AN: Yeah, this is a rewrite. I wasn't happy with how the story was going, so I decided to scrap it and rework a few pieces. I'm hoping to have this completed fairly soon, assuming that I don't lose my inspiration again, and then "Inferi Infection" is going to be made the sequel, since I completely buggered the plot on that as well.

The Lost Marauder.

By Craze.

Prologue

She was sitting up in her room, and her parents were downstairs. She hadn't bothered to come down when the man with the long white beard came over. Professor Dumbledore, her mum had called him. It didn't matter. He'd only come to tell her parents what all the other headmasters had told them. She couldn't go to his school. She was too dangerous. She rolled her eyes to herself.

They didn't know the half of it.

Aurora "Rory" Knight hadn't had much of a childhood. She had been bitten by a werewolf when she was only a year old. They had moved shortly thereafter, but word got out, as word does in situations like this. No other kids wanted to play with her. No parents would let them, of course. So she had a lot of time to herself. She used that time as best she could. She wanted control. So she used all the time of her lost childhood getting it. She would show them she wasn't the monster they all accused her of being.

For hours, she'd sit, she'd meditate, she'd concentrate, and eventually, after years and years of painstaking practice and work, she got it. She was no longer an animal, with no consciousness of what she was doing. Wolf she was during the full moon, but it was in body only. Her mind was still her own. As time went on, even her non wolf days found her with some wolfish characteristics. Her senses were more acute than a regular person's, for one. She was stronger, and faster, she began to see that she was the wolf all the time, rather than only once a month. The acceptance of that fact helped her keep her sanity, helped her keep her humanity.

Of course, that made the headmaster's even more reluctant to have her at their schools. Apparently, her unprecedented level of control made her more dangerous than otherwise. Go Figure.

From downstairs, she heard her mother talking. Growling softly to herself in frustration, she swung her legs off her bed and sat up. Her parents, of course, knew about her hearing, so were obviously troubling to keep their voices as low as possible. She stood up, walking over to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Jet black hair tumbled messily over silver eyes, cascading down her back. She chewed thoughtfully at a full lower lip. Her jeans and t-shirt were a little wrinkled. Her clothes always seemed wrinkled.

There was a knock at her door.

Her father walked in. "Rory, come downstairs for a moment, please. We have something to tell you."

Rayne stopped herself from sighing and rolling her eyes with great difficulty. Why bother telling me that he said no, that I'm too dangerous? She thought to herself. I already know that, I don't think I need to hear it every single time. Still she turned and followed her father down the stairs and into the living room, where she sat down on the chair. The headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, was smiling at her, his eyes twinkling in a rather annoying manner that put Rory instantly on her guard. What do you have to be smiling about? She thought ruefully.

"Well, Ms Knight, I'm sure that you're wondering why I've asked to speak with you. I'm sure that you think that you will not be permitted to attend Hogwarts because of your affliction, correct?" The professor sat there, still smiling, as Rayne nodded curtly, choosing to keep her pointed and sarcastic retort to herself.

"Well, what if I told you that you were wrong?"