Hermione was thrashing about on the bed, looking like she was still in a lot of pain. As much as they needed Hermione's information, it wasn't worth this. His uncles needed to put her back in the coma. They would just have to try again once they knew what went wrong.
Teddy was about to jump down from the bed when she opened her mouth to scream again. Her teeth, usually everything normal teeth should be, were sharpening. Draco had said something about a delicate balance for her wolf. Maybe the potions were making it harder to change?
Teddy decided to give her time even as he winced at another whimper. He hopped down from the bed and started pacing the room. How long was too long of a wait? How many minutes should he give her before getting help? How long had he taken with his first change? It had seemed like forever but he knew he wasn't a good judge because of how much pain he had been in. Teddy's ears pinned back as he waited. Then he flicked one ear towards Hermione. Did she sound different? His ear flicked back to the door. Did Harry and Draco hear it?
It came again, her cries more guttural and choking. In a few leaps, Teddy was at the edge of the bed again. Hermione's nose and chin were definitely elongating. Not in the fast explosion-way but like lava pouring over her features. Her skin was rippling under a carpet of fur, some places a rich brown like her skin and other places darkening into a near black. He rested his muzzle down on his paws for a few moments but the change was to slow to watch. He got up to pace again.
How had he survived his first few changes here, cooped up with nothing to do? He thought back and recalled he hadn't had a potion the first time. The wolf had had full control and Teddy didn't remember anything. The next few changes Harry had managed to procure true wolfsbane potion. It affected him like a narcotic and everything became irrelevant. Sure, he still knew his bones were melting and that his claws were spurting from raw skin. He just couldn't bring himself to care. He was too busy yawning, waiting for it to be over so he could sleep. That experience was nearly the opposite of the modified wolfsbane that made everything too too real.
With each round of pacing the room, Teddy would check on Hermione again. Sometimes it seemed like nothing changed and he would worry that she was going to get stuck midway. He had had nightmares about that before. Probably every werewolf did.
Then, on the next round, he would see her toes flattening out into pads or the start of her tail. Inch, by slow inch, Hermione changed from woman to wolf. It must have taken half an hour at least before Teddy was sure that she had fully shifted.
Then she got up, shifting to sit on her haunches at the edge of the bed. She was no longer hampered by the ropes that had tied her. When her hands had changed from human to wolf-paws, the ropes had slipped off. Luckily, by that time she was no longer inclined to clawing off her own skin.
Now she seemed completely self-possessed, staring at him from the bed's higher vantage point.
He stared back, waiting.
