The Making of a Wolf

(AN: Here it is my lovelies, my new story. This will be a multi-chapter fic with a linear storyline. I don't yet know how many chapters it will be. But I have two and a half written so far. Until I have a definitive number of chapters, I will probably only update once a week, probably on Mondays. This was a story request from FeralG3. It is a Hermione/OC story. It will have lemon in it, but Hermione will not be jumping into bed with our OC right away. It won't happen for a few chapters yet. I don't own Harry Potter, or any of it's known characters or places. J.K Rowling, the lucky lady, does. I just enjoy playing in the sandbox she built. And as always, I hope you read, review and enjoy. And please, no flames, only constructive criticism. It helps with the writing process.)

Hunter Blackraven knew he was different. He had been since he was thirteen years old. The summer he turned thirteen, his life had changed completely. But before that awful summer, his life had been damn near perfect. His father, a Native from the Tlingit Indian Tribe, had died when Hunter was four, but he and his mother had managed to make it work without him. When he was eight, his mother had remarried a member of the same tribe they had originally come from, the Koyukon Indian Tribe. He was also a politician, and had moved Hunter and his mother into his very nice home on the coast of Alaska, in Klawock.

His stepfather, William Palefrost, had made a name for himself in Magical Congress. He rallied for the rights of most sentient magical beings, but on the subject of werewolves, he was adamantly against them. He pushed bill after bill before Magical Congress to get them sent away from non-infected witches and wizards in Magical US, but each time, they failed. He had pissed off and had been threatened by quite a few werewolf packs. The US was quite tolerant of werewolves, and sought to help those infected by Lycanthropy, but from the start, Hunter knew that his stepfather was a prejudiced bastard. He had told his mother how disgusted he was with his stepfather, but she wouldn't here anything against him. She was too enamored with everything she now had thanks to his stepfather's fat bank account.

Hunter had been out on a camping trip one weekend with his friends when he was home from Ilvermorny for the summer, and that was when his perfect life came to a screeching, violent halt.

Summer 1993

Hunter had just climbed into his sleeping bag for the night when he heard a loud snap outside his tent. He knew it was stupid, but he poked his head out of the safety of his tent. He saw nothing, so grabbed his wand and stepped out into the cold night air, thankful for the Warming Charms on his clothes. He had barely taken four steps when he was slammed into by something hard, knocking him to the ground. Before he could even so much as scream, he felt sharp teeth in his neck, on his arms and stomach. The attack was over as quickly as it had begun, but it would have a lasting, devastating effect on his life. He didn't know how long he laid there in the snow, slowly bleeding out, because as soon as the shock wore off, his whole world went black.

The next thing he was aware of, he was back at home, and he heard his mother sobbing and his stepfather yelling.

"What do you mean he is infected, you assured me he would be safe out there." William yelled.

"This note was left with your son's injured body." His friend's mother, Bernadette, said.

There was a few moments of silence and Hunter fell back into blackness.

When he woke again, he wasn't in his own bed anymore. Hell, he wasn't even in his own home anymore. He saw his mother speaking to another woman across the room, that clearly belonged to some sort of institution. When she saw that he was awake, she walked over to him.

"Mom, what am I doing here, why am I not at home?" Hunter asked.

"You were attacked Hunter. A werewolf attacked you on the night of the full moon. Your stepfather is furious, but he also doesn't want you in our home any longer. I must abide by his wishes if I want to keep a roof over my head. He has effectively disowned you. You will be staying here at Fenway Orphanage from now on. Your stepfather also refuses to pay for your education any further, so you will have to find a patron to do so if you wish to continue your education. I'm sorry it has to be this way Hunter, but it is for your own protection. Your stepfather wanted you 'put down' so to speak, but I convinced him this would be better." His mother said.

Hunter could feel sadness and disappointment welling up within him. He didn't let it show on his face though.

"I understand, you are choosing money and power over your own son. You can leave now Mother, I'm sorry, Mrs. Palefrost, I wouldn't want to sully your reputation even further." Hunter said, his voice full of disgust at his mother.

"Hunter…" his mother started.

He turned away from her to look at the wall, no longer wanting to look at the woman who had effectively betrayed him. He heard her turn and walk away with a sigh. He turned in time to see her reach the door.

"Dad would be so ashamed of you. And so, would your mother and father. I hope you are happy with the choice you have made, because one day, you will regret walking away from me." Hunter said.

His mother stiffened for a moment but continued walking out the door. Hunter knew that his life would never be the same.

