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I am crazy excited to announce that I have adopted The White Warg from the super talented FandomsGoneWild. She is the original mind behind this awesome idea. The first time I found it was when it was in its beginning stages and when I read this story I fell in love with it. Fast and hard. I still have the bruise. So as I have been obsessed with the idea of Hermione being a Warg and kicking myself for not having thought of it first I am over the moon that I now have the opportunity to write this myself.

To all FandomsGoneWild's fans, I will try my best to do this story justice. I am starting over from the beginning, keeping all the original ideas and writing them in my own style. Sorry to those who want me to pick up where FandomsGoneWild left off, that is just not in the cards for me.

Without further ado, because I can't wait anymore, enjoy the first chapter!

-White-Warg-

I never understood why people describe the night as being still, because all around me the night was alive. Crickets were singing, owls hooting, and small animals were scuttling silently. The cover of night surely did mask some of the excitement of the day, but the nights were by no means still.

Yet none of this was enough to keep me satisfied anymore. Even the vast expanses of the sky couldn't keep my attention for long. There are only so many constellations visible in the sky at a time and I loathed doing anything with them. Divinations and prophecies is what got us into this mess after all. Though I was terribly bored, I got so very, very bored when I had nothing to challenge my mind. Too long and it would leave me feeling edgy and agitated.

Already as the weeks dragged on I was getting more and more easily upset with Harry and Ron. We were getting good at this traveling thing. Finding a good spot to set up camp came easily to all of us and we had fallen into an efficient routine in setting up, combine that with the comforts of magic and viola, you get a fully functional camp with no brain power needed and a very bored Hermione for the night. Just thinking about it had me riled, I needed to find something to do.

Abandoning my limited view of the stars through the forest's thick canopy, I flipped back the cover of my heavily charmed survival bag and summoned up one book after another and splayed them out in front of me. I grabbed my wand and held it over my collection.

"Lumos." I commanded. Light spilled forth from my wand and reviled which novels I had selected.

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs by Dylan Marwood was a good read, but of course I had READ it so that was a problem.

Confronting the Faceless, the textbook Professor Snape was using for sixth years could be good. Though thinking about faceless beings leads to thinking about faces without noses, which left me thinking about You-Know-Who and this whole quest thing all over again so I decided it was perhaps not the best idea.

The next book however looked, interesting. In fact I had no idea what it was and wanted to know. The brown leather cover bore gold lettering that was written in, what I do believe is Celtic Runes, Which is really strange because the only book with any sort of Celtic Runes in it was a textbook used in my Ancient Rune's class. This was not my textbook. This was suspicious. This was fantastic. I couldn't help myself, I had to read it, or more accurately I had to translate it. Translating this book would be the first bit of real work I'd done in ages and the temptation was just too much. So I through caution to the wind and I opened the damn thing.

Nothing happened.

This is usually a good sign when dealing with suspicious items from the wizarding community so I carried on. For knowledge of course. Turning to my pack I replaced the rest of the books I had taken out and summoned up my Ancient Runes textbook for reference along with paper and a pen (That's right, a good old fashioned muggle pen) for writing. I propped my still glowing wand against my legs and plopped the little book into my lap and got to work.

The Forsaken Gifts of… Mother Nature… The Journal of… Clionda

That was a familiar name, but I couldn't place it at the time. This could be interesting, or it could be about Herbology. I really hoped it wasn't about Herbology. I flipped over the cover and wondered at the beautiful cursive writing. This had been written by hand after all.

Entry One

It was not so long ago that our people… revered those with the power to connect with nature and take… the shape of their spirit animals…

That's it! Clionda sounded familiar because she of one of the first few recorded Animagus before the registry. A bird of some sort and the last unregistered animagus. I had learned about her from a chocolate frog once. Don't tell Ron. God! This book was golden! Who knows what wealth of information is in these pages. The journal of Thee Clionda. Brilliant! I started translating again with renewed vigor.

Not so long at all, though it would seem the world has forgotten its long running admiration in favour of fear… Few people are left that know of my abilities and far fewer of those who do not fear me for it. The world has become clouded by fear of this "unnatural trick", fear of the power it denotes – my power-…., and fear of the separation among magical kind. Those who cant versus those who can… Though this fear was not caused in spite of me, no, this panic has spread because of my daughter. My beautiful wonderful daughter who at only… seven years old can change any feature at will. I call her a Metamorphmagus. What is to become of the world if such power is to be passed on? How can we be safe if someone can walk around all day looking like anyone or anything they chose?... These are the questions that plague the mind of today's wizards. This is why my daughter and I are being hunted.

They do not, can not, see that this which they have dubbed an "unnatural trick" is the product of having a strong connection with natural magic in the purest of forms. It is beautiful and magical, even in the world of wizards….. I hope that one day this book will find its way into your hands my daughter… So you may use it to better understand the world and reconnect us all with nature…There is magic all around us dear daughter, not just in ourselves but in every living thing and everything that gives life. The ground which gives the… Flora a home, the water that nurtures us all, the air that gives us breath and the Fauna on which we feed. We do not create magic, magic has created us.

For now I must away, but I will soon write again. There is much of the world I wish to tell you my love. For now we will sleep. Goodnight Celia.

A connection with nature? What about the potion? I was sure Sirius had said you had to brew a potion to reach your animagus state. If you could that is. He never mention anything about any of this…

"Hermione?" a quiet voice said. Startled I looked up and saw Harry standing by me. "It's my turn to take watch if you want to go to bed. What are you reading?" he asked.

"It's a book written in Celtic Runes, I'm translating it. It looks like it is about nature." Well it wasn't a complete lie but the way it made my stomach twist it may have well of been. I didn't like lying to Harry but if he knew… it wouldn't be worth the constant questioning. Then he would tell Ron, and that just didn't even bare thinking about. No it was better this way, I was only reading.

"Oh. I'm sure it's very interesting. Um, anyways you should get some rest." He said. He was sweet to try and humor me but I knew he wasn't interested in the book at all. That was what I was aiming for. I smiled at him and packed up my things.

"Alright. Good night Harry, yell if you need anything." I said. He laughed and sat down.

"Oh don't worry, I won't hesitate to wake you up!" he joked. I gave an amused huff and walked over to the tent. It still surprised me sometimes how large it actually was on the inside. Full sized beds and everything. Quietly as not to wake Ron I crawled into my bed and set down my bag. I kind of wanted to read more of the journal but Harry was right, I needed to rest and to be honest I was tired. So I put out my wand and closed my eyes, I could read more tomorrow.

That night I had the strangest dream about running my hands through soft white fur.

-White-Warg-

That is it for today. I'm on word number 625 of chapter two though, not including the disclaimer and author note etc, etc, so the next update shouldn't be too far behind. I've made a liar of myself before though, so forgive me if it takes time. I just never know when I will have a couple hours of time to myself.

Hope it was okay!

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