A.N. Hiya guys, everybody asked me to update and I managed to find some extra time in the day, so yeah, here ya guys go!

His breath came out in white little puffs in the early morning chill. Eyes seared the Hogwarts grounds, planning the attack and looking the area over before the sun rose. He chuckled slightly, 'Dumbledore is a fool to try and house her. He knew I'd come.'

Aged hands traced the ground as he knelt in the open, knowing no one could see him. He grinned in a feral manner, teeth gleaming white as the sun began its trek up the sky.

"Deris!" another hissed from the trees, with a growl, Deris disappeared into the roots of the Whomping Willow.

Hermione woke up shivering. She reached out for Remus' body, seeking some for of warmth, only to find her lover gone. Hermione sighed gently, curling up in a ball, trying to ignore the cold.

After about fifteen minutes of trying to warm herself and being overtly unsuccessful she reached out to get her wand, to set a fire in the fireplace. When her hand met the rough surface of her bedside table, she turned to see where exactly her wand had run off to. Predictably, it was missing. Grumbling about 'stupid mornings' she rolled out of bed, hissing as her bare feet met frozen stone.

Hermione hated being cold in the mornings.

She looked on the floor next to her feet, no wand. She looked under the bed, no wand. Huffing loudly she went to the bathroom and heard the sounds on running water; Remus was most likely taking a shower.

She opened the door and stepped into the bathroom, as Remus stuck his head around the shower curtain to see her. "What's wrong" he asked.

"I can't find my wand, have you seen it" she asked.

"It was on the mantle last night" Remus said sticking his head back under the spray.

Hermione turned to look at the mantle with the faintest ray of hope shining into her rather bleak world. That's when her feet lost traction on the floor. She fell ungracefully on her ass, hitting her head on the sink on the way down.

"Are you alright" came the muffled voice.

"I'm fine" Hermione growled, stalking over to the mantle. Her wand was resting on it, as if mocking her for not seeing it in the first place.

She set start to the fire sitting in front of the flames, warming her shaking body. Within moments a bottlebrush tail was winding its way in her face. "Crookshanks, stop it" she said swatting at the tail.

"Meow."

Hermione felt the cat gently paw at her exposed thigh. She petted him gently on his head.

"Meow."

Hermione let out a yell as Crookshanks clawed her leg, digging deep into the flesh; obviously upset his mistress hadn't paid more attention to him.

Remus came out of the shower, drying his hair to see Hermione bent over in front of the bed, reaching viciously under it, muttering about worthless felines.

"Come here you furball! That was the last straw" She said angrily.

For some odd reason, Remus knew laughing would be a very bad idea. "Hermione, are you alright"

Her motions stilled, as she considered banging her head on the floor. "I'm fine" She grumbled standing up and going into the bathroom to find a band-aid before she stained her clothes.

Remus caught a look at her leg and winced, perhaps 'the furball' had gone a bit too far.

By the time Hermione had gotten dressed she had managed to stub her toe, rip one of her favorite shirts, and bite a hole in her lip.

Her mood had indeed gone very sour.

Hermione slowly made her way to the Hospital Wing, a stack of papers in her arms. If she was going to be doing Harry's homework, she was going to be sure that Harry at least understood what he was missing.

"Hermione," Sirius said cheerfully as she stepped through the white curtain that shielded Sirius from everyone's view. "What are doing here on this lovely morning?"

Hermione looked pointedly at the raven-haired boy sitting in the chair next to the ecstatic bed-patient. "I came to catch Harry up on all his studies, since he has been missing a lot."

Harry groaned, putting a hand on his face.

Hermione lifted an eyebrow at his manner, "You know, most people would be grateful."

"Don't get me wrong 'Mione, I am. It's just I don't want to do it," he whined, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sirius sniggered.

"Well, that's nice," Hermione said sitting on the edge of Sirius' bed and opening a book, turning it to Harry. "In Potions…"

Harry huffed.

"Harry, at least get the worst over with first," Hermione said as if put upon.

"Ok, ok," Harry said, sensing Hermione was reaching her limits in patience, and she had been doing his homework. Begrudgingly, he looked over at what Hermione was pointing at.

"It's a drought to put one in a hyper sensitized state. It alerts the mind, much like drinking adrenaline."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Harry asked.

"Not if done properly," Hermione stated.

"Hermione," Madam Pomfrey said, brushing the curtain aside. Hermione looked up at the bustling woman, her irritation rising a bit more. "Dumbledore has called for you, both of you, it's something about Celine," she said, motioning to Harry and Hermione, leaving as soon as the news was given. She had become more and more short with people as the visitors for Sirius became more and more frequent. Not to mention Harry's incessant presence just irked her nerves. Dumbledore himself had tried to remove the boy, but none had prevailed.

