AN: I know, it was short, wasn't it? But I didn't have much time yesterday. This chapter will be longer, I promise!

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'He's here? How could he be here? What if he finds out? It isn't safe! He's hurt! What should I do? What CAN I do? Oh no, he's waking up. Should I run? Should
I hide? Should I stay? Somebody, please come! Please help! I'm not supposed to be here! Oh no, no, don't wake up! Please don't! I couldn't bear it if you found
out...I miss you so much...'

The wolf that was Hermione stared blankly at the sleeping figure. She had to help him. His head was bleeding, and he was waking up.

The figure stirred, and Hermione froze. Slowly, she crept towards him, and watched him struggle with a piece of his shirt. A pang of loneliness ran through her,
and she gazed at him lovingly as he placed the cloth on his head. He couldn't reach the cut, she knew he couldn't, and he would die if he couldn't stop the
bleeding. She would have to help him. Slowly, silently, she crept towards him. She extended he paw, and lightly placed it on the cloth. She felt him tug on it,
but she held it tight. He tugged again, and Hermione whimpered. He couldn't take it off, he would die! SHe realized to late what he was doing. He was twisting
his head around to see what had made the noise. She couldn't leave him, but she couldn't stay either! But he was already gazing into her eyes, and her into his.

Hermione could see the fear and his shock in his eyes, but she also sensed that he didn't really care what happened to him now. He had given up hope. But she
couldn't let him give up! She sniffed him lightly. Yes, he was alright for now. And except for the cut on his head, he wasn't hurt. But he needed help, and
fast. She licked off a drop a blood that was threatening to drip down his forehead, then whimpered again, But she had made up her mind. She had to get Harry
and Ginny, and hope they wouldn't find out her secret...
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Ginny had just put Cassandra down to sleep when there was a scratching at her door. She opened it quietly, and came face-to-face with a large wolf.

She would have screamed, but something stopped her. The wolf didn't seem to want to attack, and what kind of wolf scratched on doors? She stared at the
wolf for a moment, before turning and whispering down the hallway...

"Harry?"