Chapter Three
The room was in sudden silence as the words escaped her mouth. Remus smiled sadly at her, showing support when she needed it. Her father was looking wide-eyed between her face and her quickly healing arm.
"Are you ok? How badly were you hurt? Will you live?" Mr Granger began to fire off a bunch of questions Hermione was too shocked to answer. She should have known there was nothing anyone could do, she had known that but being told she was a werewolf from a man who had suffered with the affliction most of his life summed it up really nicely for her.
Her life as she has known it so far was over. Slowly, she walked over to the couch in the lounge room, sat down and stared blankly at the wall in front of her eyes. Hermione could hear Remus talking to her father about how her daughter would now be a werewolf and she heard her dad gasp, deny it and flee to the safety of his study.
"I am so sorry Hermione. I wouldn't wish this upon anybody and for someone so smart and intelligent . if there is anything I can do to make this transition any easier tell me. It will be hard. Your body will go through a few changes."
"Of course." Hermione replied absently, not really hearing a word the man had just said. Before she was aware that Remus had moved, she felt his arms wrap around her protectively and pulled her into a hug.
She didn't mean to do it, but she did anyway. The hands wrapping about her tightened when she began to lash out at him. Anything to make her feel better she did, so she scratched, she bit and, when her body was almost on the verge of exhaustion, tears began to fall.
All the while, Remus held her and comforted her, knowing that she should let out her frustrations and anger now. Not only that, but a part of what Hermione had always been had been stripped away from her. Remus knew that no matter how good her scores at Hogwarts were, if there wasn't a University with a Headmaster or Mistress like Dumbledore, she had no chance of ever continuing her studies.
In a strange way, the girl was grieving, but for herself and what she had lost rather than the death of a loved one. It was something he hadn't been able to experience himself, too young when he had been bitten to fully understand what had happened.
With her father not believing for the time being and not knowing where her mother was, he knew Hermione was going to have a rough time with her family from now on.
As he felt her relax into his arms, he asked her the one question he felt needed to be answered right at the moment. "Where's your mother Hermione? She is still living here isn't she?"
Slowly lifting her head and staring at Remus she slowly nodded. "She's in the hospital. She has just given birth to a baby boy. His names Tristan." Hermione smiled, proud that she had a younger sibling now, then she saw the look on Remus' face.
"What is wrong with that? I'm happy for having a baby brother." She stated, anger evident in her voice.
"It's not that. Your parents will have to look after the baby now. You need to be taught and usually your parents would do that, even if they are Muggles. I would have told them what to do. Unfortunately, they will be too busy."
Hermione stared. "You mean that I won't be able to stay here, because of the baby?"
Remus shook his head. "No. You can stay here, but I will have to as well. I will be able to teach you what you will need to learn and what will happen to your body during transformation." Slowly he shook his head and sighed. "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."
With that, Hermione let her head fall back to Remus' shoulder and just held on to her only means of anything to do with werewolves like a lifeline.
Apart from what Remus will tell her, there were two things left to do: Tell her mum and tell her friends. No one else will ever have to know. Ever.
A/N - Ok, so this chapter isn't the best, but it is up. Yay!
So what do you think? R/r and tell me.
The room was in sudden silence as the words escaped her mouth. Remus smiled sadly at her, showing support when she needed it. Her father was looking wide-eyed between her face and her quickly healing arm.
"Are you ok? How badly were you hurt? Will you live?" Mr Granger began to fire off a bunch of questions Hermione was too shocked to answer. She should have known there was nothing anyone could do, she had known that but being told she was a werewolf from a man who had suffered with the affliction most of his life summed it up really nicely for her.
Her life as she has known it so far was over. Slowly, she walked over to the couch in the lounge room, sat down and stared blankly at the wall in front of her eyes. Hermione could hear Remus talking to her father about how her daughter would now be a werewolf and she heard her dad gasp, deny it and flee to the safety of his study.
"I am so sorry Hermione. I wouldn't wish this upon anybody and for someone so smart and intelligent . if there is anything I can do to make this transition any easier tell me. It will be hard. Your body will go through a few changes."
"Of course." Hermione replied absently, not really hearing a word the man had just said. Before she was aware that Remus had moved, she felt his arms wrap around her protectively and pulled her into a hug.
She didn't mean to do it, but she did anyway. The hands wrapping about her tightened when she began to lash out at him. Anything to make her feel better she did, so she scratched, she bit and, when her body was almost on the verge of exhaustion, tears began to fall.
All the while, Remus held her and comforted her, knowing that she should let out her frustrations and anger now. Not only that, but a part of what Hermione had always been had been stripped away from her. Remus knew that no matter how good her scores at Hogwarts were, if there wasn't a University with a Headmaster or Mistress like Dumbledore, she had no chance of ever continuing her studies.
In a strange way, the girl was grieving, but for herself and what she had lost rather than the death of a loved one. It was something he hadn't been able to experience himself, too young when he had been bitten to fully understand what had happened.
With her father not believing for the time being and not knowing where her mother was, he knew Hermione was going to have a rough time with her family from now on.
As he felt her relax into his arms, he asked her the one question he felt needed to be answered right at the moment. "Where's your mother Hermione? She is still living here isn't she?"
Slowly lifting her head and staring at Remus she slowly nodded. "She's in the hospital. She has just given birth to a baby boy. His names Tristan." Hermione smiled, proud that she had a younger sibling now, then she saw the look on Remus' face.
"What is wrong with that? I'm happy for having a baby brother." She stated, anger evident in her voice.
"It's not that. Your parents will have to look after the baby now. You need to be taught and usually your parents would do that, even if they are Muggles. I would have told them what to do. Unfortunately, they will be too busy."
Hermione stared. "You mean that I won't be able to stay here, because of the baby?"
Remus shook his head. "No. You can stay here, but I will have to as well. I will be able to teach you what you will need to learn and what will happen to your body during transformation." Slowly he shook his head and sighed. "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."
With that, Hermione let her head fall back to Remus' shoulder and just held on to her only means of anything to do with werewolves like a lifeline.
Apart from what Remus will tell her, there were two things left to do: Tell her mum and tell her friends. No one else will ever have to know. Ever.
A/N - Ok, so this chapter isn't the best, but it is up. Yay!
So what do you think? R/r and tell me.