Back to the Present

That first month was very difficult for Hunter. The matron of the orphanage was very understanding of his Lycanthropy and helped him in any way she could. He was saddened and depressed that his mother had just abandoned him because of a little bit of money and prestige. He knew that his birth father would have never let her do such a thing, and that if he were still alive, his mother never would have thought of doing something so abhorrent anyways. But his father had died and his mother had remarried a prejudiced dick. And now Hunter was suffering the consequences of those prejudices. He had found the note that his mother had left at his bedside.

Your son was attacked for your blatant prejudices.

We wonder what you will do now that your son has been made into a werewolf.

Enjoy living with a constant reminder that this is your fault.

-X

He had been changed because his stepfather couldn't get off his damn high horse. And now he was paying for it. Too bad the werewolves that had attacked him didn't believe his parents would abandon him at the drop of a hat. But that was precisely what they had done. When a possible stain on their name was hovering over them, they abandoned their only son. Hunter had let his anger boil up inside of him each day until his first full moon. Mrs. Kentwood had locked him in a specially warded room in the basement so he could shift without worrying about hurting anyone else. He had spent all night howling and ramming against any solid surface he had come in contact with. He had been bruised and bleeding the next morning, he had also broken several bones. But Mrs. Kentwood had fixed him up in a jiffy and sent him off to bed.

It was three days after his first full moon when he had met a man that would change his life for the better. Thrain Silvershaft was the Alpha of the biggest nomad pack of evolved werewolves in the world. Evolved werewolves were different from other werewolves, because they could change at will and they weren't controlled by the pull of the Full Moon. They could control the 'beast' within them. And the 'beast' didn't rule their lives. It made them stronger, faster, and more intelligent, but it didn't take over every aspect of their lives.

Thrain had arrived at the orphanage and had taken Hunter back to his home. Hunter remembered that day clearly in his mind.

July 7th, 1993

Hunter looked around the large home in awe. It was bigger than his stepfather's home, but it had something that his stepfather's home was missing. He felt acceptance, compassion and love in the air around him. He didn't feel the cold distance or the underlying resentment he had always felt when he was around his stepfather.

"Welcome to your new home Hunter. I hope that you will be happy here. I will have Miriam set you up in your room and then I will have her show you to my study. We have a lot to discuss. Your Lycanthropy may have been forced on you Hunter, but it is not a curse. It is a gift. One you will come to appreciate and cherish above all others. Especially when the time comes and you find the other half of your soul. Your mate." Hunter said.

"Okay." Hunter said.

He followed Thrain up to his new room and bathed and dressed himself in new, clean clothes before following Miriam up to Thrain's study.

Back to Present

Thrain had explained to him all that he could about his new condition. He had told Hunter that he was Hunter's and the rest of the packs Alpha. He was in charge of the well being of the large pack. He saw to their needs and made sure they were never left wanting or needing anything. He also helped each new pack member learn to control their shifting. He had explained that unlike normal werewolves, evolved werewolves could change at will once they had their ability under control, and while they felt the pull of the moon on the night of the Full Moon, they wouldn't be forced to shift into their 'beast' form.

Thrain had gone on to explain that he would be helping Hunter to control his abilities better. And that he could see something different in him. Thrain had seen a power in Hunter that he had never seen before, and he knew when the time came that he found his own mate, Hunter would be the most powerful evolved werewolf in the world, and his magic and strength would be unmatched if he found the other half of his soul. His magic was already strong, and from the injuries Thrain had heard about Hunter suffering from self-infliction on his first full moon, he was already showing his strength.

Hunter had spent his first week in his new home getting to know his new 'family.' Most of the werewolves were from various Indian Tribes around the Northeast part of the US. But there were a few 'pale faces' as his mother called them, there were also some werewolves from Canada as well. Any one who had been shunned or otherwise turned away because of their Lycanthropy were accepted into Thrain's pack with open arms. And they were taught how to become one with their inner 'beast.' Certain members of the pack offered to teach Hunter different forms of Martial Arts once he got control of his wolf. They explained to him that it would help him control himself better, and he would be able to protect himself and those he considered family better as well. And they had also told him that do to his enhanced strength and speed, he would be able to learn and retain new skills quickly. Well, quicker than a normal human being.

July 17th, 1993

His training had begun, and Thrain had begun casting a spell on him to force the transformation into his wolf form. He did it over and over again all day, every day for a week before Hunter could change back and forth at will. It took another three weeks after that to gain complete control, and by his third full moon, he was no longer forced to change by the pull of the moon. He would start his fourth year at Ilvermorny the Friday after his third full moon, and he was glad that he had control over his 'beast.' The first time he had caught sight of his werewolf form after his first forced change under the spell Thrain had cast, and he had been scared almost shitless. The more control he had over that, the better. So that had spurned him on to master his changing as quickly as possible.

