Hermione shivered as she heard the cell door clang behind her. The light of the full moon was just visible over the horizon, but she felt nothing yet. She removed her nightgown, and curled up on the bed wondering ,waiting, and frightened.
It wasn't long before the moon had cleared the horizon and Hermione Granger's body began to respond.
She didn't notice the pounding of her heart or the light sweat that formed on her brow, attributing it to fear. She noticed instead the mounting wave of adrenaline that started in her brain and rushed out throughout her body. She felt pressure building in her bones and muscles and a peculiar bubbling sensation in her skin.
Realization dawned immediately and in a bolt of panic, she threw back her head and screamed in terror.
AHHH! IT'S REALLY HAPPEN - ...OH MY GOD...OH GOD...HELP ME!
The pressure contined bulding into an ache. She looked down at her feet and hands where it was most pronounced. Hermione whimpered and moaned as her hands began lengthening, the crackling of bone and muscle audible. Her feet soon joined her hands in a similar transformation. She continued looking down at herself and saw hairs emerge from her skin and began slowly growing over her chest and shoulders while the mat of hair between her legs seemed to become electrified and started straightening and expanding in all directions. Her ears started ringing and she felt her ears lengthening through the hair on her head which had already become a coarse pelt of fur.
No...please...please no
Of course Hermione was terrified at what was happening to her. Her body was an insane cacaphony of nervous system activity with the dull throbbing ache of muscles and tendons beginning to stretch and enlarge, combined with the somewhat pleasant sensation ranging from itching to tingling of new hair follicles and skin composition, the amplified sounds in the background that included her pounding and expanding heart, to the piercing pressure now being felt in her nails and teeth. Still she wanted to KNOW.
It hurts so much...Im...I'm really a werewolf? I know..I know, I was denying it all the time to myself even though I was telling the people I love...I don't want them seeing me like this
She staggered off the bed, hobbling to the mirror. What she saw horrified her, despite her expectations. The hair on her head was a stiff unruly mass running over her upper back, and now blanketing her forehead. The muscles in her shoulders spasmed rhythmicaly and they enlarged before her eyes. The hair which she saw growing over her chest and shoulders was just thin enough to allow her to see her darkening skin her for several moments, but it soon hid her skin from view and continued to thicken into a dark brown fur. Hermione opened her mouth to sob and whimpered when she saw that her upper and lower canines and eyeteeth were now fangs an inch long and lengthening. She sat down, eyes wide at the sight in the mirror.
Her legs were now similar to her shoulders previously, covered with a coating of individual hairs that continued to thicken. Her feet had grown hard sharp claws and leathery pads adorned the balls of her feet. Thickening hair grew over the heels and soles of her feet, she looked at her hands and saw the same thing happening. A jolt of pain shot through Hermione as her spine started to lengthen. She screamed and felt her stomach clench as she realised that her voice was gone, replaced with a roaring howl. She rolled over on her back and looked down at herself with growling sobs. Fur covered almost everything now and it was gettting thicker. Her shoulders cracked, forcing her arms into a position suitable for all fours. Curling, she rolled over on her side and was surprised to see that her face was still fairly human, though highlighted with a luxuriant beard of fur over the sides and lips darkened to black with fangs emerging. She felt pressure build in her furry butt as her spine extended into a bushy tail that wagged involuntarily. A tickling feeling all over her face made her peer into the mirror again. Hairs blossomed from her cheeks, growing over her entire face and her nose began darkening. Her face was soon matted with coarse fur damp with tears. One thing remained unchanged and Hermione braced herself as well as she could. She roared with fury as her face and jaw extended excruiciatingly into a wolf's muzzle. A ravenous hunger, a lust for blood and flesh washed over her. She howled as the transformation concluded itself with a shuddering climax. She was fully aware of who she was and what had happened and she had every intention of satisfying her hunger at the earliest opportunity. Hermione begin padding around the room searching for escape.
Fee fie foe fum, I smell the blood of an Englishmun
We don't really want to devour all of Hogwarts, do we?
No, I was thinking we might get to Beauxbaton as well if we get started quickly.
We've got to resist, we will hate yourself in the morning if we hurt anyone.
Even Draco?
Do we really want to devour Draco.
Bloody good point, we've got to eat SOME human flesh you know?
Why are we switching among first, second, and third person
Because it's really hard to show the inner conflict going on in the mind of a fully conscious and intelligent werewolf
That was nice.
Muggle shithead puts us through six minutes of fear and pain and continues with a morbid inner conflict as a lame attempt at humour and you call that "nice?"
Speaking of which, how are we going to handle this situation?
The cell was constructed soundly and the cell door was locked solid.
I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, I don't want to do this...
DO THIS! YOU MUST KILL, YOU MUST FEED
THIS IS ME FOREVER NOW, ISN'T IT?
Hermione howled and threw herself into the steel door. The cell shuddered.
KEEP TRYING! YOU WILL EAT HUMAN FLESH TONIGHT
NO...OH GOD NO, PLEASE
She tried a second time...same result.
Hermione's emotions raged. The urge to feed was overwhelming, dominating her thoughts and considerations, an urge that the human part of of Hermione Granger was fighting valiantly to keep under control.
I am Hermione Granger of Aylebury, England! I am a prefect at the Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry! My best friends are Harold James Potter and Ronald Weasley! I am one of the brightest students the United Kingdom has in my age group. I am...
A RAVENOUS BEAST WHO IS HUNGRY
"RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!"
WHAMMM
..."Duuhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee"
John and Kathleen Granger sat on the couch, their new son sleeping in their arms, but their thoughts were on their daughter. "It's happening now if it hasn't already happened", John Granger said to his wife. "John, do you think she'll be all right?" "She said that she knows what it is like to become an animal, she didn't tell you what happened around Christmas of her second year?"
"Just that it was very exciting"
"I'm sure she meant to tell you, or assumed I would. Basically, she botched a potion and wound up with the ears of the cat and a tail. That would have to be horrifying for a 12 year old, but she came out of it ok"
"Yes, I suppose, but... Oh God, John, we know what a werewolf IS, lets not kid ourselves! Kathleen Granger wept. Our DAUGHTER, our little CHILD is becoming a ferocious monster, and there is nothing any of us can do about it." Her husband looked his wife and embraced her.
The werewolf stepped away from the door unsteadily. Hermione gave her head a shake and howled. The door seemed inpenetrable.
It was going to be a very long night.
AUTHOR'S NOTE...I want to thank you all for your patience. Hopefully the next chapter will be along very shortly.
And as a matter of fact, it just occured to me that I'm not quite done with this chapter. ..
Hermione was struggling to keep herself calm. Her stomach ached with a need for feed. Her soul ached trying to stave off the powerful lust for blood and flesh. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought. I was supposed to scream with horror...which I did very well...and black out and wake up.
The struggle was beginning to wear her out. She wondered what time it was.
EAT
WHAT? CAN'T GET OUT!
SOMETHING!
Her glowing eyes picked up on it then...and she POUNCED. Her fangs tore...
You just ate a COCKROACH?
ERM...I'M STUFFED?
Filch could have sworn he heard a dog laughing
Seriously though, we must find something more filling to eat.
There...
Once again, Hermione pounced, again her fangs found the mark, and she chewed with horrible knowledge of what she was doing.
Sleep came soon after.
Author's Note: OK, I'm done with this chapter for REAL this time.