Wolf and Dog

Chapter 1: Return to the Past

It was a couple of months after the Final Battle, and Hermione Granger had returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to complete her seventh year and complete her NEWTs. Like her two best friends, she had taken what would have been her seventh year to go looking for Lord Voldemort's Horcruxes.

There were still Death Eaters that were free, but there numbers were beginning to thin. Each Death Eater that was caught was given a highly biased trial and convicted to Azkaban without the possibility of pardon or parole. In almost one of the greatest ironies known to Wizardkind, Hermione, and her fiancée Harry Potter, had testified on behalf of the Malfoys, saying that they had in fact defected in the middle of the battle. Lucius got 20 years in Azkaban, Narcissa and Draco were both set free on probation (as neither had done anything too bad). The judges failed to consider the fact that Draco had nearly killed two classmates his sixth year, in his attempts to assassinate the Headmaster.

Harry and Ron were off at Auror training, being allowed in on the condition that they take their NEWTs within six months. Harry had taken his right after his birthday (in disguise and under a false name). He had made his fiancée jealous, as he got very good results. She could remember the day they got the owl.

\\Flashback/

"Harry, there's an owl for you," she had said. "It looks to be from the Ministry."

Harry opened the envelope, and pulled out a sheet of parchment. He got a grin on his face, and handed the results to Hermione.

Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you of your excellent marks in the NEWT exams. Your scores are shown below. The results are as follows: the top 5% of students received a "O", the next 20% received a "E", and the next 25% received an "A". The next grades are the failing scores. The bottom 5% received a "T", next 20% a "D", and the final 25% received a "P."

Your scores are as follows.

Defence Against the Dark Arts O+*

Potions E (90 percentile)

Transfigurations O (96 percentile)

Herbology O (99 percentile)**

Charms O (98 percentile)

Astronomy A (75 percentile)

Muggle Studies N/A (O+ equivalent) ***

*Your Defence score is the highest in twenty years. The person who scored higher achieved the score in 1978, and was your father, Mr James Charles Potter.

**One person, a Neville Frank Longbottom scored higher by one point.

***During the exam, Mr Potter consistently not only gave the correct answer, but gave suggestions as to the exam could be improved. A suggestion has been placed with our superiors about this issue.

Signed,

Griselda Marchbanks, head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority

CC: Dr John Oswald Smith, head of the Department of Magical Education

CC: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic

"Great job!" Hermione yelled, as she tackled Harry for a hug. "These are excellent scores!"

"Hey, be careful," joked Harry. "Or that rock I gave you is going to hurt me!"

\\End Flashback/

Ron hadn't taken his NEWTs yet, and she was rather worried that he wouldn't do it in time, due to his status as one of the Saviours of the World. Neville had also taken his NEWTs, and scored one of the highest scores ever in Herbology, and decent scores otherwise. He turned down a Commission in the Aurors to study plants in Greece.

Hermione really wished that her best friend and her fiancée were both at Hogwarts (Harry had turned down a teaching job to go to the Academy), then she considered something. If Harry Potter wasn't at Hogwarts, they might have an uneventful year. As she was thinking about Harry, she remembered the people who had died to bring down the Dark Lord: her in-laws, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Colin (the boy with a crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived), Fred, and all of the others that died in the battle.

Hermione wasn't a religious woman, but prayed that the afterlife was being kind to them. She even prayed that Snape's actions might be forgiven. Harry had insisted to her that Severus did not murder or assassinate the headmaster, but had simply killed him. To Harry, the fact that some of Snape's actions were redeemable helped his cause.

After the final battle, Harry and Hermione had taken a trip to Australia, where they found her parents quite quickly. A complex spell and their memories were restored. Although at first they were furious, her parents came to understand why she did what she did and forgave her. It was during this trip that Harry and Hermione figured out their true feelings for each other.

\\Flashback/

"You know, I like having you right next to me in bed," said Harry. They were trying to save a couple units of the local currency by only getting one bed in the hotel room. "I've been dreaming about this for years."

"What?" asked Hermione, in shock. She hadn't ever liked Ron in quite the same way that she liked Harry.

"I'm pretty sure that I am in love with you, Hermione," he said. "I think its been for quite a long time."

"What about Ginny?"

"You saw the way she reacted when we left their house to go to the bloody airport!" responded Harry. "And a response to my statement would be nice here."

"I think that I feel the same way, Harry." responded Hermione.

"Let's get married, then," he said.

"What about dating?" asked Hermione. "Aren't couples supposed to do that first?"

"We've been best friends for years!"

"How about Halloween?" Hermione asked hesitantly. She knew that Halloween was a rather rough day for Harry, due to the death of his parents, the troll, the first petrification, Sirius breaking into Gryffindor Tower to kill Wormtail, the Tri-Wizard tournament. Hermione could go on and on.

"Halloween? For what?"

"Our wedding, of course," responded Hermione. She saw the look on his face was hesitant. "I thought that it would be nice to bring some joy to the day."

"The Minister can perform the ceremony," said Harry, his face changing from hesitancy to joy, before turning back to despair. "Oh, bloody hell. I have to tell your parents."

