The Curses That Bind Us
~*~ By: Mae Noelle ~*~
Disclaimer -- This is all mine. Actually, it's not.
Gaahh!! Sorry about the last chappie --- I didn't realize I posted it in word format. It looked all jumbled up when I saw it, but maybe that was just me. I can't post things in word format, or everything is smushed together, no paragraphs, no anything. If it looks fine and you have no idea what I am talking about, then just ignore me. J
A/N -- The plot was created in five minutes by my awesome muse, Ducky, who resides under the same Pen name as I. She is awesome, and a-a-all mine. I don't think I have seen anything out there quite like this, and I checked all throughout the whole three pages of Remus/Herm fics and couldn't find anything. But, if it is a copy, then, sorry - but I didn't do it on purpose.
~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~
Hermione watched quietly as the orange sun set behind the dark trees of the forbidden forest.
She leaned over her book, titled 'Ways of the animagus', and her hair fell into her face. She pushed it back behind her ear, and moved her hand through her hair. She tightened her hold on a handful of hairs that had fallen out.
"Stress." She mumbled, eyeing the hairs lying on her open palm for a moment. "Just stress." She over turned her hand and watched the hairs float to the ground.
Turning back to her book, she moved her eyes across the page, trying to grasp the meaning of the small print.
With a loud slam, Hermione closed the book, finally giving in to the fact that she wouldn't be able to comprehend anything she read today.
Hermione turned again to the window, watching the fading colors on the horizon. She glanced at the watch on her left wrist.
"Thirteen more minutes." She breathed, feeling her gaze become unfocused as she slipped into thought.
"Thirteen more minutes until what?"
Hermione almost jumped and fell out of her seat at the curt voice of the old woman standing behind her.
"I need to be home by then," Hermione said, turning around to McGonagall, who had slipped quietly in through the door. Hermione brought a smile to her face, trying to bring it to her eyes, though she felt like doing anything but smiling.
"Shall I get you your broom for you?" McGonagall said quietly, eyeing Hermione with an expression of pity.
Hermione had mysteriously taken to flying a broom to and from Hogwarts since her visit nearly a month ago.
She nodded, and pretended to go back to her book as McGonagall walked out of the room.
In barely a minute she came back, broom in hand, and ushered the girl out of the room.
"Well, have a nice weekend, I hope I shall see you in better health once you come back," McGonagall eyed Hermione's face for a moment, and said quietly, "You know, it wouldn't go amiss to leave the books alone and take a day to yourself,"
With that she smiled and walked down the hall, leaving Hermione in the middle of the corridor. Hermione looked down at her watch.
"No!" She hissed, looking at the time and willing her eyes to have made a mistake in reading it.
She began running down the halls, as fast as she could, until she reached the front doors. She threw them open and, with a last look at the black starry sky, threw her leg over the broom.
In a moment she was airborne, the wind lashing her hair about, whipping stray hairs about her face. She gripped her broom tight and leaned forward, speeding over the dark Hogwarts lawn.
A smile crept onto her face at the thought of Harry seeing her fly... she had never been very good, especially at such heights and speeds. But, now... amazing the things you can do under pressure.
She peered down to the forest she was now passing, and looked into the horizon - before her eyes a shining globe began to appear in the cloudless night sky.
She felt her nose twitch, and, raising her hands into the air, she disappeared off the Hogwarts grounds, and apparated into her bedroom.
With a thud she fell onto her bed, her broom smashing into floor beside her.
Hermione stood up, slightly dizzy. She knocked down the cup that had earlier held a very important potion.
She gave a small scream as she turned to look in her mirror - her face was covered in grey-white hair - fur - and it looked like her nose was sticking out further then usual -
"Oh, god!" She cried, letting go of the dresser. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she fell to the floor.
Her hands began to shrink - and she noticed her fingers seemed to be being sucked inside her hand - her palms grew coarse and black -
She tried to stand, hoping this wasn't happening, that she was imagining it, or it was some other thing, that was reversible. She cried out, but it sounded more like whine, and when she went to wipe her nose her arm felt hairy, and her nose was oddly in place and felt damp.
Refusing to believe what was happening before her, she managed to scoot her way into the living room, crawling on all fours, though it seemed more natural then it should've, where she sat in the middle of the bare floor, looking to the ceiling and crying.
The tears freely streamed down her face, until the suddenly were ebbed,
And, before she knew it, it ended - the odd twisting and tickling, and she realized she was done... and she lifted her head and cried, but all that could be heard throughout the apartment complex was the howl of a tired wolf.
~*~
Hmmm... this story is seriously turning melodramatic, isn't it? I am going to have to briten it up later... later being the key word.
Thank you to EVERYONE who has reviewed to me! Thank you loads! All 17 of you! I love you!
How long does it take to morph into a werewolf? Well, this was her first time, so lets pretend that the first is long and tiring and such like that. And to those who are going to say something about the werewolf process being 'painful', as described by Lupin in the book, it also says it was painful before the wolfsbane potion, and it was painful cause he was separated from humans and had to bite up himself and go crazy. And all that.
SO what did you think? More? less? This chapter was short, yes, but they will be longer when its more thick plot like stuffs, or whatever... cause I normally write a LOT... like 15-20 pages. So no complaining about length... any other complaints, though? I am open! Ideas? Lay em on me! Compliments? Oh, please oh please!!
