Insanitas

After the hours spent in Diagon Alley I went back to my apartment and ate dinner. I was worn out from what had happened and I simply wanted to go to bed. Unfortunately I had to prepare for tomorrow as I would have to go to the family home. I first spoke with my house elf and explained everything to her and finally got around to naming her. Her name was now Calay from calator for servant or attendant.

Before going to bed I put on all the silver jewelry I had and activated it with a push of intent. There was a bright flash and suddenly I was wearing silver chain mail with silver plate armor on my main body parts. I looked like a tiny medieval knight wearing extremely shiny armor. With another push of intent and a bright flash I was now wearing my normal clothes and the silver jewelry. With everything prepared I went to bed hoping that the trip to 12 Grimmauld Place would be peaceful.

I got up in the morning and put on the silver jewelry and my glove then went to breakfast with Calay. She would be going to the house with me and I had ordered her to look like a respectable house elf and no longer wear pillow sheets and such rags. She had put on a pure white toga like dress and had made a small black family crest pin for herself. She looked rather nice but the wrinkled skin and large eyes were still disturbing to me.

After breakfast I had her apparate us to 12 Grimmauld Place and I felt the wards wash over me as I stepped onto the property. The wards didn't flow smoothly however and I could see that Calay had felt the same. She jumped ahead of me and held up her hand ready to snap. I activated my armor and weapons and we approached the front door. We could both see that it was slightly ajar so I used the spear tip to push it open.

Inside the house entrance I could see destruction and scattered debris. With the door open we could also hear furious screams from what I assumed was Walburgas painting. When we walked in I could see walburgas painting on the floor and in the side room an unknown wizard ruffling through papers on the kitchen table. Walburga shut up as soon as she saw me and caused the intruder to look up and then at me. He drew a wand lighting quick and I raised my shield as a spell flew at me.

Calays snap sent a rush of force at the attacker and blew apart his spell and slammed him into the back wall. She then summoned his wand and tossed it to me. I threw my spear into my left hand and caught the wand then aimed it at him. I immediately fired the best incarcerous I could at him and bound him in rope. I cast the spell a few more times than grabbed walburgas painting from the floor as Calay watched him. Walked over to him and hung the painting up with the sticking charm. The charm wouldn't last long so I removed the simple cloth mask of the intruder.

When I did I heard walburga gasp and so I took a closer look at the man. I didn't recognize him so turned to walburga 'Do you recognize this intruder grandmother?' She briefly had a stunned expression but shook it of and looked at the man again. 'He is a vassal of the Malfoy family. I don't know why he would be here as he would only do this if he were ordered to do so.'

'Isn't the Malfoy family an ally family of us blacks, could they have wanted to get ahold of something specific here that they might have learned of do to the alliance with them?' I asked.

'No they likely want to take over and absorb the black family and all it holds.' She stated coldly.

'If he's just a vassal will anyone care about him if he disappears?' I asked as I saw the man flinch and look at me like I was in the wrong. 'No, it is likely no one will care or look into it if he vanished. Hurry up and deal with him so you can clean this place up and properly claim this house.' At her words I turned and plunged my spear tip into his throat then yanked it out with a flick to clean the blade. I didn't want anyone getting in my way to becoming powerful and that meant dealing with the other purebloods and their stupidity.

I had Calay remove his body and burn it then start cleaning the house. I then unsummoned my armor and grabbed walburgas painting. I held her ahead of me and she guided me to the family head office in the house. Inside was a safe and I was instructed to place a drop of blood on the top of it. The safe popped open and I found a small black box similar to the one that had the heirs ring.

At her instruction I opened the box and removed the ring. I then removed the heirs ring from my finger and placed the family ring on my finger. It looked nearly identical to the heirs ring but was more intricate. When I put the ring on I could feel the wards of the property come under my control and felt a bit of magic get pulled away as the ward began repairing itself. After gaining the ring I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house and removing some undesirable items such as the house elf heads on the walls.

Near nighttime I felt the wards get prodded by some kind of magic. I immediately sent Calay to watch the front door as I activated my armor and made my way down. By the time I was there the wards had been pryed open and Calay was fighting 5 wizards. They had gotten into the house and had already encircled her. I saw a blast of red light hit her in the back as I charged forward with my spear level with a man's chest.

