"A werewolf, or lycanthrope, is a human with the ability to shapeshift into a wolf, after a bite during the full moon." Hermione lay broken and bleeding at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Werewolf, from old English, wer-wulf. Lycanthrope, from modern Latin lycanthropus, from Greek lukanthrōpos 'wolf man'.

She was reviewing everything she could remember about werewolves in an attempt to distract herself from the burning pain that was sizzling through her body.

It was stupid of her, she realized this now, to have gone into the Forest during a full moon. In her pain induced haze she couldn't even remember why she'd gone into the trees in first place. Had it been a noise? No. The noise had come after. The sound of twigs breaking under a heavy body. And then of her screams.

She had tried to run. Yet another mistake. What made her think there would be only one?

The only reason she was still alive, she reasoned, was the howl that had echoed from deeper within the forest. The creature that had been tearing at ribs and shoulder had shook her one last time before bounding away into the forest. Perhaps his pack had found juicier prey.

Hermione stared up at the stars as blood dripped down her neck. And then, something that was not blood. It felt like a stream of sand or dust was falling over her skin.

With a monumental effort she lifted her arm to drag her fingers over her skin. They came away gold and glittering.

And now she remembered. Shouts and screams, and something that sparkled on the floor. At odds with the destruction that surrounded it. A time turner, dropped, by light or dark it didn't matter anymore. She had picked it up, slung it around her neck and forgotten about it.

Well it was broken now; useless.

An odd wind played over her skin. It tugged at her clothes and hair and cooled her skin. Hot from the fever that was raging through her. It lifted the dust from the time turner and swirled it around her. A moment later and all Hermione could see was a vortex of golden sand.

And soon she couldn't even see that as the pain in her body built and built and her vision darkened to nothing.

The grounds of Hogwarts were peaceful once again.

And in another time, a wolf, a dog, a stag, and a rat, played under the moonlight.