When he had mastered his change completely, his Martial Arts training began.

Back to Present

His teachers had been astonished at how quickly he had taken to the physicality of Martial Artistry. So much so that they got special permission from Ilvermorny's Headmistress to let him continue his studies by sending his trainers to him at school on the weekends and on his short school days. So, while he continued his magical studies, he also continued his Martial Arts studies. He had grown several inches over that first summer after his change and he had gained a lot of muscle. When he returned to Ilvermorny in September, he classmates hadn't recognized him. But he certainly got some appreciative looks from the female population that he hadn't gotten the year before. He had taken to running every morning and night and girls could be seen watching him from the Quidditch stands and near the clear blue lake that took up a good portion of the land in front of the school.

He wasn't oblivious to their looks of appreciation, he was just more interested in his training at the time. His magic was gaining strength just as fast as his body was. So Thrain sent private tutors to supplement his regular classes so that he could learn more advanced magics.

The summer after his third year, he had returned to his home in Alaska and resumed his training. Now that he was out of school for the summer, he could focus on his Martial Arts training with more intensity. His body was still growing, and at now at fourteen, he had towered over his classmates. He looked more like a seventeen-year-old than a fourteen-year-old. Thrain had told Hunter that he would continue to grow until his body matched his strength and speed.

Just before he returned to Ilvermorny for his Fourth Year, he had had his first tumble in the sheets with a Muggle girl who was fifteen years old. It had been a very awkward experience for him, as it had been his first time, but he knew with time, and practice, just like with his magic and Martial Arts Training, he would get better at it. It wasn't as if he wasn't very gifted in the trouser department. Most girls would be dropping their knickers for him if they knew about what he was hiding in his trousers. And even though his first time had been awkward for him, the girl certainly hadn't had anything to complain about when she left.

He had returned to Ilvermorny for his Fourth Year and even though by now his formal training had been completed, he still kept up his daily routine of practicing his Martial Arts and magic, to keep his skills honed and sharp. He had even bedded a few more girls, and even though he had had several pleasurable experiences, none of the girls had been his other half, his mate. They all tried to get more from him than just a roll in the sheets, but he always let them know that he wasn't one for relationships. For him it was just sex. One memorable experience still made Hunter chuckle every now and then when he thought about it.

December 13th, 1994

He came with a grunt, spilling himself inside the girl writhing below him. He always made sure to cast a Contraception Charm on the girls he bedded as he couldn't trust them to do the same. And he wasn't going to become a father at fourteen. He pulled his rather impressive cock out of the squirming girl below him. She shivered and let out a breathy sigh. He collapsed onto the bed next to her and she immediately snuggled up against him, tracing patterns over his pectoral muscles with her dainty little fingers.

"Are you sure that I can't convince you to give me more than a one off? I am sure I can satisfy you like that all the time, better than any of the other girls you've had." She said.

Hunter rolled away from the girl and climbed out of her bed. She huffed in annoyance.

"I told you Phoebe, I don't do relationships. You knew that when you let me into your bed. The girl I date won't be a girl who jumps into bed with me the first chance she gets." Hunter said.

"Are you calling me a whore?" Phoebe screeched.

Shit, this girl might be hot as fuck, but her voice was so damn grating.

"No, but you have to admit, we did fall into bed fairly quickly. That looks pretty desperate on your part. You could have said no, but you let me into your skimpy little panties." Hunter said.

He turned and left the huffy, angry girl in her bed. He wasn't a womanizer, he had only had a few lovers, but he also wasn't looking for a relationship with someone who wasn't his mate. He didn't want to start something he couldn't finish if he found his mate while dating another girl. He wasn't the type of person to go around deliberately breaking girls' hearts.

Back to Present

By the time his Fourth Year had ended, he had the reputation of a Sex God and he was one of the most popular boys in school. Besides Phoebe, no girl he had bedded over the school year had a bad thing to say about him. They had all known he was down to fuck, but wasn't interested in finding a relationship, so they didn't try to attach themselves to him on an emotional level. He had given each of them the time of their lives and hadn't left them wanting. His friends came to him for advice about bedding girls, and by the time his fifteenth birthday rolled around, he stood at 6'2" and his body was well developed. His muscles were big enough to draw girls' eyes to him, but they weren't so big as to make him look like a teenager on steroids.

Now it was the summer before his Fifth Year of school and he had been called into his Alpha's study. Thrain had told Hunter that he had been approached by a wizard from England with a proposition for Hunter.

"Hunter! Thrain wants you in his study now!" Dawson shouted down the stairs.

