The head was the biggest transformation. Werewolves previously had a mixture of human and wolf features, but their human faces were still distinct enough to distinguish them. Now he had the proper head of a monstrous wolf, beefed up to match his massive size.
I whistled at the drastic transformation.
Worgen.
I had successfully transformed a werewolf... to a worgen. After years of work and effort... it finally paid off. I sniffled, a surge of pride and self-satisfaction blooming inside my heart.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. You were a huge help."
"Only in expediting the inevitable. Don't humble yourself too much."
Fenrir stared down at his claws in amazement, then said, "It's—whoa! I can tal'?!"
He only opened his mouth once when he spoke but still his words flowed out of him as if he were talking in his human form. His voice was much lower than before and had an underlying growl to it, but it was distinguishable enough to understand.
"You shhhoouuld be able to turn back assssss well," I told him.
Fenrir cocked his head, a big bushy tail waving behind him as he thought.
Then he flexed again and the human Fenrir stared at me in amazement.
"It didn' 'urt! It didn' 'urt or nothin'," he babbled in wonder. "Yeh did it! YEH DID IT!"
"Test's not over," I reminded him then yawned again. "Gotta make sssssure you can do it in sunlight, too. And that your sssaa—saaaliva isn't contagious 'less you're actively tryin' to spread it."
"Do the others—do they all nee' teh do the ritual too?" asked Fenrir excitedly.
"Shouldn't. Your version of the curse should be the dominant version."—another yawn— "If you spread it to the others, it should overwrite their version," I said. "But I can't guarantee it'll be a smooooooooth process."
"This is—this is—" Fenrir was at a loss for words, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I ne'er... I ne'er thought I'd see the day... No pain, no hunger... complete control. Yeh..."
Fenrir swooped down, picking up and squeezing me tightly as he twirled around.
"Rosie! 'Ow can I ever than' yeh?" he asked me. "Yeh've given me so much. I—I dunno wha' teh say or do. Yeh e'er need anything—anything—yeh say the wor'. Yeh say it and I'll ma'e it happen. Ha! Hahahaha!"
So full of joy, Fenrir Greyback threw back his head and laughed with all of his might. Still holding me in his arms, he transformed into his fluffy self and howled his delight to the moon.
Naturally, since this was a werewolf village he was immediately joined by a chorus of howls that woke everyone up. Hundreds of werewolf howls echoed throughout the streets, along with some amused human howls. Once the symphony started it was really for the best to embrace the howl fest. It wasn't going to let up any time soon.
Ah. What the hell.
I decided to howl with them, throwing a fist up in the air as Fenrir tossed me.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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The ritual was a success.
I had to go to class on Monday, but when I stopped by in the evening, Fenrir had proudly shown me his daylight transformations.
And he confirmed with me he was okay to spread it to anyone who wanted it.
I said hell yes, and by Tuesday night my entire fluff population had been transformed from werewolves to worgens.
To make my Tuesday night even better I did another ritual for Tom's new body—using Umbridge's dying breath—and Tom gave me special kisses as congratulations.
Best. Night. Ever.
Felt like such a shame I had to go back to Hogwarts and prep for classes and O.W.L.s but that was how life worked out.
Oh, and my fluff babehs were discussing making the day a holiday in honor of me and what I had done for them. They were arguing over the name and how it should be celebrated. Adults wanted booze. The families wanted to keep it below PG. There was some drama going on.
A lot of them also wanted to personally thank me, but I wasn't ready to reveal my true identity to everyone so they had to make do with adorable thank you cards and yummy chocolates.
I made the mistake of bragging to Tom I might end up getting more Valentine's chocolates than he ever did (out of gratitude for my fluff babehs).
He destroyed all my chocolate with a loving smile on his face.
It was extremely conflicting to be simultaneously furious with him and really turned on.
Ah... hormones. Or maybe my budding kinks were getting out of hand. Oh well.
He then set up a chocolate fountain for us on Valentine's Day and all was forgiven. Especially after I "accidentally" bumped him into it so he was covered in chocolate and needed my help to clean up.
What a great day.
Despite how awesome February was it tragically ended when March waltzed into our lives and the professors decided to ramp up our work load for O.W.L. prep. I lost all of my free time during the weekdays. I spent my evenings studying with the lions and snakes. Saturdays we did our homework, studied some more, and didn't finish until nearly midnight.
Only Sundays did I have an opportunity to sneak out to visit Tom, and thanks to the workload I was too tired to do much else than spend time with him.
Tom was gracious and supportive about it, even offering to help me study.
Obviously I refused. Accepting his help on O.W.L.s would be like admitting defeat already.
Somehow, someway, I was going to beat his perfect scores.
If I couldn't beat him at chess—we kept tying! Goodbye my chess master legacy—therefore I had to defeat him academically. My pride was on the line.
