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Hunters And The Hunted
Topic Started: Apr 19 2018, 04:03 AM (157 Views)
Alistair Lancaster
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[justify]The past few days had been hell for Alistair, emotionally, after reading the latest issue of The Daily Prophet. The boy had skimmed through it as he usually did whenever one was available in the Great Hall, for something to read during breakfast. Unsurprisingly the first few pages was just more boring talk about the Minister elections and each of the candidates - adult topics he didn't really understand well enough to be interested in, but what did catch his attention was a particular article about a recent Wizengamot trial, where two Werewolf hunters had been sentenced to Azkaban. It sounded like good news to hear, something to celebrate about, but it was far from that. Sure, two killers were being put away for life, which made the world a little bit safer for people like Alistair, but that didn't change the fact that it was still very dangerous for them. The Lancaster boy had barely even considered before that there were witches and wizards out there, hunting people like him, for fun or for their "safety", and now it was suddenly a very big reality for him to deal with. That was what the world outside the castle walls had in store for him. Anytime, anywhere, someone could track him down and kill him because of something he'd had absolutely no choice in. The thought had kept him up most nights since.

The night of another full moon not too long after reading about the trial, Alistair sat in the caverns, clutching a torn out page of the newspaper in his hands while he waited for Marisol to come down. Had she read about it, too? Was she just as scared as he was, or had she gotten used to it by now? As much as he wanted to forget about it entirely, he felt like he needed to talk about it to someone, if maybe to find some sort of reassurance, and she was the only person he could come to. No one else could possibly understand what it was like for him, nor did anyone but her and a few of the staff members know about his condition, which left him with limited options.
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[justify]Marisol would be lying if she said she hadn't been shaken up by the article about the trial on the werewolf hunters. It should've been a relief to hear that the ministry was doing its job to keep people like her safe, but knowing there were still hunters out there scared her more than what little comfort the news brought her. It hadn't been long ago that she'd found out that hunters still existed. She had learned about them in her classes, doing research for DADA or Care of Magical Creatures, but she thought it was all a part of ancient wizarding history, a thing of the past, much like witch hunting in Muggle history. But she hadn't expected them to still be a prevalence in today's society. Wizards liked to pride themselves on their progressiveness, especially over the way Muggles lived, but with pureblood supremacists and hunters targeting unwilling victims like her, the wizarding world wasn't as accepting as it liked to think it was. It wasn't until she'd gone to that werewolf meet up over the holiday break and met a room full of werewolves that she found out how many of them lived either cautiously or always prepared, both aware of the potential of an attack from a hunter. She remembered being reassured she had nothing to worry about being safe in the castle, but her time was limited so she was getting increasingly worried what would happen once she left Hogwarts.

Tonight as the full moon approached, she headed down to the cavern, appreciating the barren space so much more than she'd had all these years ago. She always hating hiding away in this desolate place, but now she realized how much she took advantage of not having to look for a place to hide during her transitions and the safety it provided. In the future not only would she need to find a suitable place to hide safely away from everyone, but she'd need to enchant it so no one else could find her in werewolf form either. It was a lot of magic she hadn't considered until the reality of being found hit her when reading the article. As she took the last step into the cavern, she saw the white haired boy sitting there already. Marisol sighed and placed her bag down on the dusty desk and then turned to look at him. "So...did you see it?" she asked quietly. She figured he might have because of how tense he was, but she couldn't be sure because he was generally a lot more nervous and quieter than she was, still adjusting to all this probably.
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[justify]There was always an odd sense of relief whenever Alistair saw Marisol come into the cavern, or if he entered to find her there already. Knowing he wasn't alone made the entire process much easier to bear. What was he going to do once she graduated? It wasn't going to be the same if he were forced to change on his own. But that was a worry for another time, one he shook away to focus on the more pressing issue. The Slytherin nodded his confirmation of Marisol's question, idly twisting the crumpled newspaper between his fingertips. He was glad he didn't need to be the one to tell her about it. He was still processing it himself, even now. "It was hard to miss." The boy frowned. He wasn't sure if he would have preferred to remain in the dark about it, ignorant to how much more brutal people out in the world could be. It was probably safer to know now, than to find out when a hunter showed up at his doorstep to take him out. At least this way he was prepared.

Getting to his feet, Al tossed the paper scrap aside and paced the dirt floor, feeling too restless to remain seated for another moment. There was so much feeling built up in his body, emotions he'd rather not endure, and sitting around wasn't helping to deal with them. "It's messed up. Everything is so messed up. They killed so many werewolves, even if they hadn't done anything." It didn't sound fair at all. Alistair hadn't hurt anyone, but he was sure the Pipers would have killed him all the same, too. "Apparently they thought they were making the world safer. They really thought they were doing the right thing, and it scares me because I don't know if I can blame them. If every werewolf died, there'd be no more curse to spread. No more people would have to suffer transforming, or hurting themselves, or being attacked." He took a shuddering breath and crossed his arms tightly over his chest to comfort himself. He didn't like admitting it, but it was true, whether or not it was the right thing to do, the moral thing, no one could deny it would fix the problem. "But I don't want to die just because I'm a werewolf. I haven't hurt anyone, and I don't want to, but what if I can't afford any wolfsbane when I leave the school, and then I do go out of control and hurt someone. Would I deserve to be hunted then?"
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[justify]Marisol frowned deeply when she noticed that Al had the clipping of the story with him and didn't know how he could bear to look at it for longer than necessary. She had immediately gotten rid of her copy of the paper to avoid it (only to later end up looking for another copy to hold on to, but stashed in her nightstand). She sighed deeply when the boy began speaking and Marisol hugged herself tightly, trying to take in everything he said. She had gone over everything he was saying herself before and his anger only reminded her of how she had reacted when she'd first seen him in the cavern a few years ago. It felt like deja vu all over again, getting upset over his appearance because he was a reminder that she was not the last, nor would he probably be either.

