I don't own Harry Potter that is J. K. Rowling's
But I do however own this smexy storyline ^_^
Sometimes she wondered why she even tried really she did. I mean come on any normal witch would just give up, go to a corner, and bawl their eyes out. But then again she wasn't normal. No she was indeed far from it. No longer was she their Daughter; no longer was she anyone's Daughter. Her Mum and Dad weren't even hers anymore. And when she tried looking for the real ones she didn't get very far. All she found out was that they were deceased.
But at least others couldn't go around calling her a mudblood anymore. Ha! If anything she was pureblood through and through. Hmmmm what would it be like to rub it in that blasted ferrets face? But then again, when she thought about what deep down she really was. . .
Was it really something to be proud of? She was now a monster. Damnit Granger pull yourself together! Never has she been lily-livered before. Never did she care for others opinion. She proved herself to be strong and capable witch even for a muggle-born. The Gryffindor held a fierce loyalty to friends and family, generally a kind but far from outgoing person, seeking knowledge constantly for the sake of curiosity. Oh dear Merlin she really was Leona wasn't she? Maybe that's why Fenrir wanted to take a bite out of her so badly, because maybe back then he could sense the Beast in her veins. Perhaps it's also the reason why the sorting hat listened to her plea of bring put in Gryffindor. As a sort of ironic and sick joke. Surely someone with her intelligence would be put in Ravenclaw. But alas her Golden Heart shone true.
But now was not the time for moping. Look on the Brightside Mione. In many cultures the lion, or lioness ion her case is revered as a Sense of Justice, Balance, and Sound Judgment. The Lioness is a Nocturnal that hunted during the Night so in prophecies that equivalents to a strong authority and command over ones Subconscious.
At least since her transformation she has changed for the better . . . Physically anyway. As she started to accept more and more of her reality so did her body. Only still a mere 5'6 she was still petite when standing by her friends but she was no longer pixie-like.
Pudgy cheeks gone now replaced by the looks of a Goddess with high cheekbones and plump lips. Luscious l full lashes now surrounded big doe eyes that held practically glowing orbs. Gone was the somewhat feminine curves now replaced with elegant and grace, ample yet not too much bosom and bum. Lithe yet strong muscle hid under the surface of creamy skin. The one thing she probably noticed the most however was her hair. It still fell in ringlets to her waist but there was no frizz in sight. And it seemed her new change had given her hair a now healthy luster with natural highlights as an added bonus.
Yes Hermione Jean Granger was a Werecat. A Lion to be exact; how ironic right?
This idea just came to me one day when I was forced to go to someone (whom I didn't even know!) party with my mum and lil brother. Needless to say I drew a thousand and one pictures, wrote dozens of poems, and then started writing this in my notebook. And I am not kidding about the pictures I probably killed tree with how much freakin paper I used. =C
Anyway tell if you guys like it or not or maybe don't even bother if you think it's that bad
-Rika~