Chapter Two
Remus Arrives
Hermione was taken home the next day, still quite sore in her arm. Her mum had a baby boy late last night. She named him Tristan. Something stirred in Hermione at that. She could have sworn she had seen her mum with the new baby before he was even born.
Shaking her head and shrugging away all uneasy feelings, she lay down on her bed and began writing out her homework for the beginning of the new school year. Her father came in at around 12 to give her a sandwich.
At about 1 in the afternoon, she heard a tapping sound as Nighteyes pecked her beak at the glass of her window. Jumping up, homework now lying forgotten, she tore open the window and hastily plucked her owl out of the air and ripped open the letter the owl had tied to its leg. Nighteyes wasn't too happy at that and hooted shrilly at her owner.
Opening it up and reading it, she felt her excitement turn to horror.
Dear Hermione Granger (the note read)
I am sorry to hear about what has happened to you. I am also sad to say that I had to bring in the ministry with your new affliction. Fortunately I have been able to keep your position at Hogwarts until your graduation. It will be a trial for you though, to find a University that will take you in. For that I am truly sorry, as you would have to be one of the brightest students Hogwarts has seen since your parents went to school.
You will be pleased to know that Remus Lupin will be at your house later this evening to try help you adjust. Unfortunately, he will not be there with you for your first transformation, but he will try to prepare you as best he can.
If you have not done so already, I advise you to tell your parents and your friends. Try not to take anything they say to heart, unless it is good, and knowing Harry and Ron, they will not mind. Do not be surprised if your parents do not believe you.
If you need someone to talk to while at school my office is always open to students in need.
Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione read through the note again. Her heart plummeted to the floor as she realised that she might not be able to go to a wizarding University. Well, she thought to herself, I will have to try extra hard my last two years at Hogwarts. Satisfied that she might be able to get in on excellent grades itself, she happily went back to her homework and began to go over all she had done to make sure everything was perfect.
Hearing the doorbell ring at six she immediately flew downstairs, past her dad, ripped open the door and flung herself at the man standing there. Remus Lupin hugged her for a brief second before he began to lose his breath from the death grip she was giving him.
"Ok, Hermione, you are happy to see me, but can you please loosen your grip so I can breathe?" Remus said, voice hoarse.
"Sorry." She replied, let go and smiled up at the man who had taught her Defence Against the Dark Arts in her third year. "Are you going to teach again this year Professor?"
The werewolf laughed and shook his head. "No. Please, call me Remus. It is my name, we know each other and I am not your Professor anymore."
Hermione nodded and dragged the man inside. "Dad, this is Remus Lupin. Remus, this is my dad." With a smile she suddenly realised she had forgotten something. "Um, John Granger."
Both men laughed at that and shook hands, said their greetings and turned to look at her. "Have you told your parents yet, Hermione?" Remus asked, his smile slipping off his face, now only showing understanding.
Suddenly standing up as straight as she could, stiff with worry, she slowly shook her head no. "Not yet. I don't think it has quite sunk in yet. I wrote the note to Professor Dumbledore as soon as I could."
"That is a good thing. Can I see the wound Hermione?" Remus asked.
Holding out her arm, she slowly nodded and pulled up her sleeve to show the bandage that was wrapped around the stitches. "We got it stitched at a Muggle hospital. Would that do anything to it?"
Shaking his head no, Remus slowly undid the bandage and stared hard at the wound, noticing it had healed more than it should have on a normal human. "Sorry Hermione, if they could possibly stop the.condition, the Muggles didn't get to it in time."
Nodding slowly at that, she looked at her own arm for a while, noticing her father doing the same. "Um, I'm not exactly an expert, but isn't that healing a lot faster than it should be?" John Granger asked, turning his head towards Remus.
When he saw a nod of approval, his eyes slowly made their way back to his daughter. "Honey, is there something you aren't telling us?"
Shifting from one foot to the other, she slowly nodded her head, stole a glance up at her father and drew on all the courage a Gryffindor should have. "Daddy . I was bitten by a werewolf."
A/N - So what do you think her dad will think? How will Hermione take it now she knows for sure that she is a werewolf? How much help will Remus really be? All those questions answered next chapter. R/r please!
A/A/N - "As to what I was going to do with it....well, it was going to be basically, the Sixth year I think it was and how Hermione copes with it, the fact that she might not be able to get into a Uni just for the fact she is a werewolf."
Something I'd been curious about was what are the Wizarding Univesities? Which ones are the Oxbridges, Harvards, and University of Parises...and which ones are the Universities of Arkansas and Leicester's?