Marisol tilted her head as she hummed in disagreement with Al's initial statement of werewolves not having doing anything worth being targeted. Whether they intended to or not, werewolves inflict a disease upon innocent victims. But Al was ranting, probably not having anyone else to talk to about this, so she remained quiet as he let it all out. She nodded solemnly at what he said, unfortunately agreeing. However, in the past she might've been more vocal about her distaste for werewolves, because regardless of what anyone said, they were monsters, now she felt a little more sympathetic towards them after being with Al for a few years. Perhaps it was because he was younger, whereas all the other werewolves she'd met were older and she thought them very capable of taking care of themselves, but even after all these years she didn't feel capable of that for herself at all. And she definitely couldn't imagine Alistair hurting anyone, even as he began to point out the potential danger he could pose without proper care. "You're basically saying everything I've been freaking out about since I realized I'll be graduating soon," she said with a dry chuckle, not at all finding the situation funny. "I mean, it must be more likely than people think, right? Because clearly new werewolves keep popping up," she said, gesturing to him. "The Ministry pretends to be supportive of werewolves yet apparently can't seem to provide them with potion or shelter regularly to stop them from attacking others," she scoffed, though not thoroughly convinced of what she was saying. She had to believe this was the only reason that people kept getting bitten, because if not then that meant werewolves willingly attacked others, and what she thought about werewolves all along was true. Maybe the Pipers didn't go about it the right way, but at least they were trying to do something, she thought, before shuddering. Marisol sighed heavily as she said, "I just I wish you'd be the last one ever."

She looked up sadly at Alistair with his platinum blonde hair, so reminiscent of the white fur he sported when he transformed, a deep contrast to her sandy brown fur. Even in wolf form she always thought of him as small and pure, though that might have been because the color of his fur reminded her of innocence. He had gotten taller since she'd met him, but she still worried about him outside of the cavern. "Do you have any friends?" she asked, and then quickly added, "I mean, does anyone else know about you?" As mean as it sounded, Marisol hoped for his safety he didn't have any friends to confide in, because she'd made the mistake of befriending the wrong person who'd figured out her secret because of how friendly they had been. She was afraid to tell him about her friendship with Merrill who had probably only befriended her to lure her into a trap for her parents, but she had to warn him not to trust anyone.
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[justify]It was reassuring for Alistair to know that he wasn't alone in his thoughts, but Marisol mentioning the fact she'd be graduating before too long just gave the younger werewolf even more to freak out about himself. He knew there'd be a time where she'd leave an he'd be alone, dealing with his condition on his own again, but it had come a lot sooner than he realised, and there really was no way for him to prepare for that inevitability. "You would think the Ministry would be doing more to help prevent it. It's a real issue, but no one seems to be paying it the attention it needs. Everyone acts as if it'll just never happen to them, but it does. It happened to me, it happened to you. Not once before the night I was attacked did I ever think it was possible for me to become like this, and now here I am, waiting inside a dirty cave to become a monster for the entire night." He kicked at the corner of the sofa he'd been seated on when Marisol had come in, hurting his big toe more than the old piece of furniture, but talking about their condition was so overwhelming, even after all these years of adjusting to it. The truth was that there really was no way to completely adjust to it. "I heard someone say that there's werewolves out there who want to go around and turn as many people as they can. I can't imagine why anyone would want to, that's just crazy." The boy muttered, but when he'd taken the time to stop and think about how many werewolves the school had had - himself, Marisol, Ellington, Lucas, and who really knew how many others, it was difficult to tell if they really were all just accidents, or if werewolves out there genuinely did enjoy spreading their curse around.

Marisol's wish for Alistair to be the last one ever was one the Slytherin definitely shared, but even he knew it was unrealistic to expect, and that fact alone was sickening. "I do, too." Al responded with a small exhale, perching slightly on the arm of the couch he had previously kicked. He didn't want to think about the fact that there may possibly be someone who'd have to spend a night in their very cavern, long after they were both gone. Perhaps even before he himself graduated. The thought didn't have time to linger, as Marisol asked him a question that took him by surprise, and for a brief moment he wondered if he should be taking offense, until she clarified. Even if she hadn't, he supposed he couldn't have taken any justified offense. There were people he was accquainted with, but the werewolf still kept his distance from the people around him. It was hard to know who to trust, and after so long of being the quiet kid, he felt it was difficult to make any real friends even if he tried. "No...to both." Alistair admitted once he'd taken a second to consider it. "The only people who know are the few professors who have to, and you. That's everyone. I don't..." He paused, not sure how open he should be. Marisol was the only person he could talk to about anything, and it was certainly better than no one at all. "I don't know how I could tell anyone, and I'm scared that if I do make some friends, they'll figure it out without me having to say anything, then they'll think I'm a freak." Before he'd been bitten, Alistair likely wouldn't have wanted to be friends with a werewolf. It was dangerous. "How do you do it? How do you get close to people, and know who to trust. Have you told many of your friends?"
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