So I've written a new story, I hope you enjoy it! I'm currently writing the 7th chapter and loving writing it (maybe even more than Dolohov's Curse) so you will definitely be getting updates, how regular I can't guarantee but they'll be there! Anyway, don't forget to favourite/follow/review if you life it! Much appreciated!

- HermionesPolyjuice xo

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter and I don't wish to gain anything from writing, I do it for pure pleasure. All teh rights belongs to the creator of my favourite series, J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

What Hermione saw from the other side of the courtyard made her feel sick. She had never been a fan of the girl but to see her suffering like that made her seethe with rage. This rage ensured that the Death Eater she was currently fighting ended on the floor, unconscious, just one spell later. Hermione leapt over the body and fired a stunner straight into the chest of the Death Eater currently fighting Dean Thomas. She received a smile from him for her efforts but didn't return it. She tried to make her way across the courtyard to save her as quickly as possible but it proved to be more difficult than she thought. She dived behind a pile of rubble, only just avoiding a flash of green light. She daren't look behind to see whom it had hit. Peering out from behind the rubble she was able to see her attacker was none other than Antonin Dolohov. Heart pounding and blood boiling Hermione leapt out from behind the fallen bricks and started duelling with the Death Eater.

Five minutes later and Hermione was feeling tired from the amount of energy she was exerting against the Death Eater. She didn't think she would ever be able to defeat him and was terrified she wouldn't be able to dodge one of the purple spells he kept on firing at her, knowing it was the same spell he had used on her two years previously. Fortunately, help had come in the form of Remus Lupin and together they managed to defeat the twisted-faced Death Eater and he finally crumpled to the ground. The two victors shared a quick smile before darting off in different directions, Hermione towards the poor girl and Remus to help his wife against Yaxley.

In the few minutes it took to get to where she wanted to be she had stunned a number of Death Eaters and saved Colin Creevey from experiencing the wrong end of a Cruciatus Curse. By the time she finally reached her classmate she knew it was too late. The life had left the eyes that belonged to Lavender Brown. She had been bleeding profusely from bite marks in the neck, shoulder, and chest. She shuddered at the sight but knelt down and closed her roommate for 6 years' eyes, furious at Fenrir Greyback. Now was the time for him to die the death he deserved. Hermione saw him head down the corridor and turn its corner. After casting a protective spell around Lavender to ensure she wasn't harmed anymore so her family would at least have a body to bury in her memory, Hermione hurried after the figure, ready for the first time, to kill. The man had ruined too many lives, not just through deaths but also in turning helpless individuals into werewolves. Now it was his time for his fate to be sealed.

"Stupefy," she shouted as she turned the corner. Greyback only just managed to duck out of the way as he turned to face his attacker. It was then that Hermione noticed he wasn't carrying his wand, and she realised he was relying on his lycanthropy to injure and kill. The fire increased inside of her as she started sending any spell she could think of down the corridor towards the werewolf. A few moments later, the whole corridor shook and the ceiling began to crumble; it fell between Hermione and her opponent. She turned and began to run away from the falling the ceiling, so she wasn't crushed but as she turned the corner to ran straight into the person she hadn't wanted to see.

"I've always wanted to eat a mudblood, they do tend to be particularly tasty," he sneered. Hermione's eyes widened in shock. She was trapped. She had nowhere to go. This was when she truly wished one was able to apparate in the grounds of Hogwarts. Before she had been able to think of a plan, the werewolf leant forward, his mouth open and razor-sharp teeth bared. Hermione managed to duck the first attempt, and the second, but it was on the third that she was less lucky and she felt the razor-sharp teeth sink into her shoulder. Pain immediately radiated through her body and she knew she was done. The pain was almost worse than the Cruciatus Curse and all she wanted was for unconsciousness, or even death, to overtake her. She began to shake in pain, the tears in her eyes beginning to spill down her cheeks.

She began to feel more and more lightheaded, the pain becoming too much, and just wished for it all to be over. But before she lost consciousness, the Death Eater attached to her went limp and fell to the ground, his teeth ripping the skin on her shoulder open even more. Hermione looked down at her shoulder that was now bleeding profusely and then down the corridor to see who had killed her attacker. She made eye contact with the only person she wanted to see, Remus Lupin. His eyes widened as he made the connection between the body lying on the ground, the bite on her shoulder, tear stains on her cheeks, and the fear in her eyes. Lupin started to move towards her but Hermione turned, blasted the fallen rubble, and began to run. She ran as she had never run in her life. She clasped her shoulder in her hand, trying to stem the blood flow just a little, dodging various colours of light and spells. The pain was unbearable, but she just needed to get away. She could hear his footsteps behind her but didn't slow down. She jumped over bodies, not bearing to look down to see what side they were on. Tears were falling more thickly down her face, blocking her view of where she was going.

