Silvie whipped around.  "Your not hurting anyone." she growled keeping her eyes focused on the werewolf... she was still unafraid, "Rena.  Get help. Now." she commanded, raising her wand to shield the girl if Andros tried to attack, she made no sudden movements, her brain conjuring spells she could use in her own defence.  "You have to listen to me, Andros." she breathed evenly, "The teachers will hurt you.  The wizard council will want you destroyed if you touched any of the students at Hogwarts, please.  Let me help you." she lowered her wand, putting her hand out as if she expected the human hand of Andros to take it.  She smiled calmly, showing him she was unafraid.    However she knew...if he decided to kill her.  he would.

"Silvie. Your hurting him too badly." Rena's eyes widened, faintly hearing his human voice. "The teachers would have heard his howl. They should be here any minute." Rena  took a few steps towards Andros and sank to her knees. "I wont hurt you. I promise, just try and remember. Hold on to the human thats left. I can hear it, I can. Dont give the wolf power." She sighed reaching her hand out slowly, her wand already in her hand incase he was too far to even understand her.

((Was that ok? btw you people fight meanly))

"No you dont!" Rena said pulling out her wand. "Dont make me use it." She jumped up and back from the lunge. She pointed her wand straight at Andros' head ready to defend herself.

((that was a fail lol))

Silvie knew the teachers were keeping many in the mess hall, perhaps unaware that she and Rena were alone in the corridors with a werewolf.  Her mind spun... she wanted to help the werewolf...as she had failed to do before.  Her heart raced, "Rena, get out of the way..." she whispered... she approached Andros.  " Vulnera" she whispered, the wounds her wand inflicted began to fade beneath the wolf's pelt...leaving no markings.  Her heart raced, she knew Andros was now more powerful with no injuries.  She put up her arms and threw her wand at the wolf's paws... she was completely defenceless if the wolf wanted to attack.  "Andros, you are lost.  When things arent going right...go left." she whispered..."And left... left is where you can find us." she smiled lightly at Rena.  "we'll keep your secret and remain your friends." she swore, her arms remaining up...

((vulnera: heals minor injuries))

Silvie smiled apologetically to Rena..."I'm winging it." she whispered slipping her long cloak that was part of her robes off her shoulders...revealing her whit fitted collared shirt tucked into her grey skirt and her knee socks.  And of course her green and silver necktie hanging limply around her neck.  She returned her gaze to Andros taking several steps foward... it was hard to do, but she had managed before, perhaps she could bring Andros's human form into control... "Just take my hand." she whispered, bowing her head but keeping eye contact.

Silvie looked towards the ground as Andros fled.  She ran to the window where he disappeared..."Your secret is safe with me." she whispered knowing the werewolf may not be able to here her voice.  She turned and looked upon Rena, "We speak nothing of this.  If anyone asks we got into an argument and were chasing each other down the hallway when a strange wolf like creature appeared... we were scared and paniced, running into the closest clas.sroom.  The creature didnt seem to have an interrest in us and then fled out the window and into the forest." she said her voice serious... "that will explain why we arent harmed..." she stated, erasing the recent spells on her wand with a quick charm and looking at Rena, "Follow my lead." she whispered in a cunning voice.  She had always been a good actress, and could force herself to cry.  She closed ehr eyes and when she reopened them were filled with tears that dripped down her cheeks, her dark eyes suddenly showed utter terror and her body began to tremble.  She gave a wicked smile towards Rena and ran, screaming down the corridor in the direction of the mess hall.  "Help!" she squealed, her voice full of panic, as she began to bang on the doors of the great hall, which were now locked.

