Disclaimer: All of the things you recognize are J.K. Rowling's. The other's are of my own Creativity.

Title: The Lady And The Lycan

Author: me…

Characters: Hermione…Remus, and a few others.

Prologue

Hermione Jane Granger sat beside the lake on that dreary, winter day. The wind whipped her hair around her face as she looked on at her reflection in the clear, pristine water. She had tamed brown hair, a plain and boring color in her eyes, slightly wavy falling midway down her back. Her eyes honey brown, glistened with tears that she hastily wiped away. She stared out past the lake and her eyes lingered on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. It was the start of her 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when this happened.

The lake water rippled as slow drops of rain fell for the downtrodden sky. Hermione pulled her cloak around her and smiled in remembrance as she glanced towards Hagrid's hut, remembering all the times she had been there. It served to her as a mnemonic. It kept fresh in her mind many pains. She remembered back in third year when she and Harry had rescued Buckbeak and Sirius.

Sirius Black, and tears rolled down her cheeks at the name. His name brought back too many memories to count. It reminded her of fifth year, when he alone had passed through the Veil in the Department Of Mysteries. Which reminded her of Remus, and upsetting it was to see him alone, the last of the true marauders. Which brought her back to third year, back at the Whomping Willow when she had seen Remus as he took his Werewolf form. Which reminded her of the rat of a man, Peter Pettigrew, and how he had begged for his life in the Shrieking Shack, and how he had mentioned James Potter, though she hadn't met him, she felt a regret for the loss. James Potter, reminded her of Lily Potter, whom reminded her of her Harry, whom she kept close to her heart, if she had one at all.

Hermione Jane Granger sat beside the lake on that dreary, winter day. The wind whipped her hair around her face as she looked on at her reflection in the clear, pristine water. The rain kept falling, as well as her tears of hurt. Hermione should be happy, who gave anyone the right to make her the way she is? Life she had told herself time and time again.

She sobbed into her hands as she sat alone; so much had changed, and changes frightened Hermione.

"Hermione." A quiet voice had called from behind her. When she didn't respond, the stranger took the liberty to sit beside her. "Mione, it's me, Harry."

"Hullo Harry." She mumbled, not looking him in the eye, fearing he would see her tears. Hermione wiped at her eyes with the palm of her cool hand. "Mione, you've been different…I mean, Ron and I, we barely see you…" Harry had started to say when she looked towards him.

"Hermione, are you alright?" he asked quietly, noticing that her eyes were quite bloodshot. He reached out to her, placing a light hand on her shoulder. Harry Potter had changed. Now, 16, he had grown out of his boyish ways. His hair was still black and messy as always. His green eyes had become cold and empty since Sirius' death one year ago. Hermione's heart went out to him, as she looked him in the eye. It wasn't just Harry, it was also Dumbledore, Ron, Remus, and herself, anyone who suffered a loss. Voldemort, and his company of Death Eaters affected everyone in one way or another. Hermione couldn't handle feeling this way any longer. There had to be a way to make things right again.

Author's Note: I know this is short, but I'm only getting started…please Read and Review. Thanks so much.