Hunter stood from his desk and headed upstairs to his Alpha's study. He entered the study and nodded to Thrain before turning to the rather eccentrically dressed man sitting in front of Thrain's desk while Thrain sat behind.

"Hunter, this is Albus Dumbledore, he is the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Albus, this is Hunter Blackraven. I brought him here when he was thirteen and his mother and stepfather abandoned him to an orphanage. I could see a strength in him that I haven't seen before in any of my other pack members. His magic and physical strength has grown exponentially over the past two years. He is now bigger, stronger and faster than most of the pack members who are years older than him. One day, he will be the Alpha of his own pack. But for that, he needs his mate. I have a feeling he won't find her here." Thrain said.

"Well, I have heard of your pack through some mutual acquaintances, a werewolf in my employ met another werewolf who stayed with your pack for a time. He told him of a young man that seemed stronger, faster and bigger than all the rest. He also told of his magical strength. You have probably heard of the War brewing on our shores. The first blow has been dealt, the death of a young man at the end of last school year brought about the return of Lord Voldemort. Harry Potter, the boy whom he is seeking to destroy, is in grave danger. I believe that young Hunter here could be of great help to our cause. He would of course be welcome to attend Hogwarts to continue his education while helping to protect Harry and his friends. Harry is not the only one in danger. Miss Granger, his best friend, is also at risk, not only because she is Muggleborn and young Harry's best friend, but she is also one of the most powerful witches I have ever seen. Her magic is also well beyond what a normal Muggleborn should be able to do, even at her age. If Voldemort were to learn of her true abilities, she would be at an even greater risk than Harry himself is. Voldemort would stop at nothing to get his hands on a witch of her ability and power. I do not ask this lightly, and you can of course, refuse, but I believe you will be able to protect Harry and his friends." Albus said.

"Has anyone been told of my Lycanthropic status, or that I am what is known as an Evolved Werewolf?" Hunter asked.

"No, only Remus knows, and of course I know. You may tell whoever you wish too, or you can keep that information to yourself. That will be your decision, and yours alone. Lycanthropy is not as widely 'accepted' as it were, in England as it is here in the US. Keeping your status under wraps may be difficult, but as you are not a citizen of Britain, you do not have to register with the Ministry. So, we can use that to our advantage." Albus said.

Hunter looked at his Alpha, who merely shrugged.

"It is your choice Hunter, I cannot make it for you. You know that you will always have a home here. If you want my opinion, I believe you should go. You have learned all you can here, there may be things at Hogwarts that you can learn that you can't here. But the decision ultimately lies with you." Thrain said.

Hunter sat back in his chair to ponder this new choice in his life. On the one hand, he could stay here with his 'family,' and continue going to Ilvermorny for his last three years of school, and on the other, he could go to England and protect this Harry fellow and his friends. He could also learn different magics, ones he didn't have access to at Ilvermorny, or here at his Pack's home. And maybe, just maybe, he would find his mate while he was there.

"I'll go." Hunter said.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together with a smile.

"Excellent. I will make the preparations for our departure right away. It'll give you time to pack your belongings and say goodbye to your pack. We will hopefully be leaving by tomorrow night. I'll leave you to it." Dumbledore said.

He stood and shook both their hands before heading out the door.

"I believe you've made the right decision Hunter. I've taught you all I can. Your have surpassed all your teachers' expectations by leaps and bounds." Thrain said.

"I feel like it is the right thing to do. There is something in my gut telling me to go." Hunter said.

"You should go and pack your things. And I'll make sure to set up a bank account through their branch of Gringotts so you will have everything you need. You are like a son to me Hunter, and I would never think to deny you anything you wanted or needed. And pack for cold weather, your body temperature might run higher than it used to, but it gets cold up in Scotland, much, much colder than Alaska does." Thrain said.

Hunter chuckled and then headed off to his room to pack. As he packed, he began to think about what lay ahead of him. He would be travelling over 7,000 miles from home to a place where he knew no one. He would be far from his pack, from his home, from his family. But he wouldn't forget all he had learned over the past two years. He was excited at the prospect of travelling somewhere new and learning new magics as well. He thirst for knowledge was rarely ever satisfied. But the thing he was most excited about was the prospect of maybe finding his mate. There was a part of him, the 'beast' within him, that pined for his other half. He had had a handful of lovers, but none of them had touched that place inside of him that made him feel whole or complete.

Over the past two years, he had been having dreams of his mate. He never saw her face, just her body as it writhed beneath him while he took her from behind. Each time he had come close to seeing her face, he had woken up, disappointed and hard as hell. Bedding some of the girls he had, usually took the edge off, but the urge to find his mate and claim her for himself was getting stronger each day. He was hoping his move to the UK would sate that urge and he would find his mate.

