A/N: This takes place in the summer after Harry's seventh year. Every summer, Hermione visits Victor Krum. And now for the story!

The wolfling was hungry. It trotted along, its large paws sinking deep into the snow, yet it made no noise. Stopping, it lifted its nose to the air. Yes, there it was, the scent it was looking for. With a gust of wind the unmistakeble smell of humans filled its nostrils.

Barely containing the urge to howl it continued on its way, the steady going trot. Soon it knew it was close. It could hear the human trudging through the snow. Then it stopped suddenly. A group of reindeer were gathered in a meadow nearby. Licking its lips, it could almost feel the blood in its mouth.

No! It was not looking for a reindeer tonight, although they would make much better prey then the human it was after.

Continuing on it thought just how lucky those reindeer were, tonight they were safe. The human was sweating now, it made his scent come in thick and strong.

Surely it knew by now that death was on his heels. The human turned around, clumsily and screamed when he saw the wolfling. The wolfing stared hungrily at it, wanting to leap on him and sink its claws into his flesh.

The man pulled out his wand and shot a spell at the wolfling, who easily danced aside.

Now he decided to run. The wolfling smiled and loped after it, staying just behind him with ease. Then the human stumbled and fell, and now the wolfling lept, pushing the man into the ground, its claws sinking deep into his skin.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione boarded the train to Hogwarts at the beggining of their seventh year.

Ron was busily talking about a murder that had taken place up north, "Have you heard of that murder?"

"I really need to get the Daily Prophet," Harry muttered to himself, as he shook his head.

"No, I haven't. My issue of the prophet didn't come this month, so I haven't heard the latest knews," Hermione said as the found a empty compartment and sat down.

"It was Victor Krum. They think it was by a werewolf, there wasn't any human prints, just wolf prints," Ron said.

"Really? Krum was killed?" Hermione asked, astonished, her eyes round.

"Yeah," there was a picture of the body, it was horrible, he'd been mutilated!" Ron said with a shudder.

"I wonder who did it, I mean if it was a werewolf, then who is the werewolf?" Harry asked thinking the same thing that Hermione and Ron were probably thinking.

"Lupin?" Hermione suggested.

"No, it can't be, he isn't up north! And he'd never do something like that!" Ron argued.

"Its not Lupin," Harry assured Ron. After several hours the train slowed down and they all trudged off the train and into the carriges.

Harry actually watched the sorting and then all three of them enjoyed the feast.

Hermione didn't eat that much, she kept glancing at her watch and picking at her food.

"Feeling sorry for the house elves, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"No, I'm not feeling that great. Too many chocolate frogs on the train I suppose," she said sleepily.

After the feast they headed up to their dormitories and went to sleep.

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