Andros padded through the forest, his head hanging low and his tail trailing across the ground. He sighed, his breath misting in front of his face. He looked up, gazing around. He was in Centaur land. His nose flared at their horse and human scent. Suddenly, he stiffened and a low growl rose in his throat. Several centaurs padded forward, spears and bow and arrows knocked and ready. They were aimed at him. His growl rumbled through the earth and he glared at them. Suddenly, one centaur stopped and motioned for the others to as well. They lowered their weapons, but reluctantly. Andros's growl slowly faded away and he stared at them warily. The one centaur, a black stallion with a single white strip in his hair, padded towards Andros slowly, hands up, showing he meant no harm. Andros eyed him warily until finally, he was close enough. He bared a tooth, signaling that that was far enough. The centaur stop, his face showing he was a little disgruntled. Up close, Andros realized that the centaur was around the age of 18. The centaur boy sighed. "You are a very strange first year." he said wryly. his voice was rough, but gentle at the same time. Andros snorted and slowly sat down. The centaur boy studied him. "How are you able to control yourself now?" He asked, with genuine curious. Andros glared at him pointedly. The boy smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I forgot. Your a pureblood werewolf." He said. Andros looked away. It was his biggest secret. His father had bitten him, awakening the wolf within him. They covered it up as a normal werewolf bite, Andros having never been a werewolf, but it was all a lie. He had always been a werewolf. That was why when he was angry, he turned into a werewolf. Only Pureblood werewolves could turn at will. But it was hardly at will when you where angry. They still turned into raving lunatic werewolves at the full moon. The centaur moved, his hand coming forward, as if to touch Andros's fur. The other older centaur's shifted nervously. "Cail-" But he was cut off as something whistled through the air and thudded into Andros's shoulder. Andros yelped and whirled around, a growl ripping through his chest.  There was another centaur, but this was one was 18 as well. It was a male palomino. He strongly reminded Andros of Draco. Andros snarled louder. "Get back Cail!" The palomino shouted. "No use talking to a beast like him!" He palomino snorted. Andros roared. "No! Leave him alone Ethanuel!" Cail cried. Then, without a though, he leaped in front of Andros, protecting him from any more arrows that might come. "Drop your weapon Ethanuel! Now!" An older centaur roared. Instantly Ethanuel dropped his weapon. Cail turned towards Andros. "Let me see..." he whispered. Andros growled, but it petered  out into a whimper and he fell onto his side, panting heavily. Blood still trickled from his wound, the arrow lodged deeply into him. Cail cursed Ethanuel. "This is going to hurt..." He muttered. He grabbed the arrow shaft, looked at Andros to see him watching, and yanked it out of Andros's shoulder. Andros's howl of utter agony coursed through the woods and the centaur's flinched at the sound. Almost instantly, Cail placed a strange lookng leaf against the wound. He went into a pack that was slung around his shoulders and brought out a bandage. Carefully, he wrapped Andros's shoulder. "It will heal slowly. We put poison on the arrow's that prevent fast healing." he warned. Andros just snorted and closed his eyes, trying to push the pain away. He felt a hand on his neck. He opened his eyes warily to see Cail studying him. "You should change back. That way, we could take care of you better and send you back t the school." Cail said, worried. At the mention of the school, Andros leaped to his feet. The girls! He thought. But his thoughts died at the agony of pain in his shoulder and he dropped to his knees again. He whimpered and growled, cursing himself. Cail smiled. "Rest. We'll take you to them once your healed enough that you can walk without falling and killing yourself." Cail said gently. Andros nodded, then closed his eyes and blacked out.

((lol...ok here we go.))

The pounding echoed around the great hall, "Help! Help!" a female voice screeched frantically, Draco quickly reconized it as Silviana.  He glanced fearfully at the other Slytherins, Katie reading his mind.  The two stood from their seats along with several other of their already good friends.  Kierra jumped up, "Proffesors, Silviana is still out there!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, Jason would surely kill her if he found that she let Silvie get bitten by a wolf. 

-failness sorry for that xD-

((woah, just finished rereading xD but this will be a fail...))

Jared jumped up, Silviana was out there with that, that... thing!  "Proffesor Dumbledor open the door!" he called returning his attention to the banging behind him.

Dumbledoor rose to his feet, waving his wand gently and the door creaking open for the girl to slip through.