Little did he know that his life was about to be turned upside down and his mate was closer than he thought.

Grimmauld Place, London, England

Harry, Hermione and Ron were sitting in the living room of Grimmauld Place, playing Exploding Snap. Crookshanks was asleep in his basket next to the fire. Things were strained between Hermione and Ron, as they had broken up a few days before. Hermione hadn't been ready to further their relationship, but Ron had wanted more. He had rather cruelly broken up with her in front of everyone at dinner the other night, and everyone knew why they had broken up. Hermione had had a few boyfriends since her Third Year, but the relationships had never felt right, and when she kissed the boys, something felt off. And the boys would try to get her into bed with them, but she was never ready. Something was telling her to save herself.

She didn't want to bother with a relationship at this point anyway. She knew she was at just as much risk as Harry was, because of her profound abilities to learn and retain knowledge of magic once she learned it the first time. Her power had been growing exponentially since she was thirteen years old, and no one could explain it. Dumbledore had asked her to 'dumb' herself down a bit, and fudge her results on her tests after the true results were given to her in private. He believed that Hermione would be in extreme danger if Voldemort ever found out the true measure of her abilities. He would do everything in his power to get his hands-on Hermione and her power. Hermione had agreed, because she knew that if Voldemort succeeded in taking her, Harry would stop at nothing to get her back. She was his best friend, and confidante, and he wouldn't let anything happen to her, so Hermione dumbed down her abilities in the classroom to make it seem as if she were just a moderately powerful witch.

Hermione laughed as Ron's eyebrows were singed off as his cards exploded in his face. Harry joined in her laughter at their singed friend.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore has returned from his trip. He wants everyone down in the kitchen." Sirius said as he popped his head around the living room door.

Hermione and Harry got up and followed Sirius down to the kitchen, Ron following soon after. They entered the kitchen and looked around. Hermione's eyes landed on the stranger first, and she instantly felt her magic tugging her in his direction. He was a rather tall, broad shouldered young man. He had long, raven-black hair, dark brown eyes, and was clearly of Native American descent. When his eyes connected with hers, she felt herself warm under his gaze. She looked away with a blush. No man had ever looked at her like that. It made her feel strange.

"Everyone please sit, we have a lot to discuss." Dumbledore said.

Everyone took their seats at the long table.

"As you can see, we have a new face among us. This is Hunter Blackraven, he is a Native American from Alaska, in the United States. He is also a wizard. He is a transfer student from Ilvermorny. He will be attending Hogwarts for his last three years of school. I have asked him to come here for a few reasons, one which will be his to tell if he so wishes. The main reason I brought him here is for another layer of protection for young Harry and his friends while they are at Hogwarts. As you all know, Voldemort has returned and is currently in hiding. The rest of the world believes him to be as gone as he was fourteen years ago, but we all know that he has returned. He will be looking at every possible way to get his hands onto Harry and any way to kill him so he can take over the Wizarding and Muggle Worlds alike. Now that I have introduced this young man, I will ask him and the other school age children to leave the room, so the rest of the Order can discuss other things. Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, please show Mr. Blackraven to one of the free rooms upstairs." Dumbledore said.

The minute Hunter had laid eyes on the brunette girl currently leading him up to his room, he knew she was it, his mate. And she smelled wonderful. Her scent washed over him with every bounce of her curls. And he could smell something beneath her natural scent. She was untouched, a virgin. The wolf in him purred in delight at that thought. But Hunter himself knew that it would be a long while before he even got close enough to her to have a taste of her virginal flesh. He didn't know if she would even accept him if she ever found out he was a werewolf. Thrain and Dumbledore had told him of the severe prejudice against werewolves in the UK, but he was hoping Hermione wasn't one of those prejudice against his kind. He didn't think he could handle it if she was.

She was a pretty little thing. With long, bouncy curls the color of coffee, and her large tawny brown doe eyes were mesmerizing to look at, and they seemed to sparkle with happiness. She only came up to his chest when standing, and she had curves in all the right places and legs for days. He wanted to run his fingers through her long curls and kiss her lush, full pink lips.

"Here we are." A musical voice said.

He looked up to see that they had stopped in front of a closed door.

"You can stay with Harry in his room. You won't be kept awake by the snoring machine at night if you stay in Harry's room. Ron snores like a jackhammer." She said.

"Thank you…." He paused.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger." She said.

"Thank you, Hermione." He said, giving her a soft smile.

She blushed under his gaze.

"I'll leave you to get unpacked, we will be down in the living room if you would like to join us. Oh, and this is Harry." Hermione said.