Remus Arrives
Hermione was taken home the next day, still quite sore in her arm. Her mum had a baby boy late last night. She named him Tristan. Something stirred in Hermione at that. She could have sworn she had seen her mum with the new baby before he was even born.
Shaking her head and shrugging away all uneasy feelings, she lay down on her bed and began writing out her homework for the beginning of the new school year. Her father came in at around 12 to give her a sandwich.
At about 1 in the afternoon, she heard a tapping sound as Nighteyes pecked her beak at the glass of her window. Jumping up, homework now lying forgotten, she tore open the window and hastily plucked her owl out of the air and ripped open the letter the owl had tied to its leg. Nighteyes wasn't too happy at that and hooted shrilly at her owner.
Opening it up and reading it, she felt her excitement turn to horror.
Dear Hermione Granger (the note read)
I am sorry to hear about what has happened to you. I am also sad to say that I had to bring in the ministry with your new affliction. Fortunately I have been able to keep your position at Hogwarts until your graduation. It will be a trial for you though, to find a University that will take you in. For that I am truly sorry, as you would have to be one of the brightest students Hogwarts has seen since your parents went to school.
You will be pleased to know that Remus Lupin will be at your house later this evening to try help you adjust. Unfortunately, he will not be there with you for your first transformation, but he will try to prepare you as best he can.
If you have not done so already, I advise you to tell your parents and your friends. Try not to take anything they say to heart, unless it is good, and knowing Harry and Ron, they will not mind. Do not be surprised if your parents do not believe you.
If you need someone to talk to while at school my office is always open to students in need.
Albus Dumbledore.
Hermione read through the note again. Her heart plummeted to the floor as she realised that she might not be able to go to a wizarding University. Well, she thought to herself, I will have to try extra hard my last two years at Hogwarts. Satisfied that she might be able to get in on excellent grades itself, she happily went back to her homework and began to go over all she had done to make sure everything was perfect.
Hearing the doorbell ring at six she immediately flew downstairs, past her dad, ripped open the door and flung herself at the man standing there. Remus Lupin hugged her for a brief second before he began to lose his breath from the death grip she was giving him.
"Ok, Hermione, you are happy to see me, but can you please loosen your grip so I can breathe?" Remus said, voice hoarse.
"Sorry." She replied, let go and smiled up at the man who had taught her Defence Against the Dark Arts in her third year. "Are you going to teach again this year Professor?"
The werewolf laughed and shook his head. "No. Please, call me Remus. It is my name, we know each other and I am not your Professor anymore."
Hermione nodded and dragged the man inside. "Dad, this is Remus Lupin. Remus, this is my dad." With a smile she suddenly realised she had forgotten something. "Um, John Granger."
Both men laughed at that and shook hands, said their greetings and turned to look at her. "Have you told your parents yet, Hermione?" Remus asked, his smile slipping off his face, now only showing understanding.
Suddenly standing up as straight as she could, stiff with worry, she slowly shook her head no. "Not yet. I don't think it has quite sunk in yet. I wrote the note to Professor Dumbledore as soon as I could."
"That is a good thing. Can I see the wound Hermione?" Remus asked.
Holding out her arm, she slowly nodded and pulled up her sleeve to show the bandage that was wrapped around the stitches. "We got it stitched at a Muggle hospital. Would that do anything to it?"
Shaking his head no, Remus slowly undid the bandage and stared hard at the wound, noticing it had healed more than it should have on a normal human. "Sorry Hermione, if they could possibly stop the.condition, the Muggles didn't get to it in time."
Nodding slowly at that, she looked at her own arm for a while, noticing her father doing the same. "Um, I'm not exactly an expert, but isn't that healing a lot faster than it should be?" John Granger asked, turning his head towards Remus.
When he saw a nod of approval, his eyes slowly made their way back to his daughter. "Honey, is there something you aren't telling us?"
Shifting from one foot to the other, she slowly nodded her head, stole a glance up at her father and drew on all the courage a Gryffindor should have. "Daddy . I was bitten by a werewolf."
A/N - So what do you think her dad will think? How will Hermione take it now she knows for sure that she is a werewolf? How much help will Remus really be? All those questions answered next chapter. R/r please!
A/A/N - "As to what I was going to do with it....well, it was going to be basically, the Sixth year I think it was and how Hermione copes with it, the fact that she might not be able to get into a Uni just for the fact she is a werewolf."
Something I'd been curious about was what are the Wizarding Univesities? Which ones are the Oxbridges, Harvards, and University of Parises...and which ones are the Universities of Arkansas and Leicester's?