A/N: Now if some of you might be confused. I have another account at and the name of my account there is "emma watson lover". And I posted this story too there. Just to say it's mine and I don't do plagiarism.

This happened at their fifth year or sixth year, I guess.

"Er- hi" Harry said awkwardly, waving his hand.

I stared at him in shock.

"Um, Hermione?" Harry waved a hand in front of my face.

"Harry, is that you?" I asked, not believing what I was seeing.

"Actually, Hermione. It's me. I drank a polyjuice potion to transform myself to Harry. So now, I'm Harry pretending to be Ron" Ron said to me.

He took a bite from the chicken and muttered, "Honestly"

"Aren't you… gone?" 'Stupid question Hermione', I told myself

Harry look disoriented "Speaking of that, I was asked by Dumbledore to stay at Number twelve, Grimmauld place that's why I have been absent for some days"

"But why?" I asked curiously. I know Harry gets odd requests from Dumbledore but it still disturbs me. What I'm wondering is a week is a long time for Harry to be gone.

"You ask too many questions. I told you, it's just something important between me and Dumbledore. And I need to fix things there, since my godfather's gone…." Harry's voice flatter.

He may sound convincing but I have my own doubts.

"I think you must figure it out on your own, Miss Granger" I can hear Dumbledore's voice echoing through my head.

Alright then, I sighed.

The rest of the day was difficult. Instead of focusing in my day-to-day practices (like answering the teacher's question)

I can't help but have sneaky glances at Harry. Until something stopped me.

We were at the Potions class, brewing potions. Today, we were assigned to do the Swelling Solution. While Harry was busy mixing and slicing ingredients, I studied him for a moment. There's something odd about how he looks. His eyes were a bit tired and there's patch of dark color building up underneath his eyes. However, what caught my eye is the scar on his arm.

"Ms Granger, can you tell me why are you dreamily staring at Mr Potter?" Snape said curtly.

The whole class turned to me. I felt my whole face reddened. Harry raised an eyebrow. I shook my head silently, then returned my gaze to the potion I was working on.

Snape stood beside my cauldron. "30 points from Gryffindor. And detention, 9 o'clock tomorrow night, sharp."

"I didn't know you're attracted to people who are always feeling deep anxiety"

Draco and his goons sniggered. Harry frowned more, which made him look more angst.

Dinner came.

The great hall was full of Halloween decorations. Jack-o-lanterns were hanging above the ceiling and small ghost puppets were floating around.

Instead of talking and having fun, the three of us sat quietly at the table. We've never been like this before. It is so stressing.

"Aren't you guys hungry?" Ginny asked us.

"No" I answered shortly.

Ginny looked at the other two. They were both silent.

"I-I should go meet Dumbledore" Harry stood up and went away.

I wanted to pull him back and tell him the reason why I was looking at him is not what he thought.

I sighed and returned to what I was eating. I saw the ginger looked at me suspiciously.

So Ron isn't in the mood either. He have never touched his food like just how he used to. Finally, he dropped the fork and asked me, "What are you doing during Potions class?"

"Um, making potions?"

"No, Snape said you were staring at Harry. Is that true?" Ron asked desperately.

"It's nothing personal" I twisted the bacon through the fork.

"Then what is it?"

Ron could be so curious sometimes. But my investigation of what's going on, on Harry would be just kept secret for his sake.

"We just had an argument" I lied.

"Come on, Ron. Hermione got detention and have taken away house points. Don't you just want to give her a break?" Ginny told him.

Ron picked up his fork in defeat and just muttered, "You said it so"

The hallway to the dungeons were noisy because of my footsteps. I glanced at my watch- it was 9:04.

I cursed. I'm late for my detention with Professor Snape.

"You're late" Snape said to me. He was standing in front of the Potions classroom door, waiting for my arrival.

"I'm sorry, professor" I said

"What are you going to do is to help Madam Pomfrey in her medical work." Snape told me. "There seem a lot of students who got injuries and accidents this Halloween. And no miss Granger, I'm not giving you an easy work. It's just that I don't want anyone here in my office to stay with me"

"Yes, sir" I nodded and headed for the Hogwarts clinic.

I entered the clinic. Professor Snape was right, there are a lot of students in the Hogwarts clinic, and most were fast asleep already. Madam Pomfrey was folding unused sheets and piling them in the cabinet.

She notice me came in then smiled "Ah, Hermione, what are you doing here at night time? Prefect duty, I believe?".

"No madam, Professor Snape sent me here"

She furrowed her brow "Did he? I'm really surprised. I thought it was Potter again. You're a good student Hermione, I'm wondering why Snape sent you here."

Madam Pomfrey, nicely, needs to stop asking questions. Like really. For real.

"What can I help?" I changed the subject

Madam Pomfrey snapped out of reverie "Ah of course. I need you to give medicine to that boy over there-" she pointed out to the bed of the farthest corner of the room while she gave me the bottle "there were some second years who jinxed him, thats why he can't move- poor boy."

"Anything else, madam?"

"Oh, and kindly fix the medicine bottles in the cabinet by alphabetical order. That's it" she said "I need to go and see Professor Sprout to get some herbal medicines"

"Okay"

I went beside the boy's bed and handed him the medicine and a glass of water.

He muttered thanks and turned around. Not a minute later, he fell asleep.

After that, I arranged the medicine bottles.

All of a sudden, there were a long and loud howl.

I almost dropped the medicine bottle I was holding.

Could it be?

I stood beside the window. Thankfully, the moonlight was enough to see what was happening outside. My mouth went wide when I saw Harry there. I wanted to shout at him to get out of there. The beast might attack him. But what went next changed my thoughts. Harry was struggling out of nowhere. He made some inhuman growling sounds. What was happening?

Then the final transformation took in. Fur grew out of his skin. His teeth became fangs. I watch as the Harry that I used to know turn into a monstrous creature.

I backed away from the window. Is this true?

Thousands of ideas came rushing. That explains why he was gone for a week, when the beast exactly appeared.

That explains why he looks sick.

And why the scar on his arm is the same with the beast's wounds when I healed it.

But how did he became like that?

I never want him to turn into a beast.

But why didn't he just tell me that?

I'm planning to talk to him tomorrow to let him explain everything.

A/N: I'm sorry to say that there are only two or three chapters left (including this). But don't be sad, I'll be posting another story.