"I was wondering if you were going to remember me or not Mione." Harry snickered.

Hermione smacked Harry on the back of the head and giggled when he grumbled and rubbed the back of his head.

"It's nice to meet both of you, I'll be down in a bit after I've unpacked." Hunter said.

The two nodded and left Hunter to unpack.

As Hunter unpacked his things, he couldn't keep his mind off Hermione Granger. She was beautiful, and so innocent. Just the thought of sinking himself home into her tight, virginal body had his cock standing at attention. He went into the en suite and stripped out of his clothes, he needed a shower and a good jerking session to get his wolf back under control. It wouldn't be good to mount his mate in front of her friends and take her virginity where anyone could see. When he took her for the first time, it would be in the privacy of a room, behind a locked door, with only the two of them. As the cold water washed over him, he closed his eyes and let his mind run off with fantasies of his mate writhing beneath him, begging for more. He started to pull and tug on his hard cock, until a few minutes later, he came with a shout and sprayed the tiled shower wall with his cum. It was going to be a long summer.

The Next Day

Hunter woke up and headed downstairs and out the back door for his daily run. When he stepped out on to the porch, he stopped in his tracks. Hermione was currently stretched out on a mat, her body twisted into a rather erotic pose, and Hunter felt his mouth go dry and his sweats tighten. She was dressed in a bright blue sports bra and a tiny pair of black spandex shorts. When she stood up and turned, she squeaked in surprise.

"I didn't think anyone would be awake at this hour." Hermione said.

"I usually run in the morning when I get up. You don't have to stop your Yoga on my account." Hunter said.

He smirked at her and then headed off to start his run, leaving a blushing, gaping girl behind.

Hermione wasn't sure what had just happened, but she was sure of one thing. Hunter Blackraven was a very dangerous man. He made her heart race and her insides turn to jelly. She had gone to bed the night before thinking about him, and had woken up in a cold sweat from a rather intense dream that involved both of them naked and rolling around on her bed as they made love. She had had her first foray into self-pleasure last night, and she had cum so hard. But she desperately wanted something more, she just didn't know if this very attractive young man would want an innocent, passably pretty virgin when he could have someone more beautiful and experienced. She knew that there was something different about him, but she could quite put her finger on it. She would figure it out eventually. She had to, or it would drive her round the twist. And if there was one thing Hermione was good at, it was figuring out the most difficult of puzzles, even if it killed her.

Later That Night

Remus and Sirius were sitting up in the Library after everyone had gone to bed.

"Your friend was right about that boy being strong and powerful. I felt it when he passed through the wards. And he hasn't even reached his full maturity yet. By the time he is seventeen, he will be one of the most powerful werewolves in existence. And the fact that he can control his transformations, at such a young age, shows an immense amount of discipline and control over his own magics. If he ever finds his mate, those two would be unstoppable." Sirius said.

"It's Hermione. I am surprised you didn't smell the change in pheromones when she entered the kitchen and locked eyes with him. I could feel the change, and smell the pheromones between those two, change when they laid eyes on each other. It will only be a matter of time before he starts chasing after her. He has Alpha blood in him. The wolf in him will push him to claim her. It will accept no other option." Remus said.

"We will have to keep an eye on the youngest Weasley boy, he thinks his and Hermione's breakup is only temporary and when she sees the error of her ways she will fall into bed with him. When he finds out that she is the mate of an Alpha werewolf, he will most likely go ballistic. He believes Hermione belongs to him, and he will probably do something stupid and hurt her in some way. If he does so, he might not live to tell the tale." Sirius said.

"I'll keep an eye on the redheaded berk, and you keep an eye on his mother and younger sister. They will be just as invested in keeping Hermione with Ron as Ron himself is. And Ginny will probably most likely try to seduce Hunter into her bed. But it won't work and she will probably go as ballistic as her brother when she finds out that Hunter wants nothing to do with her and everything to do with Hermione." Remus said.

Sirius nodded and then finished his drink before heading off to bed.

The Next Morning

Sirius looked up when he heard distinct laughter coming from out in the backyard. He smiled when he saw Hermione and Hunter laughing and talking as if they were already the best of friends. Hunter stopped in the doorway leading into the house and Sirius had to fight back laughter as he watched the teenage boy blatantly check out Hermione's spandex clad ass as she continued to walk into the kitchen and up the stairs in to the main part of the house.

"Could you be anymore obvious Blackraven?" Sirius chuckled.

Hunter looked at him and just smiled unrepentantly.

"It's Hunter, and I'm just admiring the curves that God gave her." Hunter said.

