Hermione woke up and instantly knew something was wrong. For one thing, there was a naked body—with a large erection from the feel of it poking into her bum—wrapped around her. And two, the last thing she remembered was Greyback biting her after she stabbed him in the heart. She felt completely safe, though. Opening her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar bedroom, laying on top of the blankets. There was an arm wrapped around her waist. The person attached to the arm pulled her closer and rubbed his cock against her.

"Mmmm, you feel good," he moaned and she realised it was Remus behind her.

Relaxing now that she knew it was someone she trusted, even if it was beyond odd to wake up in bed, naked together. How many times had she dreamed of this? Heat filled her stomach and travelled between her thighs at the feel of him pressed against her. Not wanting to be embarrassed by her body's reaction, she glanced around to see if there was anything she could use to cover her body, but there was nothing.

"Remus," she called.

Remus pulled her to him again and moved his hand up her body to grasp her breast. As he squeezed, she felt her milk start to trickle out. Son of a Hufflepuff.

"Remus." She pushed her elbow into his stomach and he grunted.

"Hermione?" he asked. He must have figured out he was groping her because his hand pulled back quickly and the warmth of his body left her back. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. We were asleep. Even though I'm not sure why we're both naked."

"Let me see if there are any clothes around here, and I'll explain."

She felt his weight leave the bed. She closed her eyes, trying to give him privacy as he walked around the room, opening doors. She heard his quiet exclamation before hearing the sound of trousers being pulled up his body and the zipper closing.

"These are the best I could find," he said. "I apologise."

Hermione opened her eyes to see a black corset and skirt on the bed before her. They jogged her memory and she realised they must still be at the Lestrange Estate and he was handing her Bellatrix's clothes to wear.

"I refuse to wear anything owned by that woman, Remus. Find me a button up shirt and I'll wear that instead."

"Thank Merlin," he replied before handing her a shirt while keeping his eyes closed.

Hermione pulled the silk shirt on and marvelled at how nice it felt against her sore body. Standing up, she was pleased to notice that the shirt went almost to her knees, so even though she wasn't wearing knickers, at least she was covered.

"I'm decent," she told him.

He turned around and studied her face. She watched pity flash in his eyes and she wondered what had happened to make him look at her that way.

"What's the last thing you remember, Hermione?"

"I was trying to kill Greyback when you showed up with a house-elf in the ballroom. Then you both turned into wolves. What happened? Did he bite me?"

Hermione listened in shock as Remus told her about watching Greyback bite her, then her first transformation. She hadn't even realised she was in pain, but now that she knew about the bite, her side was killing her. She let a few tears escape at the impact this change would have on her life. The truth was, war heroine or not, she was now a werewolf in a country where that made you a pariah. Her goal of becoming Minister for Magic had been crushed in a single night. When Remus was done, Hermione told him about how she had killed Rabastan and had no regrets about doing it. She told him what happened before he arrived and held him as he cried over the events Teddy had been part of and thanked her for saving their son with her quick thinking of house-elf magic.

"We should call the Aurors, Remus."

"I told Jibs, the elf that brought me here, to inform Minerva and Harry what was happening. The moon set at eight, so about ten minutes ago. I assume Harry and other Aurors will be arriving within a few minutes. They wouldn't have entered the house with two wolves running around inside it."

"Probably a good idea," she said. "Do you think it is strange that I'm sorry I don't remember being a wolf? I don't know what I looked like, or if I'm a friendly or mean wolf."

"Your wolf form, NeNe, is very beautiful. Your fur is the same colour as your hair, and you were very playful. Wanting to run and jump all night."

"NeNe?" Hermione thought about her wolf name. "I like it."

"Moony named you," he said, then continued at the look of confusion she gave him. "Normally the Wolfsbane keeps him dormant during the full moon, but I let him out last night. I knew he would be better at dealing with Greyback and helping you."

"Thank you for helping me. I can't imagine what the night would have been like if you hadn't been—"

The sound of a loud blast interrupted her. She reached for her wand before remembering that she didn't have it. Remus didn't have his either. They remained tense and silent until they heard Harry calling their names.

Hermione was mad. She understood she needed to give her statement to the Aurors, but she had already done so, twice. She needed to get home and check on Teddy. While she trusted Winky explicitly, she hadn't seen her son since Rabastan took him from her room. She needed to see with her own eyes that he was safe. Not to mention she was in pain from the bite to her side and the milk in her breast that needed to be expressed.

"Hermione."

She turned at the deep voice and smiled weakly at Kingsley Shacklebolt as he entered the study she was being interviewed in. She had liked Kingsley well enough when she first met him, but after fighting Death Eaters together atop a flying invisible Thestral, they had forged a deep trust with each other. Since the end of the war, they had owled back and forth numerous times.

He dismissed the two Aurors that had been questioning her before sitting next to her on the couch and pulling her close. She hissed in pain as his hug pulled at the bite mark on her side.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, and she knew he was talking about the entire night, not just the pain he caused her.

