Hi... this is my first Harry Potter Fic I've done some for other favorites of mine... Any ways I kind of got the idea for Hermione position in the story from the fan fiction Palladio a beautiful story and I recommend if you haven't read it, do...

Disclaimer: I do not own Any of J.K. Rowling's creations... Unfortunately.

Rating: I'm going to be safe and rate it R give me room for thought....

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She first felt the prickling sensation in her back, the feeling of something crawling under her skin. Then she felt it in her jaw a snapping sensation an unbearable clenching. It was the pain.

The sickness.

The calling of the wolf.

Her shoulders cracked and shifted, Her pores opened and spread then ripped viciously wide by the long thick hair of her kind. She doubled over with the pain, the tailbone and skin growing longer, her legs bending and cracking in the opposite direction, her jaw growing larger her forehead smaller, her hands curling and breaking, and then the last coherent thought of humanity leaving, and then the filling of instinct and terror.

Cornered

Her nose immediately quivered. The piercing eyes of the wolf looked seeing everything the plexi glass, the white tiling, the white lights, and the feeling of being trapped. Then she saw them out of the corner of her eye. A word pierced the basic instinct of her brain.

Muggles.

She snarled. Then lunged her nails clicking on the floor as she prepared for the leap. Mid way through the air common sense once again pierced the wolfs mind.

Glass!!!

She shifted so her shoulder hit the glass instead of her head. Her body slammed into the glass a dull thud was heard through the room and a small whimper as she hit the floor. She snarled as she scrambled to her feet, and continued to growl at the people on the other side of the glass. They smiled condescendingly. She sneered.

And then she paced. Her mind a confusion of animal and human.

Full moon.

Already? We've been here a month?

Yeah.

I don't like this place, it has no smell, never trust a place that doesn't smell. How'd we get here anyway?

It was a trap. An ambush, Voldemort attacked right at dawn when we were transforming back to human.

The wolf let out a large snarl, and sat in the corner farthest away from the humans. Her back to the wall, she stared forward facing the idiots staring at her from the other side of the glass.

Bastards.

My sentiments exactly.

That still doesn't how we got here.

He sold us.

What? What do you mean? Sold?

Sold, like they bought us from Voldemort now were permanent residence of a government run medical clinic. In the past month while you were dormant I've been a regular pincushion. And hey have you ever heard the legend how the only thing that can kill a werewolf is a silver bullet through the heart?

It's stored in your part of the brain but there is some recognition there.

Well come to find out it's false. All the movies and legends have just been shot to hell. Are blood is swimming in silver, the metal of the night.

Makes sense.

Yeah well they're trying to eradicate it, A cure for Lupine cursos.

But They can't If they cure it, you'll go insane.

I told them but they wouldn't listen. Here I'll give you a sample of what's been going on while you were asleep.

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