her way here.
A noise was heard in the distance, a scream? Couldn’t be. Probably a retarded owl of some sort attempting to take flight to escape the fire.
She sneered.
“Who wants to bet me ten thousand Galleons Gryffindors are to blame for this?” she muttered to herself, hopping off the railing onto the concrete floor of the Tower. Her nose wrinkled into a snarl not even Xavier could match. Xanthe leaned on the banister with her elbows, crossing her legs behind her as she stood, still and as cold as stone.
There was no sense in interfering, since Xavier was probably back at the Manor in bondage deep into the most isolated pits of the cellar. He’d kill prisoners there, probably, and the Dark Lord wouldn’t let him escape the premises in such a condition.
Still, it makes no sense that someone would be starting a blaze for the hell of it.
It’s Gryffindors. What did you expect?
Xanthe silently laughed to herself.
Good point.
She would watch from here. If anything, she would surly catch a glimpse of an occurring problem as it happened, straight from the safety of the Hogwarts castle. The kids would be caught and she would get her satisfaction.

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Andare blinked, the silver light of the moon through the trees making him look a sick shade of light tan.
"Is that..." he muttered, fear rising in his throat and closing it.
Chayton was the only one whos face remained stone. "Xavier."
He looked at Andare; the Gryffindor twins, along with everyone in the school, had heard of the Slytherin who had performed an Unforgiveable at the first day of the year, promptly taking him to Azkaban.
Andare blinked.
If he was willing to perform an Unforgiveable that night...he'd do it again. Here. To us, to the girl.
The larger twin looked at Chayton, already being able to tell by the look in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing.
"R-run..."
Andare's face turned to stone horror as he looked at the body of the former Slytherin boy, his face twisting and mutating into something grotesquely abnormal, something inhuman...
"He's a werewolf! Run!"
Chayton ran to the girl, and although he wasn't as muscular as his twin, he could still pick her up as easily as he could a textbook. The Claythorne twins were known for their impressive strength.
Andare stood facing the monster, his eyes wide in panic.
He turned to his brother.
"Chayton...we need to get out of here."
Chayton stared at his brother in disbelief. "No shit."
Andare blinked. "Let me carry the girl."
Chayton hesitantly nodded, and he ran ahead of his twin, praying that he was as fast as him in the face of death...
Andare carried the fragile girl in his arms, running as fast as he could from the monster.
There was no time for spells.
There was no time for fighting.
Only running.

Chayton had made it out of the woods before his brother did, holding his sides as he panted.
He looked to the forest.
Where is he?

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