I walked self consciously down the halls in our French castle. A battle raged below, but I had left my wand in my dormitory room. I closed the door lightly behind me and reached under my bed for the wand. I blew the stray copper curl out of my face and reached further down in my attempts to reach the cherry/unicorn hair wand. I touched it, and a noise from the door made me pull out, bumping my head. I looked at the intruder.
"Greyback? Is that you?" I said in a French accent.
"Indeed, my dear. And I wish you to be mine, revenge on your father's mistake..." I gasped, my father had disgraced werewolves in front of Greyback, and now I was going to pay. I was going to be a werewolf as well! My copper hair turned bright cherry.
"Please, no!" Fenir lunged towards me, reaching for my throat, and pinned my arms behind me. He raised a hand and slashed my face, sending a large cut from my forehead to my cheekbone. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he eyed my neck. The door opened behind me; it was my friend, Fleur. She was much younger, about three, but I didn't care.
"Go." I whispered, and Fleur turned and ran. Fenir put a hand under my chin to expose my neck. He smiled evilly and lunged for my throat. I screamed as two fangs pierced my neck, sending crimson blood dribbling down into my light blue shirt, staining it red. I felt something ripple throughout my whole body, a poison filling my bloodstream. Greyback lunged again and again I felt the poisonous bloodstream. As a followup Fenir slashed my face a few times, ruining any small traces of beauty. I was scarred for life.
I was a werewolf.