I felt little resistance and I briefly pinned him to the wall and unsummoned the spear then resumed it while drawing back for a throw. I had thrown basic spears and sharpened sticks as a kin in my past life so I could throw accurately at small distances. My spear slammed into a leg and passed through cleanly and stuck in the floor. With a pull on my spear ring the weapon was back in my hand as a spell slammed into my shield and I bounced off the wall behind me from the force the spell hit with. I got back up and charged while ducking to avoid a quick burst of spells.

A swipe of the spear and the punctured man had his throat slit. But in my attack I was slightly open and I hit the ground hard as a spell hit my shield and tore it from my grip. I sat up and turned into a crouch with my shield covering me like Captain Americas did. Once again my shield was torn away by a flurry of spells and I felt a massive hand grab me by the throat. The large wizard pivoted and tossed me right through the door and into the yard.

I hit like a stone but with the body of a little boy. I was tall and well shaped for a 10 year old but I was still a child and he was a big man. He exited the house with a kick to the door and walked towards me while looking at me like I was prey. I summoned my shield and spear with a slow role onto my knee. When he got close enough I thrust at him but he batted the spear right out of my hand.

He grabbed my shield and yanked it off and my arm finally gave way as both my forearm and wrist snapped. I held in a cry of pain and drew back my spear. This time my attack hit him but it barely cut into his skin. As blood trickled from the cut I could see it bubble and then boil as the silver blade effect negated his healing factor. He grunted as the flesh finally sealed with a burning his of steam and he looked down at me with a smile.

Suddenly the clouds dispersed and I could barely see a full moon breaching the horizon. I looked back at the man as he gave out a guttural growl that made my skin crawl. He began transforming into a massive beast covered in thick coarse fur. After his transformation he howled to the sky and looked down at me and spoke. 'A vicious little pup you are, you killed some of my pack and you will pay with service to me.'

An almost painful tingling shot down my spine at the horrific voice he spoke with. He reached down and grabbed me by my throat as I feebly tried to stab him with my spear. He yanked the spear away and raised his hand to my to my hand. His extremely sharp claws scraped my skin as he pulled my spear ring from my finger. He tossed it away and did the same with my shield ring.

He then raised his pointer finger to my face and slashed. I felt a blinding pain and screamed out as vision blinked out of my left eye. He then raised me to his face and gave my wound a single like with his disgusting tongue. He dropped me to the ground as I felt a warm and soft heat come from the sky. I looked up and found the moon hanging almost directly above us as the pain dissipated and my body shifted. My armor deactivated as I grew and changed. My flesh wriggled beneath my skin as hair sprouted from my entire body.

My face morphed into a muzzle and my limbs grew longer and sprouted claws. My teeth warped into fangs and I let out a pained howl. The jewelry burned against my skin yet kept my sanity intact and my mind conscious. When the transformation was over I realized I couldn't breath due to the silver chain necklace I was wearing. I began tearing into my own skin to get my fingers around the necklace.

When I got ahold of it I pulled it up over me head nearly removing my ears as I tore it away. I could now breathe and I charged at the beast that had made me into a monster. All I could feel was anger and hate as my mind demanded that I spill his blood upon the ground. I was still smaller than him but I was much stronger and tougher than I had been. I crawled all over him like a monkey in a tree as he spun and flailed trying to get me. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and he gave a roar of agony. I saw my opening and slung the necklace to loop around his open snout and into his mouth.

I was now riding his back like a horse as he howled in pain with the silver burning into his mouth. He finally got a hold on my back with his claws digging in. He spun and threw me yet the chain was still there and it sawed through like a chainsaw to a dead tree. Half his head shlicked off and hit the dirt. Bubbly blood rose and steamed at the cut as the body toppled down. I had fallen to the ground and its blood splattered onto me. When the blood hit me I felt a strange sensation slam into my magic as the power of the moon poured over me.

The silver on my body and in my hand sank in and my fur turned thick, and silky. My vision in the left came back and I felt immense strength coarse through me as my muscles grew and condensed. My bones, claws, and fangs became silver, and my blood now acted like silver. Magic itself responded to my accidental ritual and I gained a new name, Venawulf Black the First Silvermoon Werewolf. I then passed out as all the energy from the ritual rushed out.