Closing her eyes against her on-coming tears that were fighting to escape the trap her eyelashes formed against her cheeks. Resting against the rough, hard texture of the brick walls of the Evan's house hold she relished the pricking sensation of each individual bump as they kneaded themselves into her thin long sleeved shirt.

"He doesn't mean it you know." A quiet voice had Hermione starting for her wand in her sleeve, "I don't think he knows how to act around you, I mean," green eyes glanced over at Hermione before quickly flitting away and landing on the yellowing grass of her lawn. "He's usually so.. Suave with girls, I think the fact that you could take him down in a fight and appeared out of nowhere kinda sets him off." Lily was rambling now.

"It's fine, I used to know someone like him." Hermione's voice was flat, with absolutely no emotion in it. Pushing herself off the wall she ignored the way the bricks tugged at her shirt, almost like it was begging her to stay, to talk, to trust again. Walking a bit further away she took a deep breath. "When is the next full moon?" Her voice was quiet, but she could tell Lily heard her by the quick breath that was sucked in. "I need to know so I can leave and not hurt anyone here." Hermione's voice was still emotionless, flat, lifeless; like Harry's and Ron's eyes.

"It's-" Lily started to say.

"And don't sugar coat it." Hermione interrupted. A small chuckle followed by a deep breath, Hermione's now sensitive ears could detect Lily's heart quickening slightly, taste the slight perspiration in the slight breeze, feel the blood rush to Lily's cheeks. "It's obviously closer than I thought." Hermione mused to herself.

"It's in three days" Lily's small voice came, starting and dying with the wind. Spinning on her toes, Hermione walked closer to Lily, her brown eyes begging Lily's green ones that she said it wrong. The only response Hermione got was the slow closing of green eyes looking at the ground. Confirmation that what would now be something Hermione had to live with for the rest of her miserable life would start in three days time. "Maybe you could go wi-"

"What do you think you're doing Lily!?" Came the sharp bark-like voice of Sirius. "For all we know she may be the enemy, even if she doesn't have the dark mark she could just be a spy in disguise. Think about it! Who would ever suspect a muggle-born" Sirius spit the word out at Hermione like it was a spider in his mouth that was using his tongue to weave a web for its victims and the only way to get it out was to hurt the one Hermione had come to trust almost even more than her own parents. Of course that was roughly twenty-one years from now. Well, even less considering how he had died before she, Ron, and Harry were captured. "Certainly not anyone besides those that she was working with!" Sirius had continued on with his rant much to Hermione's displeasure. Waving her wand discreetly Sirius's tongue got stuck to the roof of his mouth.

"Listen up," Hermione hissed, her face was now inches from his. His grey eyes widened slightly as she brought her wand closer to his neck. "My entire family was slaughtered by men in masks, my best friends became snake food for a mad man." Her eyes no longer resembled cold chocolate, they looked like hardened onyx. "And where was I when this was happening? I was being chased by a demented werewolf who had the taste of my blood on his lips, the sound of my screams filling his head, the feel of my body" Hermione shuddered slightly, "Against his. And you still have the audacity to accuse me of being a traitor?" She chuckled coldly. "Sweetheart," There was no feeling in the endearment, if anything it just made everyone more weary of her. "I have more reason to see that bastard of a man burning on the pyre. He doesn't deserve to be buried in the ground with those that have fought him." By this time her face was almost nose to nose with Sirius, if looks could kill he wouldn't have been surprised to see the underside of a casket before his spirit either floated away or stayed to haunt his favorite places.

Arms gently encircled around Hermione as she was pulled away from Sirius before she could send him to said grave. However she could care less as she fought against them to get to the man who she once knew but knew absolutely nothing about her.

"James! Help me restrain Moony!" Peter's voice cried above the din, the person holding her cursed before dropping his arms, Hermione could hear the man rush presumably to where Remus was, fighting for control of the wolf who was determined to protect his friends.

Crumpling to the floor Hermione fought her animalistic instincts to fight back, to show who was alpha in this house but she couldn't, she wouldn't be like that. Not if she could help it.

"Shh, it's okay Moony, see, no one's harming Padfoot, it's okay." James was trying to calm down the werewolf that was fighting to come out of Remus. His amber eyes were testimony to that.

"Dont. Touch. Me." Moony growled, his eyes glowing to an auburn colour. Throwing off James and Peter, his long legs were stretched out to run to where Hermione was now sitting, fighting her own inner wolf who wanted revenge on the man who angered both of them so. As Moony came closer to her, Hermione quickly stood up and turned on her heel. The only sound of that early morning was a sharp CRACK!

"She left.." Lily muttered, stating the obvious, looking at the boys around her she turned to go back inside the house when a sound so mournful, so full of heartbreak, so inhuman tore at her soul. Looking back she realized that the noise was coming from the wolf who was still fighting his human to let him go and protect. Protect who, or rather what, still remained a mystery.

Again, I am so sorry for it being short, however I promise that a longer chapter will be here sometime soon. I won't bore you with the excuses because let's face it; you most likely don't care. Not that I don't blame you, I really could care less about the excuses I give even though they are true. With that being said, I will try to get on a more regular schedule to post chapters that will be longer than this. If it isn't please feel free to tell me.

With all of that being said; let's play a game of would you rather; Would you rather have a sexy werewolf named Remus, a sweet, pompous fool named James, an arrogantly cocky named Sirius, or someone who is always caught in the wrong place in the wrong time (Or will be later in the story) and actually cares about his friends far too much for something to stop his loyalty to them named Peter? And why would you want that one? Also, never write a chapter based on a single idea called: Hermione gets stuck to a brick wall and all hell breaks loose. Trust me... It doesn't turn out so well...