Author's Note: This is my very first story so I apologize if it isn't outstanding or any of the sorts yet. I wanted to do something different with a few twists here and there, so vuala! Constructive criticism is welcomed!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Prologue

Lucius began to tremble. His entire body quivering tremendously on the bed. His back began to arch painfully, his fingers tightening the bed sheets around him in a steel grip. His labored breathing came in little spurts and painful groans began emitting from him as his bones began to reset. Hermione stared in horror at the sight. With her mouth agape, she could not do anything but watch as his ribs and vertebrate began shifting with sickening cracks that made her stomach lurch. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she watched him wither in pain of his transformation. She knew it was going to happen but she did not expect her emotions to respond in such a way. Big, fat lumps of teardrops began to drip from her eyes, slowly sliding down to her chin as she watched the transformation unfold. His back arched, white fur began to sprout from all around his body. Snaps and pops were heard as his fingers rearranged altogether. Talon-like claws slowly extended from what used to be his finger nails. His trousers started to stretch and rip as his legs protruded into lean and powerful hind legs. Hermione began to slowly walk backwards to the door, tears falling freely.

"Her..mione…." She stopped instantly when she heard him. She could see his face in pure agony pressed against the pillows. His eyebrows were scrunched up as he whimpered her name again. Never have she felt so useless in her entire life before. His head then whipped towards to face her and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands to cover her scream. His eyes. His once beautiful, pale grey eyes that she fell in love with were now a bright, crimson color. His pupils were almost undistinguishable. His teeth were now serrated, narrow wedge-shaped designed for tearing apart prey. Designed for killing… His head then arched back and she watched as his face jutted forward, his nose into an elongated snout, his ears sharp and pointed as his body took into its final phases of transformation. She didn't realize that she started to back up towards the door again until her back was met against the hard wood. Gone was the man that was lying in bed moments ago. Now stood a massive white wolf. Tail flickering every so often, fur glistening against the moonlight. It towered her easily as it stood on its hind legs. It began to sniff the air. Hermione stood still with fear against the door as the large werewolf searched the air for whatever it was trying to look for. It stopped and slowly turned to face her. Crimson orbs met with brown ones.

It growled at her and slowly began to walk towards her.

Oh gods… oh gods… she thought. She slowly slid down onto the floor, tears continuing to flow down from her eyes. The werewolf lowered itself so that it was leveled with her, its mouth agape, saliva dripping down onto her jeans and it continued to watch her with a primeval look in its eyes.

"Lucius…..?" she whispered.

The beast didn't respond. She felt the sinking feeling in her stomach. He didn't recognize her.

"Lucius…" she whimpered this time hoping it would trigger something inside. The wolf moved its head back and for a moment, she thought it worked. All hopes were shattered when the beast opened its mouth and roared deafeningly in her face.

She screamed.