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A/N: No killing allowed for the slow update!

Hermione's eyes cracked open, her head pounding and her vision blurry. Her hand went to her head, hoping to ease the pain in her temples. When her vision cleared she found herself chained to a wall by her left leg. The shackle was huge and she couldn't move move than five feet from the wall at best. A pained groan escaped her dry mouth as a wave of nausea took hold of her.

Hermione's eyes focused on something in the dungeon like room as it moved. She squinted her eyes, making out a human form. She knew who it was without having to see him clearly. It was Greyback. She watched as his figure stood up and walked over to her, his eyes shining brightly in the candle light.

"I was wondering how long you were going to sleep," he said to her, a giant smile on his face.

Hermione resisted the urge to spit on him as she brought herself slowly to her feet. "What do you think you're going to get from me?" she asked him through her teeth. She just wanted to fall back to the ground and let sleep overtake her again, but she couldn't. She had to figure a way out of this, even if her body was shaking from the exertion of standing.

He just smiled wider. "You will be a nice little instrument for me, oh yes you will. It might take some convincing, but that's the fun part."

Hermione resisted the urge to empty her stomach contents as she saw the look of glee on his face. "You area sick bastard and you will get nothing from me," she spat out with all the venom she could muster.

The old werewolf laughed, something that only sounded partially human, and mostly wolf. "You are going to be a fun one," he said, leaning very close to her.

Hermione took a step back, hitting the wall behind her. The smell of his breath made her gag, and it took all she had to hold it back.

"You're lucky," he said, running a hand through her hair. "The sun will be down very soon, so the lesson will have to wait until tomorrow." He smelled her hair before dropping it back in place and backing away.

Hermione looked around, trying to find a window and saw one across from her and slightly to the right. He was right, the sun was going to be setting very soon. She turned and watched him leave the room, but heard no sound of a lock clicking. With another glance out the window Hermione looked around the room for anything she could reach that would help her with the lock. She let out a frustrated sigh when she found everything out of her reach even when she stretched. Dropping her arm, she looked back out the window as she felt a tingling feeling rush through her body.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no," she muttered as she felt the familiar feeling of the transformation taking hold of her. She gripped her stomach, the pain soaring through her. Her skin began to burn where it had been tingling and she let out a strangled cry as she felt it ripping and the werewolf coming out.

The young werewolf shook off the shackle around it's back leg, annoyed by its presence. She bounded over to the door, scraping at it so it would open. She was finally able to claw her way out and run into the fresh night air. Before she could run off she caught a smell in the wind. It was the smell of a werewolf she didn't know, and didn't particularly want to know.

She watched as the old werewolf came around the corner and a low growl ripped from her throat. She smelled that this was his territory, and that put her at a disadvantage as the old werewolf pounced.

Mrs. Weasley was wringing her hands, pacing Remus's house still. It was nearly 7 in the morning and she was left to her own devices as Remus and Minerva discussed private matters in the kitchen. She looked up at the clock for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes, anxious for the meeting in the other room to end. She blamed herself for losing track of Hermione, and she was feeling worse and worse by the minute.

She walked over to the window, peering out at the sun as it lit up the small living room. She stared into the woods not far off, praying Hermione was safe. The last thing she expected to see was a naked and very bloody Hermione laying in the yard.

"Someone help me!" she yelled as she grabbed her cloak and ran outside. She didn't stop to think about why Hermione would be naked, nor did she wonder how Hermione had made it back alive. The only thing on her mind was getting the child inside and praying she wasn't dead.

As she neared Hermione, tears welled up in her eyes. A deep gash in her should, dangerously close to her neck was the cause of most of the blood. A gash to the right and left of that one were nowhere near as bad, but still adding to the pool under the girl. She draped the cloak over Hermione and pulled out her wand.

She looked up before she could cast her spell and saw Reums and Minerva rushing out.

"By the Gods!" Minerva exclaimed as she saw the blood soaking into the cloak.

Remus ran and crouched down by Hermione, his fingers resting on her neck, then grabbing her wrist. "She's barely alive," he said quietly. "Get her inside, NOW!"

Upon further examination, it was a werewolf claw mark across Hermione's shoulder and neck. She also had a nasty gash on her leg that was stubbornly refusing to stop bleeding. The two older witches and the wizard spent hours getting the bleeding to stop, and once the woundswere bandaged, blood started seeping through the bandages.

"Will they heal?" Molly asked the other two as they sat at the kitchen table with cold cups of tea in front of them.

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "No, not completely. Those were made by a werewolf, and they will scar. But since she is a werewolf, it won't be as bad as a normal person."

Molly's ears perked up. "She was bitten?" she asked, now horrified for the girl. But she didn't ever remember seeing a bite mark.

"She's been a werewolf since the beginning of the summer," Minerva stepped in to explain. "She didn't know she had been bitten until the first fullmoon. She's been trying to find a way to tell everyone. I guess she hasn't figured that out yet..." The older woman trailed off, her eyes resting on the stairs.

Molly didn't know what to say. This was something she had never expected. "Th-that's why she was taken?" she asked Remus.

The man gave her a nod. "It was Greyback, I could smell him on her."

Molly leaned her head down onto the table, contemplating banging on it a few times. How had she not known? Was she really that out of it? She sighed loudly.

"Don't worry, she's been doing a good job keeping up appearances," Remus said.

"She was actually planning on telling Harry and Ron today in Diagon Alley," Minerva added solemnly as she stirred her cup of tea for the thousandth time.

Molly sighed again, accompanied by the other two this time. "Now what do we do?"

"We have to tell them."

"Knowing those two, they're liable to throw a fit."

"Should we tell them seperately?"

"No, I think they'll need the support of each other on this one," Remus said, hoping the boys would take it better than they were predicting.

"All right," Molly said as she stood up. "Who's going to tell them?"

Harry and Ron just knew they were in trouble. When McGonagall, Lupin, and Mrs. Weasley wanted to speak with them privately they nearly panicked.

"Sit down boys," McGonagall said as she gestured to the chairs in front of the desk she was standing behind.

Ron made an audible gulping sound while Harry mechanically sat down in the chair behind him.

"Don't worry," Mrs. Weasley said. "It's about Hermione."

"Where is she?" Harry asked.

"Is she ok?" Ron asked at the same time.

"She's safe now," McGonagall said, sitting down in her chair after the boys sat. "She's at Remus' house for the moment, and it is not wise to move her. She sustained injuries in her escape, and we're not sure how long it will take her to wake up."

Harry and Ron both looked pale, and Harry was gripping his seat so tightly it was starting to bend slightly under the pressure.

"I'm sure you're wondering why we didn't just tell you when we told everyone else," Lupin finally said as he propped himself on the corner of the desk. A short nod from both of them affirmated his assumption. "There is something Hermione wanted to tell you both before this happened. She wanted to let you know when she found the courage to do it, but since this attack, I think it wise we advise you in her place." God, Hermione's gonna kill me, he thought to himself as he took a moment for it all to sink in. "Hermione was bitten over the summer while at her parent's house."

This statement didn't appear to affect the boys in any way, so he continued.

"It was a werewolf bite." This time they both reacted.

Harry jumped off his chair, rambling about how dangerous a secret that was, how she should have told them, and a million other things that became slurred together as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

Ron was quite the opposite, his white face going to full on red as the information sunk in. He just stared at the spot on the desk in front of him, not moving, not saying a word.

Their reactions were worse than any of the three adults had anticipated.

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I promise you won't have to wait so long for the next installment of 'As The Sun Sets"!