In March, I buckled down. I utilized years of obsessive study tactics I honed to test early into medical school. Flash cards, comprehensive essays, random pop quizzes, and late nights practicing made the entire month blur by. The only time I wasn't studying was when I did morning exercises (running or tennis), or enjoying my Sundays with Tom.
Studying became my life through March and well into April.
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Finally, O.W.L.s had descended upon us.
We received our examination schedules and details of the procedure for O.W.L.s during our next Potions lesson.
"As you can see," drawled Professor Snape as we copied down the dates and times of our exams from the blackboard, "your O.W.L.s are spread over two successive weeks. You will sit the theory exams in the mornings and the practice in the afternoons. Your practical Astronomy examination will, of course, take place at night."
Professor Snape swept across the room. "I am supposed to warn you in detail about how the exam has increased its defense against cheating and list all the ways you'll get caught. I won't. If any of you get caught cheating I'll see to it you're expelled and expunge your presence from our House."
Professor Snape fixed each one of us with a stern glare to fully convey his point.
I beamed at him, excited to finally get the testing out of the way.
Our first exam, Theory of Charms, was scheduled for Monday morning.
Sunday night I lounged at Lunar's Orchid with Tom, enjoying a lovely dinner among other things before heading back to get some rest. Although I went back early, I wasn't able to fall asleep until closer to midnight.
None of the fifth years talked very much at breakfast the next day, and all of my snakes were looking exhausted. Daphne's hair was thrown into a messy bun and she did not even put eyeliner on, Draco was unhealthily pale, Blaise kept fussing with his hair, Pansy threw up twice, Vincent kept running into walls, Millie cried when she accidentally spilled pumpkin juice, Gregory tripped over nothing several times, Tracey kept staring off into space, and Theodore—
Theodore—?
Looking around at breakfast I found that Theodore was sitting at the Gryffindor table and trying to coax a frazzled Hermione into eating. Awww.
Harry caught my gaze and mouthed, Hugs?
I grinned and headed over to the table to give my twin support hugs and forehead kisses.
Once breakfast was over, the fifth and seventh years milled around in the entrance hall while the other students went off to lessons. Then, at half-past nine, we were called forward class by class to reenter the Great Hall, where the new desks had been placed around the hall with a noticeable distance between each one. Each of the desks faced the staff-table at the end of the hall.
When everyone was seated Professor McGonagall stood before us and said, "You may begin."
She turned over an enormous hourglass on the desk beside her, and off I went.
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Everything was going well.
On Thursday, my opportunity to surpass Tom's perfect score had arrived. I would finally have my O.W.L. exam for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Canonically, I knew Harry had the potential to get that coveted little asterisk mark next to his O as bonus points for his Patronus.
Tom landed O's all the way through his O.W.L.s, but surely he did not even know about the beautiful asterisk. How could he? It wasn't common knowledge—indeed, I had only read about it through the fandom and confirmed it with Dumbledore earlier that year who also assured me that there had been less than a hundred students to earn asterisks during the entire history of Hogwarts.
No way, no way, would Tom Riddle have been able to achieve such a thing. The odds were too stacked against him. This was my chance. My moment!
And so after flawlessly performing the basic charms I was elated when I heard the examiner say, "Very good indeed! Well, I think that's all, Potter...unless... "
Professor Tofty the examiner leaned forward expectantly.
"I heard, from my dear friend Tiberius Ogden, that you can produce a Patronus? For a bonus point...?"
My cheeks started to hurt, I was smiling so wide.
"Expecto Patronum!"
The silver fox shot out of my wand and Professor Tofty clapped excitedly.
Victory is MINE!
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Bonus (sleep deprived Rosie part one):
"What would you do if I was kidnapped?"
"What would I do—" Tom fell silent at the question. We were seated on the love seat. Tom had stretched out his legs onto the ottoman and was reading one of the books from the Mythago Wood series. My own legs were sprawled into his lap while I alternated between daydreaming and mentally planned for upcoming heists. Tom was deliciously warm and the love seat was irresistibly comfy. Listening to that fire crackle and smelling the cherrywood smoke—
It was really hard not to fall asleep. Frankly, I think I might have actually dozed for a brief bit considering how increasingly absurd some of my daydreams were getting. One half-dazed thought led to another until the question popped in my head and slipped out.
Tom lowered his book. "Depends."
"On what?"
"A lot of things. How do I know you were kidnapped? Do I know who kidnapped you and their motives? Am I certain that you cannot rescue yourself?" Tom ticked off, raising a finger for each point.
"Um." Since the question snuck out while I was half-dozing I hadn't anticipated him to seriously consider it. After another moment of thought, I carried on. "Y-You saw me get kidnapped?"
"I saw you but I did not stop it?" He shrewdly questioned, his brow furrowed. "Why?"