~*~ By: Mae Noelle ~*~
Disclaimer -- This is all mine. Actually, it's not.
Gaahh!! Sorry about the last chappie --- I didn't realize I posted it in word format. It looked all jumbled up when I saw it, but maybe that was just me. I can't post things in word format, or everything is smushed together, no paragraphs, no anything. If it looks fine and you have no idea what I am talking about, then just ignore me. J
A/N -- The plot was created in five minutes by my awesome muse, Ducky, who resides under the same Pen name as I. She is awesome, and a-a-all mine. I don't think I have seen anything out there quite like this, and I checked all throughout the whole three pages of Remus/Herm fics and couldn't find anything. But, if it is a copy, then, sorry - but I didn't do it on purpose.
~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~
Hermione watched quietly as the orange sun set behind the dark trees of the forbidden forest.
She leaned over her book, titled 'Ways of the animagus', and her hair fell into her face. She pushed it back behind her ear, and moved her hand through her hair. She tightened her hold on a handful of hairs that had fallen out.
"Stress." She mumbled, eyeing the hairs lying on her open palm for a moment. "Just stress." She over turned her hand and watched the hairs float to the ground.
Turning back to her book, she moved her eyes across the page, trying to grasp the meaning of the small print.
With a loud slam, Hermione closed the book, finally giving in to the fact that she wouldn't be able to comprehend anything she read today.
Hermione turned again to the window, watching the fading colors on the horizon. She glanced at the watch on her left wrist.
"Thirteen more minutes." She breathed, feeling her gaze become unfocused as she slipped into thought.
"Thirteen more minutes until what?"
Hermione almost jumped and fell out of her seat at the curt voice of the old woman standing behind her.
"I need to be home by then," Hermione said, turning around to McGonagall, who had slipped quietly in through the door. Hermione brought a smile to her face, trying to bring it to her eyes, though she felt like doing anything but smiling.
"Shall I get you your broom for you?" McGonagall said quietly, eyeing Hermione with an expression of pity.
Hermione had mysteriously taken to flying a broom to and from Hogwarts since her visit nearly a month ago.
She nodded, and pretended to go back to her book as McGonagall walked out of the room.
In barely a minute she came back, broom in hand, and ushered the girl out of the room.
"Well, have a nice weekend, I hope I shall see you in better health once you come back," McGonagall eyed Hermione's face for a moment, and said quietly, "You know, it wouldn't go amiss to leave the books alone and take a day to yourself,"
With that she smiled and walked down the hall, leaving Hermione in the middle of the corridor. Hermione looked down at her watch.
"No!" She hissed, looking at the time and willing her eyes to have made a mistake in reading it.
She began running down the halls, as fast as she could, until she reached the front doors. She threw them open and, with a last look at the black starry sky, threw her leg over the broom.
In a moment she was airborne, the wind lashing her hair about, whipping stray hairs about her face. She gripped her broom tight and leaned forward, speeding over the dark Hogwarts lawn.
A smile crept onto her face at the thought of Harry seeing her fly... she had never been very good, especially at such heights and speeds. But, now... amazing the things you can do under pressure.
She peered down to the forest she was now passing, and looked into the horizon - before her eyes a shining globe began to appear in the cloudless night sky.
She felt her nose twitch, and, raising her hands into the air, she disappeared off the Hogwarts grounds, and apparated into her bedroom.
With a thud she fell onto her bed, her broom smashing into floor beside her.
Hermione stood up, slightly dizzy. She knocked down the cup that had earlier held a very important potion.
She gave a small scream as she turned to look in her mirror - her face was covered in grey-white hair - fur - and it looked like her nose was sticking out further then usual -
"Oh, god!" She cried, letting go of the dresser. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she fell to the floor.
Her hands began to shrink - and she noticed her fingers seemed to be being sucked inside her hand - her palms grew coarse and black -
She tried to stand, hoping this wasn't happening, that she was imagining it, or it was some other thing, that was reversible. She cried out, but it sounded more like whine, and when she went to wipe her nose her arm felt hairy, and her nose was oddly in place and felt damp.
Refusing to believe what was happening before her, she managed to scoot her way into the living room, crawling on all fours, though it seemed more natural then it should've, where she sat in the middle of the bare floor, looking to the ceiling and crying.
The tears freely streamed down her face, until the suddenly were ebbed,
And, before she knew it, it ended - the odd twisting and tickling, and she realized she was done... and she lifted her head and cried, but all that could be heard throughout the apartment complex was the howl of a tired wolf.
~*~
Hmmm... this story is seriously turning melodramatic, isn't it? I am going to have to briten it up later... later being the key word.
Thank you to EVERYONE who has reviewed to me! Thank you loads! All 17 of you! I love you!
How long does it take to morph into a werewolf? Well, this was her first time, so lets pretend that the first is long and tiring and such like that. And to those who are going to say something about the werewolf process being 'painful', as described by Lupin in the book, it also says it was painful before the wolfsbane potion, and it was painful cause he was separated from humans and had to bite up himself and go crazy. And all that.
SO what did you think? More? less? This chapter was short, yes, but they will be longer when its more thick plot like stuffs, or whatever... cause I normally write a LOT... like 15-20 pages. So no complaining about length... any other complaints, though? I am open! Ideas? Lay em on me! Compliments? Oh, please oh please!!