(( No it was good! ))

Andros groaned and his eyes flickered open. He gazed at the sky. Something was different? What was it? He started with a jolt of surprise. He yelped as pain laced through his body and he collapsed back onto his back. He could see color again! He was human! His hand went to his face, feeling it. The three scratches from last night were still there, but they had scabbed over. His hand, feather light, fluttered over his wounded shoulder. His left shoulder. It was wrapped tightly in bandages. His shirt was gone and he was wearing pants made of a strange cloth. He realized it to be elk hide with rabbit fur lining to keep warm. He slowly sat up, looking around. He was on a large tree trunk that looks as if it had been carved to look like a table. He realized that there was a thick fox blanket on top of him and a pillow of goose feathers and elk hide. "What is this place?" he whispered, gazing around. There were dark patches in the gr*censored*y area of the forest. Several tree trunks like his scattered the forest and several centaurs chatted away several yards away. Now that he noticed them, he realized that the place was filled with centaurs going to an fro. One centaur approached him. "Cail!" he cried, remembering the centaur's name. Cail smiled happily. "Your awake! I noticed your about the height of a 7th year at Hogwarts, so I asked the mares to make some pants for you." He said, smiling happily. "I stitched up your wound and re-bandaged your arm." He said calmly. Andros smiled at him. "Thanks. A lot. You have no idea how grateful I am." Andros said warmly. Cail smiled brightly at that. "Can you stand? There's some food if you want. No meat." he said, glancing sheepishly at Andros. Andros shrugged it off and carefully, swung his legs over the tree trunk. He gently set his feet down firmly, then stood. He swayed slightly, but stood firm. Cail let Andros lean slightly on him as they walked towards a group of older centaurs. The ones who had found him, plus a few others. They watched him warily and Andros looked away. Cail noticed and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry. We've only seen 1 or 2 werewolves since we've lived here so this is a bit different for us." he said. "I'm used to it...." Andros mumbled quietly. Cail frowned at that and said nothing more. They stopped at another table, this one larger and shaped so that it was circular. Three old centaurs stood at one end, watching Andros. There was a plate of apples, berries, and nuts waiting for him. His stomach growled and he bowed his head thankfully at the centaurs who returned the bow. He dug into the fruits, wolfing it down. He noticed Cail didn't eat like the old centaurs and him. He realized that Cail had given Andros his share of food. Andros stared guiltily at the last of the food. An apple, a few berries, a few almonds. He gently placed the plate in front of Cail, smiling slightly. "Thanks." He whispered. Cail's lip twitched and he finished the rest. He threw a grateful glance to Andros, then, the elders finished and began to speak. "Boy. Now that you can walk and have eaten and rested, Cail will lead you to the edge of the forest so you can return to the school. " The oldest centaur said gently. Andros smiled slightly. "Andros, sire. And I thank you. For everything. You can't being to fathom how grateful I am." He said, meaning every word. The elders smiled at that and bowed their heads. "Farewell, Andros, Centaur friend." They said. Andros leaned against Cail as they turned and left the table. The centaurs watched them go, occasionally smiling. The centaur children laughed and trailed behind them for a few minutes before disappearing. As they left the centaur territory Andros turned to Cail. "Why did he call me a centaur friend?' he asked, curious. Cail smiled. "Because you could of killed, Ethanuel, my father, and his friends. Instead, you stopped and listened, even after we hurt you." He said. Andros shrugged and touched the wound on his shoulder, wincing at the slight pain. Cail stopped. "Hop on my back. it will be faster." He said. Andros shifted nervously. "You sure?" He asked, hesitant. Cail smiled. "Sure. It's fine." He said re*censored*uringly. Andros nodded, then easily climbed onto Cail's back. As soon as he got a grip, Cail set off at a swift gallop, racing through the forest. it was only a few more minutes before they reached the edge of the forest and the castle loomed into view. Cail stopped and Andros got off. he turned to Cail. "Thank you Cail." He said warmly. He clasped hands with Cail. Cail gave Andros a quick one armed hug. "I consider you my little brother Andros. No matter the species. If you ever need help, just howl." he said, his lip twitching slightly at the wolf joke. Andros laughed. "And you my big brother!" He laughed. He turned to the castle and began to run. he turned and waved goodbye once more before heading towards the entrance. I have a brother! He thought. I have a family! The very fact sent thrills through him. He had no idea why Cail had taken to him so and accepted him as a little brother, but it didn't matter. He had a big brother. And that was enough.