"They—er—they got us with a gas bomb? It made you sleepy—er—" I tried to think quickly to carry on with the scenario. "We were gassed. Dulled your reaction, and they got away with me before you could completely stop them."
"How did they get away?"
"Apparating."
"Do we know them?"
"Nope."
"Then why would they target us?" he questioned, shaking his head.
I didn't know how to answer right away. "I am not awake enough to give you a proper role-play experience, I'm sorry."
"Go back to sleep, Rosie."
"I," I said with an air of great importance, "would stop at nothing to rescue you."
"Mm-hmm," replied Tom. "You can rescue me in your dreams, Rosie."
"I will. You will be my prince in distress."
"Mm-hmm."
"Good night, Tom."
"Sweet dreams, Rosie."
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Bonus (sleep deprived Rosie part two - switched to very shallow Third Person):
Rosie let out a soft snort, drawing Tom's attention away from his book. The witch was curled up on the couch, sleeping soundly after having finished rereading a chapter from her textbook.
Tom was seated in his favorite recliner, drinking milk tea expertly prepared by Sil. Tom had not been a fan of milk tea prior, but Sil had a way of preparing things just right.
He had to privately admit watching Rosie sleep so soundly made him sleepy. She was clearly exhausted from all the extra hours spent studying. Tom could relate. He was equally obsessive his fifth year, fanatically determined to score better than anyone.
"Mmmmff," mumbled Rosie.
"Mm-hmm," answered Tom. He had learned that it was best to respond to anything Rosie said in her sleep otherwise she'd get louder.
"Mmofhef?"
"Yes, quite," agreed Tom. He had no idea what he was agreeing to, but it made her smile in her sleep.
"Humphrultha. The—hmpph—ran—ran away?"
"Fascinating."
"The chickens ran away," she whispered.
"Better chase those chickens," said Tom in amusement.
"I don't know how to skate."
"You'll figure it out."
"Good. Tell Merlin I'll be home soon."
"Nope," he said.
Rosie let out a soft snort then rolled off the couch, her face smashed into the carpet and she let out an ooof.
She sat up slowly, rubbing at her nose. "Ow, ow, ow."
"Good morning, dear," greeted Tom.
"Morning darling," she said with a sheepish smile.
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Bonus (sleep deprived Rosie part three with very shallow Third Person POV):
"Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff."
Rosie had fallen asleep on the couch again, but instead of her normal sleep talk she seemed to be repeating the same sound. Tom paused in his work to peer curiously at his girlfriend, wondering what sort of dream she was having to warrant such.
"Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff."
Tom quietly moved to sit in front of the couch, observing Rosie's conflicted expression. Whatever she was dreaming about, she was clearly frustrated.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
It made her switch sounds, thought Tom, fighting back a smile.
"Fffffffffffffffffffffffuck."
Ah.
"Noooooo."
Aha. Tom placed a hand over his mouth to stifle his chuckle.
She was clearly distressed, her brow furrowed as she glared at whatever was in her dreams.
"Sauron is coming."
"Sounds dangerous," he said, popping an elbow on his leg and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "However will you escape?"
"Merfles," she whispered with great importance.
"Merfles," repeated Tom.
"It's okay," mumbled Rosie, stirring in her sleep. "Tom."
Tom raised an eyebrow. It was exceedingly rare for her to mention anyone that actually existed in her dreams. He could count on one hand the number of times she had talked about him in her sleep.
All of them were highly amusing.
"I would have your babies," she assured him.
What are you dreaming about? Tom wondered again as he tried not to laugh.
"I would let you have my babies," he said, trying very hard to keep a serious expression.
"Good. We can't let Sauron eat them. He'll get indigestion and it'll be the end of the world."
He couldn't. Tom started to laugh quite loudly which of course woke up Rosie.
She stared at him intently, clearly confused. "You're not pregnant?"
"What?" asked Tom.
She blinked once, twice, then her face lit up a bright red. "Oops. Forget I said that."
"No, no, no," said Tom with a smirk. "You're not getting away that easily, my dear."
Rosie whimpered.
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Bucket List Completed:
10. Build werewolf army (possible conversion into worgens in honor of WoW? Praise be to Gilneas.)
50. Learn about ritual magic
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The Worgen Army Shall Rise.
Rosie sleep talks when she's exhausted. Tom is amused by this.
Department of Mysteries next chapter.
Answer: Every time someone spoke a word with the letter f fireworks would magic into existence in whatever room they were in. Any time they said a word with the letter o oranges would rain down from above. And lastly, any time someone said a word with the letter x a deafening xylophone would start playing for a few seconds. Absolutely no clue if any of that would ever be possible, but I'd like it to be. :)
Question: What kind of Were Army would you like? Werewolf? Werecats? Weresnakes?
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