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Into the Woods


The early morning sun was sitting low in the sky as Draco Malfoy left his home to begin his rounds on his property, checking his wards as well as keeping an eye on the watch on his wrist. His molten silver eyes were filled with frustration. In his opinion if any Muggle wandered onto his land tonight could suffer the consequences of trespassing, but the Minister had threatened to throw him in Azkaban if anyone died on his land.

He lifted his wand and tested the strength of the repellent charms. As if he wanted to spend his time doing this. He could think of a million other things he would rather be doing. He paused and looked at the trees just past his land. Slightly lifting his head he sniffed the air, with his now superior senses he could smell them. A pack of wolves had taken up residence just outside his property.

A growl left his lips as the Alpha of the pack came into view and took a step towards his land. As the sound left his lips, the wolf paused; the fur on its neck stood up. Draco smirked at the wolf's attempt to make itself appear more threatening. As if he was scared of a little wolf. Shaking his head, he began to check his wards once more.


Time flew by and before long it was time to make his final preparations before his change. He made his way up to the manor, making a checklist in his head. Though the Minister would prefer he took the wolfbane potion, he had long since stopped taking it as it took too much time to prepare and it didn't always work. Besides with his wards to keep him in and the charms to repel any wayward Muggle, all should be well.

Walking around his manor to his patio he stopped and started to undress. Carefully folding his clothes he placed them in a pile in a lounge chair. He still had about 15 minutes before the moon rose and he would become the thing he hated the most. He ran his hand through his hair, his fingers brushing over the scar on his face making him shudder. The scar stretched from his left cheek, across his nose and through his right eyebrow. It was an ugly reminder of the part he played in the war. Shaking his head in disgust he turned to look toward the sky and waited for the full moon to rise.

Before he knew it, it was time. As the moon started to rise in the sky, his body started to shudder and convulse as bones broke and reformed, muscles pulled taut as they contorted and rip apart allowing his body to change into an entirely different creature. An Inhuman like scream escaped his lips. The pain was almost unbearable. He fell to his knees, his spine arching up. The transformation didn't last long but it was a horrible experience.

The now completely transformed Werewolf stood up, shaking his entire body, his white coat of fur ruffling in the breeze. Lifting his nose to sky he scented for his prey. Catching the scent of a deer, he ran in the direction of the scent. After several minutes of tracking, the beast stopped his nose twitching as another scent drew its attention. He could smell the pack from earlier more clearly but there was something else, something enticing. A scent that he did not recognize and he wanted to identify it. Dropping into a crouch, he took off towards the far side of the property. As he got closer, the scent that was drawing him in changed. The sweet smell of fear was so tangible he could almost taste it. Picking up his pace he drew closer, his instincts at war inside him.


The Portkey landed, causing Hermione to fall flat on her behind. "Ugh" She whispered more to herself than anyone else. Now she remembered why she only traveled this way once before. 'Why didn't I just apparated?' She thought to herself. She stood and looked around, taking in her surroundings. Kingsley had informed her that the portkey would take her to the boundary line of the property on which she would be staying as the owner had so kindly allowed her to do her research out of his library but when she asked, Kingsley would not provide his name.

This area of the forest was so gorgeous, so untouched by man. She brushed her hand over the tree closest to her. This was the kind of place that she had always dreamed about traveling to. A sound to her right drew her attention away from the beautiful landscape. Turning her head, she came face to face with an entire pack of wolves. And they weren't just your garden variety wolves. They were huge. The largest wolf growly deeply, in warning. Her eyes widened as she backed up into the tree behind her, grabbing for her wand but it wasn't within reach. She cursed softly at her own stupidity; she had left the damn thing in her trunk.

Trembling she started to edge to her left hoping that if they see her leaving she wouldn't be viewed as a threat. The alpha snarled loudly as its prey tried to escape, its muscles coiling tightly preparing to leap.

'Okay maybe moving slowly out of the way isn't a smart idea.' Hermione thought to herself. The wolf was going to pounce at any moment. She backed further away from it before looking over her shoulder, her gaze still partially on the wolves. The property was 5 minutes to the north. There was no way she was going to make it. She closed her eyes. 'Might as well die fighting,' she thought grimly.

With on last glance back she took off at a sprint in the direction of the property. Her legs kicked off the ground hard as she tried to gain speed. The wolves howled as they took chase, they were close, to close. 'I'm not going to make it.' Panicking she scream, hoping to get someone's attention, "Help!"

"Someone please help me!" but her pleas were only met with silence.

Before long her legs had started to cramp, her body was exhausted. She couldn't keep it up much longer. Her lungs were burning from overuse. She was going to collapse soon and it was all going to be over.

Suddenly she jerked forward, a pain shot up her leg and she was forced to her knees. Her foot was caught in an upturned root. Jerking her leg free she got up and hobbled a few steps before a large weight land on her back crushing her body to the forest floor. Grunting in pain she turned on her side to try and push the wolf off, but it just grabbed her arm, biting bone deep. She screamed out in pain as she tried to kick it away from her. Another wolf grabbed her by the leg leaving deep gouges from its teeth. Tears streaming down her face, she screamed out in terror, "Help!"

It was becoming too hard to fight them off, her limbs felt like lead. She was so tired now, either from exhaustion or blood loss, maybe both. She knew that her end was near, no one was coming to save her.

A howl sounded somewhere in the distance, causing the wolves to release her. She watched them silently trembling as they backed off into the shadows of the trees. Not wanting to push her luck she used a tree to slowly pull herself up, pushing her body in spite of the pain in case they returned to finish her. She wasn't entirely sure why they left but this was her chance to make it to the property to get help.

Holding her right arm close to her body she limped north. 'Please be close. Please. Please.' She silently prayed.

After a few minutes of hobbling she felt the ripple as she passed through some wards. Her vision was beginning to go dark at the edges. 'I'm not going to be able to go much further.' She thought to herself.

Just as the thought entered her mind, she saw a flash of silver to her left. She turned her head slowly and came face to face with a large white werewolf with molten silver eyes. Her eyes widened in terror. 'I don't want to die.' was the last thought that she had as her world went black.


End Chapter


A/N: Here is the end of chapter two. Chapter three is in progress right now. If you are reading, Unspoken that will be updated soon. As there is more detail in that story it will take more time to update.
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