\\End Flashback/

Not surprisingly, when Harry told her parents a few days later, they approved, though Emma Granger called Hermione aside later, to ask if there were any 'surprises' on the way. Mortified, Hermione assured her that nothing had happened between her and Harry, yet.

While the two had been in Australia, they had taken an Animagus potion to see what their forms would be. Hermione was a standard grey wolf, and Harry was a wolf, but jet black, and with a patch of white fur where his scar would be.

It was about a week into term. She had the Marauder's Map, and was looking at it when she noticed something strange going on in the forest.

The map said that someone named 'Greyback' was in the forest. She took Harry's invisibility cloak, her (stolen...I mean 'borrowed') time turner and the map, and went into the Forest. She didn't see her target, so she shifted into her wolf form. Mere seconds after she did this, an animal came flying towards her.

Her wolf senses knew immediately what the animal was—a werewolf, and if she wasn't mistaken, a very dangerous werewolf by the name of Fenrir Greyback. He was one of the Death Eaters that got away. He hadn't been killed at the Final Battle, but was merely stunned, and as soon as the Dark Lord had been defeated, he'd managed to flee the scene. He was currently on the Aurors' Top Ten Most Wanted List.

She rolled over, facing towards the grey animal. The werewolf growled aggressively at her, trying to see if she was a threat. She gave a slight whimper, and the werewolf attacked. The wolf tore through her arm, causing Hermione to gasp in pain. It wasn't really a gasp, but more of a wolf variation. Seeing that she was wounded, the wolf threw her, its claws digging deep into the fresh wound.

The wolf kept attacking. It threw her against a nearby tree. The wolf heard another werewolf, and scampered off. Blood was rushing from Hermione's arm. She waited a minute, and transformed back into her human form. She knew that she had a couple of broken ribs. She noticed that the Marauders Map and the Invisibility Cloak, discarded earlier, were unharmed. She reached for the Time-Turner, and turned it, hoping to be able to defeat Greyback and bring him to justice. She spun it three times, not noticing the crack on the side. As the time-turner worked, it rendered her unconscious.

When she awoke, she was lying down on her back, looking up at the stars. Hermione, being the clever witch that she is, noticed that the moon phase was slightly off, and the stars, although close to the positions that they had been in before she was knocked out, were incorrect, also. She figured that she must have gone back in time. She noticed that she was right near the Forbidden Forest, so she slowly (and painfully) made her way up to the castle. Fortunately, the front doors were open, so she went in and promptly collapsed. It didn't take long for Professor Smith to find her. The professor took her up to the Hospital Wing, where Madame Pomfrey started to attend to her.

While she was unconscious, the Matron called the Headmaster about the unusual patient. Madame Pomfrey had discovered three things with Hermione: an invisibility cloak (which didn't work well, the matron thought), an old bit of parchment that she was sure that she had seen before, and a Time-Turner. When the Headmaster saw these items, he noted that they were very odd. Another odd thing was that none of the protective enchantments around the grounds had warned him about the girl, so somehow she must have already been on the grounds. The headmaster also noticed that she was wearing Gryffindor robes with a Head Girl badge on them.

When Hermione woke up, she saw a very unexpected, but familiar face looking at her. It was Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello, there," he said, in what would be a great impression of Obi-Wan Kenobi from the first Star Wars movie, if he had any inclination to watch it.

"Hello, professor," said Hermione. Her tone of voice was the tone someone uses if they are meeting someone after a long absence.

"May I ask who you are?" he asked. "And how you managed to cause quite this big of a Security Breach on the grounds of my school?"

"I'm Hermione Jean Granger, and I've been at my version of Hogwarts for seven years," she responded before asking a question of her own. "Headmaster, what is the date?"

"It is the 31st of August, my dear witch," he said.

"No, the year. The stars are all wrong. What's the year?"

Pomfrey looked worried at this question and started to mumble spells at the young lady in the hospital bed, fearing for her mental state.

"My dear," said the Headmaster, "It is 1977. Where are you from?"

Hermione groaned at this, despite having a feeling that Dumbledore was going to say something like that. After all, he didn't look all that much different than her fifth year, just a slight bit younger. The year rang a bell in Hermione's great mind, and she groaned again.

"1977?" she asked. "You mean James Potter is still in school?"

"Do you know him?" asked the Headmaster.

"His son, is, was, will be, I don't know!, my fiancée. I'm from 1998."

"Oh, my" said the Headmaster in what would be a passable impression of George Takei. "Well, Ms...Granger, was it? The nurse noticed something strange. There are traces of werewolf blood, and a bite, but not any of the usual markers in your blood for that condition. There is a werewolf at the school right now, perhaps you've met in the future? His name is..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his sentence, Hermione said, "Remus Lupin. He's at Hogwarts now, too, along with Sirius Black, and," she spat at the floor before mumbling, "Peter Pettigrew."

"That is correct."

A/N: Hermione is a Canus Lupus, and Harry is a darker variation. The story is canon-compliant, with the exception of the Epilogue (and perhaps Greyback). This story diverges quite quickly from the previous versions, as I began to notice that having Hermione as a werewolf didn't impact the story as much as you'd think. Needless to say, this will still have the old relationships (past H/Hr, Hr/SB, JP/LE, H2/HR2, Dumbledore might or might not be gay, etc. )