A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #3- Task #3 - Augusta Longbottom vs. John Dawlish: Dawlish attempted to capture Augusta in order to force her grandson Neville to follow the new agenda at Hogwarts. Augusta hospitalised Dawlish, who had to have a prolonged stay at St Mungo's.

Task: Write about a formidable female character.

Writing Club February

Disney Challenge: 2. The Mad Hatter: Write about someone feeling like an outsider.

Fabulous World of Comics: 23 - (color) black

Lizzy's Loft: 16 - So we're making a lot of noise

Marvel Appreciation: 18 - [Character] Wong: Setting: Library.

Lyric Alley: 19- Who you are is how you're feeling

Word Count:680

Hermione stood on her tip toes, on top of the rickey wooden ladder, her fingertips almost touching the spine of the blue book above her head. She frowned and jumped slightly to reach just a little bit further. Her hand grabbed the book and her face showed a brief smile of triumph before she realized her feet were no longer touching the ladder.

They were touching nothing actually. In her small jump, she'd completely lost her footing and was now falling. A scream left her mouth. Suddenly, she realized she wasn't falling anymore, instead, someone was holding her.

"I've got you," he stated, setting Hermione gently on the floor. She turned and faced her rescuer.

"Professor Lupin? What are you doing here?"

"I'm not longer a teacher, Hermione, and apparently I'm rescuing you," he answered. "Actually, I was looking for a book. Sirius said he might have a copy in the library, but we both know the last time he set foot in here was when he was probably looking for books of dirty pictures."

Hermione laughed.

"Which book?"

"Of dirty pictures?"

"No, which one were you looking for. The whole thing isn't in any order I can figure out, but I've made a rudimentary catalogue of sorts. If you'd like some help, I mean..."

"I would actually love some help, Hermione. Thank you. I was looking for a book called The Wolf Inside. Apparently it's a rare journal written by a werewolf nearly three decades ago."

"And it's here in the Black library?"

"According to Sirius. His parents did like having rare things."

"Must be a pure-blood thing," Hermione muttered, causing Remus to give a short laugh.

"Talking about the Malfoys?"

"Lucky guess, let's see, it'd be an autobiography, so non-fiction..." Her voice trailed off, as she scanned the shelves. Remus watched as her fingers traced the spines of the books. He realized he'd never seen someone who shared his passion for books, for knowledge.

"Here!" she shouted, after about five minutes. Remus pulled himself out of his thoughts about the witch. Hermione was holding a black leather bound book. The pages were yellow with age. Remus couldn't help but feel slightly excited at seeing it. She carried it over to the table and set it down gingerly.

"What do you hope to find in here?" she asked.

"I don't know, maybe just solidarity, maybe a way to convince the wizarding world that werewolves should have the same rights as witches and wizards, maybe a way to convince the werewolf population not to side with You Know Who?"

"You're relying on that little book for a lot, you know," she replied, sitting across from him at the table.

"It's all I've got, Hermione. We both know what happened last time."

"I know. Do you really think this time could be different? The ministry isn't going to suddenly change its stance on anything, not with him in charge."

"I have to try," Remus stated, flipping through the journal. Hermione watched him, a slight smile playing on her face. Who know falling off a ladder would have led to this? Sitting across from a man just as passionate about the inequality in the wizarding world.

"No," she whispered, reaching out and putting her hand on his. "We have to try," she stated, her eyes meeting his.

"Hermione..."

"I'm not a child, Remus, you know that. I know what you are, I know what this world is like for someone whose different. Look, you talk to the werewolves, I'll talk the wizarding world. Together, maybe we can do this?"

"You'd really help me?"

"Of course, I tried freeing the house elves, didn't I?'

"True, you do have a passion for lost causes," Remus muttered. Hermione gave him a bright smile.

"Think this is really going to be a lost cause?"

"Maybe."

"It might be, but want to try anyway?" she asked. Remus nodded slowly, wondering what the hell he was going to do with this fire cracker of a witch, a witch he realized he was starting to fall in love with.