Tru had run to the hall and behind a pillar. Stopping there, she was breathing heavily and looking at her hand. Her nails on her right hand had grown into what looked like hideous claws, and some tiny hairs were portruding from each knuckle. She shook. Terror rushing through her. "What's wrong with me?"

She knew that she could only get the answer out of one person. She turned in the direction of her father's office but right then, she felt a nitch in her chest and fell over. Her breathing grew heavier, sweat poured down her face like a waterfall. She looked at both of her hands, they looked ugly, and monstrous.

She tried calling out for help but she was breathing to heavily to make audible words. She struggled to stand and staggered and was about to fall over when...

Hermione walked out of the great hall. She saw Tru standing there and said "Tru? Are you all right?" Tru's body was normal. She was slumped over looking at her hands still. She looked up at Hermione, her eyes wide and her pupils had dilated. "What's the matter, Tru?"

"Hermione, how do I look?" Tru asked. Hermione looked at her strangely. "You look fine, what's wrong?" Tru looked around and stood up straight. Did what just happened...even...HAPPEN? Or was it her imagination? Tru nodded it off and held her head. "I..I'm not feeling too well...could you escort me to the dorms? It's nearly night anyway and I may need rest." Hermione nodded and took Tru up to the dorms.

The walk up was silent. Hermione stared at Tru for a long time, wondering just WHAT was wrong. Tru was pale, and skinnier than usual. She had been awaking in the middle of the night quite often. Once Tru was asleep and Hermione knew for sure, she decided that she should seek out Professor Lupin.

"...and just now I found her in the hall stooping over kind of, and when she looked at me she looked...terrified. Like she'd seen a ghost or a monster! I just took her up to bed, she said she needed rest. And I thought I should tell you what's going on, so I came and found you."

Hermione had been telling Remus about Tru's predicaments for almost a half of an hour now. She had found him sitting in the Hogwarts garden after searching for almost ten minutes. Remus was staring off into space. He knew exactly what was wrong with Tru. He couldn't bare to think of it happening to her now...but it was. And he couldn't stop it.

"Well Hermione, I know this may sound awkward for a father to say about his daughter, but has she been acting...insecure...in all of this? Besides stooping over and night terrors?"

Hermione thought for a moment. "Well...today she socked Draco Malfoy in the face...and some nights she...she..."

"Yes?"

"She walks in her sleep and she walks to the window. And when she does, she...howls."

Remus hung his head. "I see. Well Hermione, can you do something..for me AND Tru?"

Hermione nodded. "Of course professor, anything."

Remus nodded and wrote something down on a piece of paper. "Go to Professor Snape and ask him to make this for me, tell him it isn't for me, and it's for Tru. And that the note explains everything." he wrote down a little bit more, folded it up, and gave it to her. "Promise me you won't even glance at it." Hermione nodded and walked out of the room.

Remus hung his head and shed a few tears. All he could do now, was help her.