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The dawn broke through the open windows of the secluded dusty cottage, glaring sunlight shining down onto the lifeless bodies in the sitting room.
As Gemma Farley’s form shifted painfully as her transformation turned her back into her usual human form, a feeling of dread crept up on her. Gemma knew that something was very very wrong.
Gemma picked up a loose dress left haphazardly laying on the back of her sofa of her sitting room and pulled it on over her body. Then Gemma turned towards the three deceased corpses on her living room floor and took a few steps forward.
The sitting room was eerily quiet except for the faint sound of the rustling through her open window. How odd, Gemma thought to herself, as she knew that she’d never leave her window open on the night of a full moon.
As Gemma Farley looked down at the dead bodies in front of her, her heart stopped and her knees became weak as she registered the identities of these corpses. Gemma could feel her face draining of blood as she felt very light-headed right now.
Oh for the love of Merlin’s tentacle soup, thought Gemma. I am so dead.
Because lying on her sitting room floor, right after the night of a full moon during which Gemma Farley had just come out of a werewolf transformation, were the deceased bodies of Draco Malfoy—heir of a Sacred 28 pureblood family, Viktor Krum—famous international Quidditch player, and Hermione Granger—fiancée of the head of the Auror department, Ron Weasley.
Gemma Farley was in deep trouble now.