Chapter One
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and winced in pain. Her head ached, her arm felt like it had been ripped apart (which, she thought, was not so wrong an assumption) and she felt sick with dread.
She remembered what had happened to her earlier that night. She knew that her life as she had known it so far was drastically going to change. She was a monster now. She moaned and turned over, feeling the bandage wrapped around her arm scratch against stitches. Sudden hope flared inside her. Her Mum and Dad must have called a Doctor. Maybe if the Doctor sterilised the wound fast enough, the curse of being a werewolf wouldn't fall upon her.
Feeling a little better, she sat up and looked around herself. She was quite surprised to realise that she was in a bed, but it wasn't hers. It was a hospital bed she as lying in.
A sudden stirring next to her made her look towards the slight movement, only to see her father sitting next to the bed reading a book. When he looked at her, his smile was one of relief.
"You're awake now, honey. What happened? The Doctor's said you were bitten by a dog." He asked his daughter.
Hermione stared at him, hysterical laughter building up inside her. "A dog? You think it was a dog. The Doctor's think it was a dog. Sceptics are such annoying people. Is there anyone here who is a witch or wizard?"
Hermione's father frowned. "We wouldn't know. You are the only person I know who can do magic."
Hermione apologised, lay back down and began playing with the sheet that was covering her. What she needed was someone from the magical world to tell her what was going to happen.
An image of Professor Lupin came into her mind but she dismissed it almost immediately. Since his quitting at the end of her third year, he had not been back t teach and Dumbledore kept on telling her, Harry and Ron that Sirius and Remus were on a mission for him.
Sighing, she turned to look at her dad, before she realised that her Mum wasn't there. "Where's Mum?" she asked.
With that, her father's smile came back, this time it was quite nervous. "She was so shocked by your sudden dive to the floor, she went into labour."
Hermione's face lit up in a smile too. Her new baby brother or sister was being born. She hoped it was a sister. Another girl that she could play with, though born a few years too late.
Closing her eyes, she knew she should go back to sleep and rest so that she could sort lout her feelings later. When she closed her eyes though, she saw the slavering monster hurtle itself at her. Opening them again, she sat up and started to rummage in the drawer next to her. She needed to write a letter to Dumbledore. It was the only thing that she could think of. Dumbledore would know what to do.
Finding the paper and borrowing a pen from a passing Nurse, she quickly wrote a short letter explaining what had happened. When she had finished it, she passed it to her Dad, telling him to send it off to Hogwarts with her new owl, Nighteyes.
As soon as her father left to go get the owl at home, needing a break from the sterile hospital anyway, Hermione finally let herself slip into the nightmares she knew would haunt her sleep all night. She was disappointed that, as usual, she was right.
A/n - This was going to be updated on Monday, but ff.net wouldn't let me log on. Ah well, it's up now. Please read and review. Tell me what you think so far.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and winced in pain. Her head ached, her arm felt like it had been ripped apart (which, she thought, was not so wrong an assumption) and she felt sick with dread.
She remembered what had happened to her earlier that night. She knew that her life as she had known it so far was drastically going to change. She was a monster now. She moaned and turned over, feeling the bandage wrapped around her arm scratch against stitches. Sudden hope flared inside her. Her Mum and Dad must have called a Doctor. Maybe if the Doctor sterilised the wound fast enough, the curse of being a werewolf wouldn't fall upon her.
Feeling a little better, she sat up and looked around herself. She was quite surprised to realise that she was in a bed, but it wasn't hers. It was a hospital bed she as lying in.
A sudden stirring next to her made her look towards the slight movement, only to see her father sitting next to the bed reading a book. When he looked at her, his smile was one of relief.
"You're awake now, honey. What happened? The Doctor's said you were bitten by a dog." He asked his daughter.
Hermione stared at him, hysterical laughter building up inside her. "A dog? You think it was a dog. The Doctor's think it was a dog. Sceptics are such annoying people. Is there anyone here who is a witch or wizard?"
Hermione's father frowned. "We wouldn't know. You are the only person I know who can do magic."
Hermione apologised, lay back down and began playing with the sheet that was covering her. What she needed was someone from the magical world to tell her what was going to happen.
An image of Professor Lupin came into her mind but she dismissed it almost immediately. Since his quitting at the end of her third year, he had not been back t teach and Dumbledore kept on telling her, Harry and Ron that Sirius and Remus were on a mission for him.
Sighing, she turned to look at her dad, before she realised that her Mum wasn't there. "Where's Mum?" she asked.
With that, her father's smile came back, this time it was quite nervous. "She was so shocked by your sudden dive to the floor, she went into labour."
Hermione's face lit up in a smile too. Her new baby brother or sister was being born. She hoped it was a sister. Another girl that she could play with, though born a few years too late.
Closing her eyes, she knew she should go back to sleep and rest so that she could sort lout her feelings later. When she closed her eyes though, she saw the slavering monster hurtle itself at her. Opening them again, she sat up and started to rummage in the drawer next to her. She needed to write a letter to Dumbledore. It was the only thing that she could think of. Dumbledore would know what to do.
Finding the paper and borrowing a pen from a passing Nurse, she quickly wrote a short letter explaining what had happened. When she had finished it, she passed it to her Dad, telling him to send it off to Hogwarts with her new owl, Nighteyes.
As soon as her father left to go get the owl at home, needing a break from the sterile hospital anyway, Hermione finally let herself slip into the nightmares she knew would haunt her sleep all night. She was disappointed that, as usual, she was right.
A/n - This was going to be updated on Monday, but ff.net wouldn't let me log on. Ah well, it's up now. Please read and review. Tell me what you think so far.