Hermione finally burst out of the front doors of the school and started to sprint towards the front gates where she would be able to apparate away, far away from everyone.

"Hermione! Hermione, wait up," his voice came from behind her. But Hermione ignored him; she just wanted to get away from everyone. And then she wanted to fall unconscious and let the pain subside. There was nothing anyone could do or say right now. She knew she wasn't going to die. Yes, she was bleeding a lot, but not enough to cause her to bleed to death. She just knew that her life had changed. And changed for the worse. She wouldn't be able to look anyone square in the eyes again. She couldn't face them, there's no way they would want to be friends with a werewolf, and she wouldn't blame them. No, she just had to get as far away from people as possible before she was a danger to them all.

She began to slow a bit as she tired and before she knew it a hand had grabbed her wrist and she was pulled to a stop. The man turned her around and looked at her with worry.

"Remus, please just leave me alone. I need to get out of here. I need to get away before I hurt anyone. I need to be by myself. I'm a danger to everyone now; I need to go. Please just let me go," she pleaded tears still falling thick and fast.

"No, I'm not going to let you just walk away from this. This may not be ideal, but you can get through this, Hermione. You're going to be fine, just one night a month when you won't be but that's nothing to worry about. You will survive this; I know you will. Just don't leave," Remus begged, his own eyes filling with tears as he was able to see the fear not just in her eyes but in her entire body.

"I can't stay, Remus. I just can't. I need some time. I need to work this all out. And I need to work this out alone. Please let me go and please promise me you won't tell anyone about it. I'll be fine, at least for now," she added in a whisper as an afterthought.

"I'm not going to let you just leave, Hermione. Imagine how everyone would react when you're not around at the end. It would kill them all."

"Imagine what they will say when they realise what I am. That is what would kill them. Just don't tell them, promise me that," Hermione said finally managing to shrug herself free from his grip. Remus gave up, it had never been possible to change her mind when she was younger and there's no way he would be able to now. He shook his head, tears trickling down his cheeks. He pulled the younger girl into a hug.

"As long as you promise me you'll stay safe," he muttered. Hermione nodded, wrenched herself away from him and disapparated, to where she didn't know yet. Remus stood there alone for a while before turning back to the castle and the battle. He knew she would be fine, she wasn't Hermione Granger for no reason but there was a part of him that was scared for her. He had been too young when he was first bitten to understand anything but he was still able to understand how Hermione was feeling right now and he wanted nothing more than to be with her.

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"Harry?"

"Hmm?" he responded his eyes still closed.

"Have you seen Hermione?" Ginny asked quietly examining her friend's face.

"Not for a while, no," he answered opening his eyes and looking down at the Weasley girl's face. It was scarred, blotchy, and her eyes were bloodshot but dry. The Weasleys had all managed to get out unscathed with nothing more than some bruises and scars and some broken fingers and ribs, but Harry knew Ginny had been crying for other friends who hadn't made it out alive. "Have you not?" Ginny shook her head.

"The last time I saw her was when she was fighting Dolohov in the courtyard," she said quietly not wanting anyone around them to hear and start panicking. Harry's heart sank, he had always thought Dolohov had something against Hermione, most likely due to her muggle heritage.

"Let's go have a look," Harry said standing up and offering her his hand. Ginny gratefully took it and together they started to leave the Great Hall.

"What are you both up to?" Ron's voice floated from where they had left the rest of the Weasley's after only a few steps.

"Just going for a walk," Harry quickly lied. He didn't want anyone else to start worrying until it was absolutely necessary.

"Don't be too long," Mrs. Weasley called after them. The duo walked towards the courtyard hand in hand passing many people moving bodies, both from their side and Voldemort's side, into the room off the Entrance Hall. Harry felt so much guilt; everyone who had died had died because of him. It was all his fault that people were mourning the loss of parents, children, friends and classmates. Harry wanted to stop and help but not knowing where Hermione was was a more pressing matter to him and Ginny so they continued on keeping an eye out for the bushy mane of hair.

After rummaging through the entire courtyard with no success Harry and Ginny continued to the grounds, where the sun was beginning to rise casting a golden glow, and started searching towards the forest and Hagrid's hut. As every minute passed with no success the fear started to get stronger. What had happened? Where was she? Was she alright? Question after question floated through Harry's mind as he tried to think when he last saw her.

"We should probably go back," Ginny muttered as they found themselves the far side of the lake.

"I guess 16 more eyes would help," Harry said sadly. There was a part of him that was convinced of the worst and no matter how hard he tried to rid the thoughts they kept coming back to him.

"She's fine, I know she is. She's just needed some time to herself," Ginny said sounding unconvinced herself. Harry squeezed her hand as they re-entered the Great Hall.