"I know she is your mate Hunter. Just don't hurt her, or you will have another angry werewolf to deal with, one that has been shifting for a lot longer than you have, and has more rage inside him than you do. Remus may not be Hermione's father, but he considers her one of his pups, and won't take kindly to anyone hurting her." Sirius said.

"I'm not going to hurt her. I don't even know if she would accept me." Hunter said.

Sirius chuckled loudly.

"Hermione is one of the most accepting, kindhearted, considerate and compassionate people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She has fought for the rights of a hippogriff, and most recently the House Elves. It took me sitting her down with one of the House Elves from Hogwarts to get her to tone down what she was trying to do. She didn't know that the elves need the magic of the families they are bound to, to be able to live and function. She didn't know that the bonds they share with their 'Masters' so to speak, are what keep them alive. Without that bond, they would wither and die. So, she has turned her focus to getting better treatment for the elves instead of trying to free them from their bonds. But that is beside the point. She is one of the brightest witches I have ever met, and she was the first to figure out Remus' 'furry little problem' when he was their professor in their Third Year. She will figure out that you too, are a werewolf, and she will eventually figure out that she is your wolf's mate. Don't push her away when that happens. You will only be hurting both yourself and her if you do." Sirius said.

"I could never intentionally hurt her. My wolf wouldn't allow it." Hunter said.

"Good. Then I won't have to help Remus beat the ever-loving shit out of you if you did. Well, if there was anything left of you when Hermione finished hexing you to hell and back." Sirius chuckled.

Hunter merely rolled his eyes before heading upstairs. Sirius watched Hunter go with a devilish smirk on his face. This summer was most definitely going to be fun.

Hunter watched Hermione as she laid out on the back porch, reading a book while getting some sun. she was wearing a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a blue bikini top. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun and a pair of sunglasses were perched on her little button nose.

"You are going to burn a hole through her ass if you keep staring at it like that." Harry said from beside him.

Hunter chuckled and shrugged.

"Like I told your Godfather, I am just admiring the curves God gave your best friend. She has a rather nice derrière. I am surprised she hasn't had boys knocking down her door." Hunter said.

"She has had a few boyfriends, but they have all broken up with her because she wouldn't let them past first base with her. She told me it didn't feel like the right moment, or the right guy for her. She said her magic was telling her to wait. And maybe you are the reason why." Harry said.

Hunter looked up at Harry in surprise.

"I was walking past the library last night when I heard my godfather and honorary uncle talking about you. I know you are a werewolf. And I know Hermione is your mate. Hermione is like my sister and I don't want to see her get hurt, so please don't give me a reason to hate you. Especially since you seem like a genuinely nice guy." Harry said.

"Like I told your Godfather, I can't intentionally hurt her. My wolf wouldn't allow that to happen." Hunter said.

He got up from the table and headed outside. He sat down next to Hermione. Harry watched as his best friend laughed at something Hunter said before playfully shoving his shoulder. Hermione was blushing profusely, but she was laughing, so Harry knew she wasn't angry. He was glad to see Hermione so happy. After Ron had broken up with her, she had moped for a bit, but she hadn't really felt all that saddened by the breakup. It had still been a while since he had seen her smile so freely though. He heard a shriek of laughter and looked out to see Hermione running around the yard, keeping out of reach of Hunter as he chased her.

"His Alpha and a few of the older members of his Pack fought with us against Voldemort in the first Blood War. That was how Remus had heard of the Pack before. It is one of the largest in the world. They take in any werewolf that has been abandoned by their family or shunned by their neighbors. They were disgusted by what Voldemort was doing, and when emissaries from Voldemort's camp travelled to America to speak to Thrain and some of the other pack members, they told Fenrir Greyback and his ilk where to shove it. Then they up and moved to a secure location after sending word to Dumbledore that they would help the Order." Sirius said.

Harry turned to find his Godfather standing behind him, looking out the back window and watching Hermione get chased around the yard by Hunter.

"How did you know that I knew?" Harry asked.

"I've been standing here for the past fifteen minutes Harry, it isn't my fault that you didn't notice. You should probably work on that. We don't need Death Eaters sneaking up on you from behind and knocking you out before taking your unconscious body to Voldemort to play with before he kills you in a painful and very public manner. Maybe Hunter can help you." Sirius said.

Harry did the mature thing and stuck his tongue out at his Godfather. But he also knew his Godfather was right, he needed more advanced training, and he wasn't going to get it sitting around on his bum and twiddling his thumbs. He would be taking his studies more seriously this year. No more letting Ron wheedle him into slacking off. His life, and the lives of those he loved, depended on it.

Hermione squealed as Hunter caught her around the waist and swung her around before letting her down.

"You're it!" he laughed before turning tail and running.

