Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters I am simply manipulating them to do my evil bidding ::laughs evilly and chokes:: damn it!
Snow
Remus looked at the cold pancakes in front of him. Where was she? He hadn't seen her since the last morning and he couldn't find her anywhere. He poked the old pancake without an appetite; he had a sinking feeling that something was wrong. But the door slowly began to slide open, so Remus looked up and into-
The youthful face of a Gryffindor fourth year who had come to collect her friends before they were late to class. Remus sighed and caught his head in his hand. His next period was free and he knew Hermione's was also. Therefore, she should be in her room; he would go there.
He needed to find her; the full moon was growing close and his emotions were becoming more and more powerful as his senses were becoming heightened. And his wolfish intuition was picking up the danger and eerie moods that hung in the air.
But when Remus finally got into her bed chambers, she was no where to be seen. Frantically, he searched high and low, in and out, but nowhere could she be found. Remus flopped down on her bed and breathed in her sent. It was everywhere and it filled him with a peaceful feeling as he lay there tranquilly.
When he became aware that he was about to be late to his next class, he forced himself too leave his haven.
As he rushed down the hall he looked at his watch increasing his speed so as not to be late. Suddenly he felt his body colliding with another body; judging by the size, it was a male teacher.
But he did not see the person for a second; all he saw was red. For a sent had run up to greet his nose. It was Hermione's, but this was not her. Remus turned and watched his collider walk away from him as his insides went green. It was Professor Irving.
Remus stood in front of his class going over the lesson he had planned for that day, but his mind was somewhere else. He saw a hand go in the air and wondered if he had asked a question subconsciously. "Yes?" he asked the second year boy with brown hair in the front row.
"Um, Professor," he began while looking around at his classmates for support, "You've said that already."
"Did I?" Remus was startled.
The small boy nodded slowly and quietly muttered, "Twice."
Remus sank down into his chair behind his desk with a sigh, and then leant forward to rest his head on his hands. The class waited silently in anticipation. After another sigh, Remus looked up.
"Class, as you can tell, I am not feeling quite myself this morning. I am going to let you start on the homework that I was going to assign for tonight. I want one roll of parchment on Vampires and methods of siring others."
Remus laid his head in his hand as many books began to open and the scratching of quills could be heard as they ran across the parchments. But his mine held none of these things. What he was focused on was the stirring of emotions within him. There was sorrow, pain, jealousy, distrust; he was a mess.
He couldn't get it out of his head that Professor Irving smelled like Hermione smelled. But he thought…
Why would Irving smell like Hermione? He couldn't…she wouldn't… but he…
No answers and so many questions. Just when he had found the very embodiment of life, it was wrenched from his grip. But no-
No he would not stand for this! He would take back what was his, not allow some one undeserving to get what was rightfully his! No matter what the price-
Calm down! Remus took a deep breath. Curse the moon; curse it for giving him such powerful, animal emotions. How was he going to deal with anything, if the wolf inside of him was threatening to control his emotions?
But Hermione had also become a wolf, and for him! There was no way that she could be quite so fickle. He mentally abused himself for ever doubting Hermione's fidelity. She was true to him, he could feel it in his heart; he knew it was true.
And there was something about Irving that he didn't like; and he never had. Yet the feeling had begun to grow as the moon waxed. Basic animal intuition could tell good from evil; and the closer he got to the full moon, the more he felt the evil of Irving's presence.
Yes, perhaps a visit to Professor Irving was in order for later that evening.
Hermione's feet sank into the snow; she couldn't walk anywhere. But she did so want to know what was around her. She felt a need to explore, but it seemed so impossible. Once again she returned to her house defeated. But then she got a wonderful idea. She closed her eyes.
Moments later, Hermione stepped back out into the snow. This time, she did not sink. Her feet merely depressed the surface of the snow slightly. She stood for a moment looking down at her bare feet on top of the snow. And then she began to run; she felt free. Running wild, the wind combing through her fur. Freedom, yet she was trapped.
She ran far and wide, until she could not run anymore. She came to a wall of ice, no wait glass; but it was foggy. The glass was translucent and she could only see the shadows of existence on the outside.
Hermione could make out a bed, and a few other objects. Judging by her position, she assumed that she was on a bureau. And suddenly a body moved into the room. It was tall and dark and she could only assume it to be Irving. He slunk silently around the room. Hermione felt a low growl emanating from her abdomen; she too felt the evil that came with his presence in her new form.
But then, another feeling entered, it was light, yet tense. Another figure entered the room; it seemed fairer, and she could feel in her heart who it was. She ran forward and placed her paws on the glass her mind screaming "Remus!"
Remus had entered Professor Irving's room, and he could immediately feel the dense heaviness that seemed to surround the man.
"Hello?" Irving asked in a very unfriendly manner. "Can I help you?"
"Um…" Remus started trying to peer around the other man's shoulder. This effort proved of no use as he could not see her anywhere. "I was just looking for someone."
"Well, unless you were looking for me, I don't see why you are looking in here."
"Oh, I was just wondering if you had recently seen Hermione." He looked directly into the other's eyes, causing him to falter slightly.
"Why would I know where she is?"
"Dunno, just thought it couldn't hurt to ask," but at that precise moment, he heard something calling his name and his eyes shot in the direction of the dresser and then back.
However, the movement was not so fast that it didn't catch the attention of the other man infuriating him. "Well, I don't know where she is so just go, and leave me alone!" His face had turned a very agitated shade of red.
With one final glance around the room, Remus turned and left. Irving drew closer to the snow globe, hovering over it possessed with greed.
Hermione shrank back from the glass as a large shadow overwhelmed everything. She ran again this time away from where she had been watching the room. As she ran, she entered into the wood where she had not before gone. Soon she came to a small cottage in the middle of a clearing.
Curiosity overwhelmed her, and she crept up to the window and peeked in. The room inside appeared cozy and contained an assortment of pillows and blankets, as well as a couch, a couple tables and a bed. It was lit by candles which meant that some one must have been living there presently. Yet there was no one there that she could see.
She stood for a moment at the window, when all of a sudden, a face jumped up into the window and screamed horribly.
A startled wolf, Hermione ran, perceiving the threat of the startling man. She did not stop running until she was inside the house. Quickly Hermione changed back into her human form and collapsed onto the kitchen floor. As she was very out of breath, she was dieing for a drink of water, or even better lemonade.
Using the counter for support, Hermione pulled herself up to her feet. And a wave of disbelief swept through her as she stared at the glass of ice cold lemonade on the countertop in front of her; why, it even had a tiny pink paper umbrella. In a cautious movement, she picked up the lemonade and sniffed it, and finding it seemingly normal, she put the glass to her parched lips and drank.
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Short I know, but we will find out more ab the globe next chapter. Actually I think I will call it the globe. Don't worry, were close to a conclusion, but I promise wverything will end happy! Yay! But I think im going to end Façade, my other fic, in one big oober chapter, so it might be a lil more time than usual b4 I update this fic. no more than a week I don't think. N it it takes longer, u have my permission to throw virtual tomatoes at me. n with that said, im out
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~Atiannala