"Am I free to go?" Hermione asked.

"I know you're anxious to get home to Teddy. You're free to go for now."

"For now?"

"I know you killed Lestrange and Greyback out of self-defence and they were wanted, but they still have rights. There may be a trial."

"What?"

She turned towards Kingsley, not even trying to hide the shock in her voice. She had not expected this. It was clear from Kingsley's face that he wasn't happy about what was happening.

"Your statements, and any memories you're able to provide, will first be shown to a committee of Wizengamot and they will decide if they want to press charges and send your case to trial, or they will rule that you're not guilty." He rubbed his face. "I know the people on the committee, Hermione. They will be fair."

"And until they decide?" she asked. "Am I under arrest?"

"Normally you would be taken to the Ministry holding cells until they decided," he said, holding up a hand to stop her from interrupting. "I talked to the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and we've decided to place you under twenty-four hour Auror watch at Hogwarts."

"Kings, you have to know that this is ridiculous!" she cried.

"I know it is, Hermione. But this is the due process," he said with a sigh and rubbed his face.

"Sorry. I don't mean to take out my frustrations on you. I'm just tired and I need to get home to Teddy."

"I need to take your memories of last night. Do you know how to give me a copy?"

"I just need my wand and I can do it."

"Your guards should be here soon. They found your wand in Lestrange's pocke—"

A knock on the door cut him off. Harry and Neville walked into the room, Harry holding her wand out to her.

"Harry and Neville are my guards?" she asked Kingsley.

"I thought it would be better for you if you were with friends and not a couple of Aurors you didn't know."

Hermione beamed at Kingsley and placed her hand on his knee, squeezing.

"Guess we'll be roommates again, Hermione." Harry smiled at her. "Sorry it took so long to get your wand to you. I forgot you bought a new one after the battle and I didn't recognise it."

Smiling at her friends, she took her wand. Concentrating on all the events that had taken place since she walked out of Honeydukes, she placed the tip on her wand against her temple and pulled a copy of the memory from her head. Kingsley handed her a crystal phial and she filled it to the top. Tucking her wand into her pocket, she took her beaded bag from Neville's outstretched hand.

"We found that in the pile of your clothes in the ballroom," he told her. "I'm glad you're safe, Hermione."

She followed the men out of the study and into the entryway of the house where Remus was waiting for them. She moved into his arms and he hugged her around the shoulders. Kingsley held out a Portkey to them, explaining that it would take them to the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts before promising Hermione that she would hear from him soon. Grabbing the handle of the old, brown teapot, Hermione felt the familiar hook behind her navel and cried out in pain as the wound on her side seemed to split open.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Remus, Harry, and Neville asked in unison as they landed in the Entrance Hall.

"My side," she said as she reached down to clutch her hand to it, feeling the wetness of her blood on her fingers.

"Let's get you to the Hospital Wing," Remus said.

"Wait," she stopped him. "Harry, can you go and get Teddy and bring him to us? I need to see him."

"Sure thing, Mi," he said before turning to Neville. "I'll be right back."

Hermione was thankful that it was still the Christmas Holidays as they made their way to the Hospital Wing. This year, not a single student besides herself had stayed behind so the halls were deserted. Arriving in the Hospital, Madame Pomfrey directed her to a cot and had her lie down.

"What happened?" the Matron asked.

"Greyback bit me last night," Hermione explained.

"Did this happen before he changed?" She looked from Hermione to Remus and back.

"After," Hermione said. "I transitioned right after it happened."

"My dear girl," she cried, tears in her eyes. "I'm so sorry. Let me get some things to heal that wound while you change into a gown."

"Will I still be able to breastfeed Teddy?" she asked as she took the gown.

"Since Teddy already has Remus' wolf DNA, there will be no problem feeding him. His magic will help him adjust to your new status."

Neville told them he would give them privacy and went to stand outside the hospital doors while Hermione changed into her gown. She took a moment to marvel at the magic imbued in the fabric as the ties that were normally at the back of the gown moved so they were on her injured side to give the nurse access. Sitting on the bed, she waved her wand over the bloodstain on the silk shirt she had been wearing. At Remus' raised eyebrow, she explained that she liked the shirt and planned on keeping it. He shook his head at her and smiled.

Harry entered, bringing Teddy to her before kissing her forehead and going to stand with Neville outside the doors. As soon as Teddy was in her arms, Hermione started crying. Her relief that he was safe was so overpowering, she couldn't stem the tears. Holding him to her, she moved the gown and placed him at her breast. He immediately latched on and she sighed as the pain from going so long without expressing her milk started to lessen. Remus must have known what she was thinking because, with a wave of his wand, her pump appeared. Attaching it to her other breast, she turned it on and allowed it to collect food for Teddy.

As the pain in her breasts lessened, Hermione sent a silent prayer out to the universe for the safety of her family.

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