Hermione huffed and took off running after her new friend. They were acting like children, but at that moment, Hermione couldn't care less. She was letting herself enjoy what little childhood she had left before she was thrown headfirst into the war that was fast approaching.

Two Weeks Later

Harry sighed rather loudly as Ron once again started bitching about how much time Hermione was spending with Hunter.

"Look at her draping herself all over him. She thinks he is going to pay attention to her if she throws herself at him. It's pathetic. What does he have that I don't?" Ron bitched.

Harry rolled his eyes behind his friend's back.

Well let's see, Harry thought, Hunter is about half a foot taller, probably a stone or two heavier because of his well-defined musculature, he never stops smiling, he makes Hermione laugh with little to no effort, he thinks of others before himself, he treats Hermione like a human being, not a piece of meat slathered in gravy, And let's not even start to think about what he might be hiding in his trousers, I've seen his feet, and if the old wives' tale is true, than he is packing well downstairs, he thought.

"Ron, get over yourself, if you remember right, you broke up with Hermione. Not the other way around." Harry snapped.

"Yea, well she wouldn't let me into her knickers. A man has needs, and she wouldn't give me what I wanted. But she'll come back to me, no other man would want that." Ron said.

"First of all, Ronald, you aren't a man, you are a fourteen-year-old boy, and second, Hermione isn't a fucking moron, nor is she desperate. She isn't going to come crawling back to someone who broke her heart in the first place. And you are either totally blind, or even stupider than I thought if you can't see that there is someone who wants her. Hunter has spent nearly all his time here over the past two weeks with either me, or Hermione, but mostly Hermione. He treats her the way you never did, like she is a human with a brain, not a piece of meat slathered in gravy." Harry said.

Ron merely huffed and shrugged before stomping off, showing he really did have the emotional range of a teaspoon. Most of what Harry had said to him wouldn't permeate his brain. The only things Ron thought about were food, sex, Quidditch and girls. If it didn't involve those four things, then Ron wanted nothing to do with it. Harry wondered sometimes, why he was friends with Ron in the first place. He shook his head and then headed over to where Hermione and Hunter were sitting.

"Ron being a berk again?" Hermione asked.

"When is he not?" Harry chuckled.

Hermione giggled.

"I was just telling Hunter about my Polyjuice accident with that Kneazle hair. And how I was coughing up fur balls for a month while I slowly changed back into a human." Hermione said.

"That was bloody hilarious. I was tempted to give you a ball of yarn to see what you would do with it. But then I thought about the claws you probably had, and them coming into contact with my bait and tackle and turning me into a woman, so I decided against it." Harry said.

"Well, you're right, I would have castrated you. Being a Kneazle was really fucking weird. And my brain couldn't handle more than a few seconds on a thought before I got distracted by something shiny or some such." Hermione said.

"I bet you were adorable." Hunter said.

Hermione smiled and blushed.

"She was. And her ears were awesome." Harry said.

"Except I could hardly sleep because every noise woke me up due to my sensitive hearing." Hermione said.

"Yeah, sensitive hearing can be a bitch." Hunter said.

"Because of you being a werewolf and all?" Hermione asked.

Hunter's eyes bugged out of his head and he gaped at Hermione.

"What? I am the Brightest Witch of My Age, Hunter, it wasn't that hard to figure out. You are taller, stronger, and faster that a normal wizard, you heal quickly, your body temperature is quite high, you eat more than any teenage boy I have ever seen, and when you got angry the other night, I saw your eyes turn amber, the way Remus' do when he is angry. It doesn't bother me Hunter, you are still a human being, just one with a 'furry little problem.'" Hermione said.

"I am not a normal werewolf Hermione. I am an Evolved one. I can shift at will at any time of the month, and the pull of the moon does nothing to me the night of the full moon. The moon doesn't force me to change like other werewolves. I can more or less control the 'beast' within me. My Alpha told me that one day I would be the Alpha of my own pack, and that by the time I graduate from school, I will be the strongest and most powerful werewolf on the planet. As it is, I am only fifteen years old and I am already six-three, and 195 lbs." Hunter explained.

"I could feel the difference in your magic when I first met you. My magic is nearly as strong as yours." Hermione said.

Hunter merely nodded, not wanting to push his luck by telling Hermione that she was his mate, and that the reason she could feel his magic, was because it was a perfect match for hers. He would tell her in time, but he wanted to get to know her even better first. He wouldn't jeopardize his biggest chance at happiness, not when it was so close within his grasp. When the time was right, he would take it, but until then, he would be Hermione's friend, as well as Harry's. It had been a long while since he had had real friends his own age, and Hunter was going to grab onto that chance with both hands.