"Please state your names."

"Remus Lupin, werewolf."

"Hermione Granger Lupin, wife."

"Very well. If you two would sign these paper for me, please. You do understand the terms and conditions that you are agreeing to? All people in the cell must be alive when the sunrises for Mr. Lupin to be considered innocent."

"They're barbaric, but yes, I agree." Hermione snapped. Remus grabbed her hand and squeezed it. Hermione was thankful Harry had not kept true to his threat to come with them. Remus and Hermione had barely gotten redressed when Harry and Ginny had come bursting into the house to wish them luck and give them teary goodbyes. They were most likely going to stay up in Grimmauld Place with Sirius until they heard news back from Remus and Hermione.

She and Remus each took a quill and signed the papers.

"Alright. Wands, please. Thank you. Now if you could follow me."

She showed Remus and Hermione down to the end of the hallway. They turned right at the end and were ushered into a small entrance in front of Cell 353.

"Feel free to leave any…personal belongings in here."

Hermione and Remus stood awkwardly in the room. Hermione started tapping her foot.

"Well? Would you rather walk out of here naked? I'm not protesting but I'm pretty sure that woman won't appreciate it. "

"I don't…not here, Hermione."

"Why not? It's just me. You're going to be shy now? You weren't shy this afternoon…"

Remus conceded. He left his clothes folded on a shelf and then followed Hermione into the cell. The actual cell was a cell constructed of solid steel, including the door. Impossible to get in or out without a wand. As soon as Hermione and Remus entered the cell the door slammed shut behind them. A horrible smell immediately assailed them. The floor was painted crimson from the hunks of bloody, raw meat strewn about through the cell. It looked like they were in a butcher's shop.

"What is this? Why…is this…? Remus?"

"Blood covers up the scent of almost everything. They put it in this cell because they know….they know…"

"Remus, we've been through this. The wolf knows me. We'll be okay."

"The wolf goes by scent. Primal instincts. I can only go by blood, Hermione. You will smell the same as everything else in this room. There will be no difference between you and this," he pushed a large hunk of meat with his foot.

"I still trust the wolf. Besides, I'm sure the wolf would much rather prefer some raw steaks over me. Bones are too much work."

"The wolf won't – " Remus fell to the floor screaming. Hermione knelt down next to him, feeling the blood soaking through her jeans. She stayed still, helpless watching as his body stretched and changed. She could hear the bones cracking, Remus' screams turning into howls as his muscles, veins, and organs rearranged to accommodate the wolf's shape. Remus was looking up at her with agony filled amber eyes. Hermione felt horrible. There was nothing she could do to ease his suffering.

"Remus, shhh. It's okay. I'll be fine."

He let out another shriek, "What – if…aren't…ok…"

"If I'm not, then I forgive you. I forgive you and the wolf. "

That was the last Remus heard. His eyes suddenly changed to a glowing yellow and the human cries were replaced by wolfish ones. Remus was fully transformed.

He started to sniff around the cell, sniffing the floor, the blood, the slabs of meat, Hermione, and the door. He started to slam himself against the door several times, moaning. Each thud as his shoulder made contact with the door jolted Hermione. The wolf may not feel the pain now, but Remus would feel it in the morning.

"Don't do that! Please! Moony! Don't!"

The wolf turned towards her. She extended one hand, palm up, and the wolf padded softly over. He sniffed it questioningly then started licking the blood off her hand.

"Ick, Remus, if you want something to eat, start on these….well…whatever these chunks are."

He cocked his head like he was waiting for permission.

"Well, go on. Could be hippogriff for all I know. I doubt you'll care."

Moony didn't. He immediately started tearing into the mystery meat like an eager dog with its chew toy. Once he had finished with that piece, he picked up another one in his mouth and dropped it at Hermione's feet. He sat back on his haunches and looked up at her.

She laughed. "Remus thought he would hurt me. You're just like Snuffles. No, I don't want any of that, I'll be sick. And one of us has to be well enough to care for you tomorrow. Remus isn't going to thank me for letting you eat all this raw meat."

The wolf could have cared less. He simply sat there flipping his attention from Hermione to the meat. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh honestly. Here!" She picked it up, shuddering at the slimy, bloody texture and flung it up in the air. The wolf barked happily and raced to catch it. He leapt into the air and caught it. After he had eaten that one, he brought another piece to Hermione's feet.

"If this is what amuses you…" Hermione giggled, "Remus would die if he saw you like this. Like a little house dog." She threw the next piece higher and watched the wolf make the impressive leap upwards. Hermione thought the wolf would tire eventually of this little game, but he continued for a several hours, during which point Hermione had sat down in a relatively blood-free corner of the cell, until there was nothing left in the cell but the blood spotted floor.

The wolf wandered into Hermione's corner.

"I don't have anything left to throw."

The wolf barked.

"Nothing – I have nothing left."

Hermione could have sworn that not only did the wolf understand her, but his eyes and face looked almost disappointed. He decided instead to curl up in front of her. She started to absentmindedly pet him for awhile before she drifted off to sleep.

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