"Here," Sirius took the book from her hands. "I'll make sure he studies it."

Hermione lifted a suspicious eyebrow, "You are going to make Harry study?"

Sirius bristled under the indirect insult, be it truthful or not, "As soon as he comes back, I will."

"Alright," Hermione sighed, rising as Harry mirrored her actions.

They left the room in silence, which Harry couldn't stand, so typically he broke it. "I really wasn't trying to be ungrateful, it's just I've had a lot of things on my mind lately…"

"I know Harry, I just simply don't understand why you need to be by Sirius' bedside as often as you are."

"I just thought that I had lost him and it really mad me angry" Harry said dangerously as his fists clenched at his sides. "I won't ever let anything happen to him, or anybody I care about ever again. I just wish Voldermort would show his ugly face so this whole fiasco can be over and done with."

Hermione nodded"I understand Harry, I really do. Although wishing danger on our doorstep isn't exactly what some would consider smart."

Harry laughed lightly"When have I ever been smart"

Hermione rounded on him, hands on her hips"Harry, Sirius is alive, why do you keep beating yourself up over what happened in the Department of Mysteries? It is over, and everyone makes mistakes."

Harry stared wide-eyed at Hermione, wondering just where this outburst had been coming from. 'Maybe it's one of those female things I never want to know about...' Harry's face contorted to one of horror as he shook his head. "Bad, oh bad."

Hermione gave Harry a confused look, leaning towards him a bit"Harry"

Harry jumped back, laughing nervously, and rubbing the back of his head. "Let's go see what Dumbledore wants shall we"

Hermione watched as Harry took off at an alarming pace, still mumbling to himself. She crossed her arms fuming. "Boys" and with that she flounced down the halls, her mood not improving in the least.

When they entered Dumbledore's office they immediately noticed all the curtains drawn and the few candles that were lit were few and far between.

"Professor Dumbledore" Harry called, pulling his wand out. His earlier words flashing trough his mind, 'I just wish Voldermort would show his ugly face so this whole fiasco can be over and done with.' A cold wave washed over his entire body, his senses on full alert.

"Please, put your wands away" a voice said to his left. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, but turned to see a rather amused look on his Headmaster's face.

Hermione hid the smile that tried to force its way onto her face. "Why is it so dark"

"Because otherwise, I would burst into flames" Celine's voice floated throughout the office.

Hermione felt the jealousy begin to flood her system. Remus may have come back to her, but the underlying thought that he had left her for Celine was still sitting underneath the surface and she was already in a bad mood. Hermione managed a nod.

Dumbledore turned to her"According to Celine, the vampires will attack tonight. Can you have yourself and Lupin ready to... use your new potion"

Hermione nodded again. "I can, but I must leave at once."

Dumbledore bowed graciously to her as she left the room.

"You needed me" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry, as a matter of fact I do" Celine said getting up out of the chair as she sauntered towards him. "I have it on good authority that Wormtail will be here tonight. He however will be staying out of the battle. I just thought you would want to know."

Harry's blood boiled at the thought of catching Wormtail, sanity quickly flying out the window. "Where will he be"

"From what I can tell, the vampires are still in Hogsmeade."

Harry's cloak swept behind him as he left the office.

"Are you sure that was wise" Dumbledore asked the raven-haired vampire.

"Sometimes anger can be used as a weapon" she said, smiling slightly. "And that boy has plenty to spare."

Dumbledore's brow creased as he stared at the vampire"I take it you'll make sure he's not hurt then"

Celine's eyes reflected the candlelight slightly, her eyes glowing in the dark. "If you wish it."

Dusk settled over the castle, as the ghosts ushered the prefects and students back into their houses, no one could be out this night. Not one soul.

Hermione and Remus were the first in the Great Hall. "Whatever happens tonight, you aren't a monster" he whispered. The changes were already starting to take place as blood rushed through his veins faster and faster and faster.

Hermione laughed a throaty laugh"I believe you, I just tire of the black cloud constantly looming over our heads. The time is coming for the end. It needs to end soon."

They both rushed out into the night air as bones began re-shaping themselves, vision sharpened, smell heightened. Hermione felt an almost feral glee as the primal side warred with the Hermione most knew. She had had a bad day, and her own anger seemed to be melding with the instincts of the werewolf.

The she-wolf howled into the night as the dark figures began to approach.

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