"Took you long enough, we were about to send out a search par-," George stopped talking upon seeing the looks of Harry and Ginny's faces. "What is it?" Harry and Ginny exchanged a look that made everyone around them worried about what was going on.

"We can't find Hermione," Ginny said quietly looking down at the floor, tears spilling out of her eyes.

"What do you mean you can't find Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.

"I think it's fairly safe to assume what they mean when they say they can't find Hermione," Fred responded tartly.

"Don't you go using that attitude on me young man," Mrs. Weasley began but was stopped when her husband placed a hand on her arm as if to tell her now was not the time.

"Is she not helping Madam Pomfrey or something? It's something I would expect her to do," Bill suggested. Everyone looked around, hopeful, but no one spotted the distinctive brown hair, neither as a helper nor, fortunately, someone in the dead or injured areas.

"Maybe St Mungo's?" Ron proposed after a few moments.

"Very possible," Mrs. Weasley said. "Especially if you're certain she's still not here."

"She's definitely not in the grounds," Harry agreed. "But maybe the castle."

"Alright, let's split up and search the castle. We'll meet back here in 15 minutes," Mr. Weasley instructed and together the 8 Weasleys, Harry, and Fleur all split up and searched the castle for Hermione.

Harry was full of disappointment as he made his way back into the Great Hall 15 minutes later to see a mob of redheaded Weasleys.

"So, Harry, Ron, Ginny and myself will go to St Mungo's to find out if she's there. We will send word if we find her, and, if not, well, we'll be back to the Burrow," Mr. Weasley said. There was protest, mainly from his wife and Fred, who wanted to join them to the hospital but Mr. Weasley put his foot down. "If she is there, it will be too much for her to have so many of us there. We need to be careful, we don't know what state she may be in." Reluctantly, Mrs. Weasley, the twins, Percy, Bill and Fleur all took a portkey back to the Burrow to shower and get food ready whilst the others were transported to St Mungo's.

The hospital was so packed it was almost impossible to navigate their way through anxious family members to reach the main desk. It was also made harder due to the fact that everyone recognised Harry and wanted to stop him to congratulate and thank him. They were finally able to get free and reached the reception desk where they were met with a grumpy looking witch.

"Next," she called in a bored sounding drawl.

"We're looking for Hermione Granger. Is she here?" Harry asked, taking a step up towards the desk. The witch picked up her wand, waved it in a circular motion and waited momentarily before shaking her head.

"No Hermione Granger has been admitted here," she said and shooed them off calling for the next people in line. Harry felt his heart sink and the tears begin to fill his eyes. He had finally lost all hope. Best-case scenario she was badly hurt somewhere, worst case she was dead. Either way, it didn't look good. He felt a small hand appear in his and looked over to see Ginny watching him carefully tears in her eyes. Harry pulled her into a hug and let his tears spill. His best friend for 7 years was missing, and he had no idea what he could do.

"Come on, let's get home," Mr. Weasley said, his voice sounding very distant. Over Ginny's head he could see that he too was struggling to hold back the tears, all colour draining from his face. Harry looked over at his other best friend and wasn't surprised to see him sporting a look that mirrored how he felt. Harry nodded and together the four walked over to the fireplace and flooed back to the Burrow to spread the news.

Half an hour later and Harry found himself sitting at the kitchen table a cold mug of tea sitting in front of him and a plate of untouched sandwiches on the table. No one had any kind of appetite after finding out about Hermione's disappearance. Everyone sat in silence, in their own thoughts.

"Should someone floo Charlie? I reckon he would like to know. They had gotten close last summer before the wedding," Fred finally uttered, his voice weak and quiet, to the silent kitchen.

"I'll do it," Bill said standing up and heading to the living room. Everyone could hear voices but were unable to hear exactly what was being said. A few minutes later he returned to the kitchen.

"He says he'll come over for dinner tonight after telling everyone at the reserve to keep an eye out. He mentioned how she had expressed a passion for dragons last summer and wonders whether she may have gone over," Bill announced, his voice monotonous and face passive. "I think I'm going to take this sleepy one back home, we'll be over this evening." Bill carefully woke the sleeping Veela and disapparated with a pop to Shell Cottage. His pop seemed to have awoken Mrs. Weasley from a stupor who suddenly started sending everyone off to bed to get some sleep albeit being 10 am.

10 minutes later and Harry climbed under the covers of the bed on Ron's floor only just feeling exhausted.

"She's OK, isn't she?" Ron's scared sounding voice came from above.

"I hope so, Ron," Harry responded taking off his glasses and putting them on the floor. "We'll look into it properly after some sleep." Within a minute Harry had fallen into an uneasy sleep, riddled with dreams and nightmares of Hermione.

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I would love it if you left a review so I know whether it's actually good!)