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A/N: I know, another late one.

Mrs. Weasley and McGonagall left the room, allowing Remus to talk to the boys alone. Harry was still pacing, and Ron was still staring blankly. They hadn't planned on the boys taking it so hard, but they weren't exactly sure why they were. Remus looked from one boy to another.

"Look, Hermione-"

"Professor," Harry said, stopping him in mid sentence. "W-was it, I mean, did you...were you the one that bit her?"

Remus nearly laughed outloud if it weren't for the serious expression on Harry's face. "No Harry, it wasn't me." He was slightly disappointed that Harry would have thought it.

"Great," Ron squeaked finally. "That means there's more of you out there."

"Ron, there have always been a number of us. But the one that bit Hermione was new, only a small child. She didn't even recognize it for what it was."

"That doesn't mean she had to keep it from us!" Harry yelled.

"Harry, she wanted to-"

"Yeah, but she didn't! She could have put us all in danger!"

"Diid you not think she was in danger? Do you not think about what was going through her head?" Remus was starting to get a bit agitated at the two boys.

"THEN SHE SHOULD HAVE TOLD US!" Harry yelled. He couldn't take anymore of this. Not now. He was too angry to even think rationally so he turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I'm the one that's supposed to be in danger, not her.

With Harry's abrupt departure, Ron turned around and looked at Remus, looking at him like he was seeing him for the first time that day.

"She had no right to keep it from us."

Hermione cracked her eyes, something that her brain very much wanted to not do. The room was lit and her eyes teared up in protest of it. As tears from the sunlight fell down onto her pillow, she opened her eyes all the way, not sure if she wanted to move anything else. Her entire body ached, and she wasn't sure she could move any of her body. She opened her mouth, thick from sleep, and took a deep breath. The act caused her throat to hurt horribly, and she quickly closed it again. She tried to move her arms, her shoulders, her head, anything that would move. But it seemed her body didn't want to cooperate with her.

She finally gave up, the strain causing her head to hurt worse than it already did. She opened her mouth to call for someone, but her throat gave a gagging protest when she tried to make any sound. So Hermione lay there, tears soaking the sides of her pillow from the strain and her eyes staring straight up at the ceiling.

So many thoughts were running through her head. She didn't know how she escaped, she didn't know how long she'd been asleep. She didn't know if everyone was ok, or if anyone had tried to rescue her. In fact, she knew nothing, and that was a fact Hermione was not accustomed to.

She laid there, trying to wrap her brain around things and come up with a logical explanation for why she was hurt so badly and why no one was there for her when she woke up. It was clearly during the day and still, there was no one.

It took almost an hour for someone to actually come in, and that made Hermione more happy than she thought it would. But her happiness faded when she saw it was only Mrs. Weasley. She had been hoping for Remus, or Harry or even Ron to come in to see her first.

"Oh goodness!" the woman exclaimed. "I'm so happy you're finally awake!"

Hermione still hadn't been able to make much noise, so she just scrunched up her face in confusion.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear," the red head apologized. "We were all so very worried about you. You were out for three days afer I found you."

This caused Hermione's face to revert to one of shock, followed by more confusion. Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley took the opportunity to explain how she found Hermione. Hermione now knew why she couldn't move.

"Um, since the wounds you received were from a w-werewolf, they will, um, scar. B-but it shouldn't be bad. Remus said since you were a w-werewolf it would heal m-more than a normal person," the witch stuttered.

Hermione's eyes flew wide with alarm. If she knew, did Harry and Ron know? Is that why they weren't there when she woke up? Is that why they hadn't bothered to check in on her?

Mrs. Weasley nodded in knowing way. "Everyone knows," she said softly. "We told Harry and Ron, and they were just so...so...well, they were upset you hadn't told them. And Harry went around the house shouting at everyone until he finally, um, blurted it out at the dinner table that night." Molly was now wringing her hands in her lap, knowing the pain the young girl was in already. She hated to make it worse, but the girl deserved the truth.

Hermione's eyes teared up with the emotion of her best friends not even coming to see her even if they were mad. She was always there for them, mad or not. She turned her head away from Mrs. Weasley, not wanting to show her emotion in front of her.

Knowing the girl needed to be alone, Mrs. Weasley quietly left the room, ignoring the sobbing sounds Hermione was making.

Hermione lay in bed for almost two days before she could get up on her own. She was thankful at least that Remus had been there for her. When he came in the first time he had just held her. It made Hermione more happy than she thought she could be when he did that. He held her until they heard the approaching footsteps outside the door. He pulled away and sat in a chair beside her bed as the door opened to reveal Professor McGonagall.

The Professor had explained Hermione needed to go back to Hogwarts to avoid any other kidnapping attempts. They explained the added protection she would have, and the schedule she would have to stick to strictly until things had calmed down. Hermione had just nodded at the woman, crushed it hadn't been Harry or Ron coming to see her.

After McGonagall had left Remus examined the now mostly healed wounds on her shoulder, neck, and leg. You could barely see any marks on her leg, but the other marks were more visible. A thin line where each claw mark was stretched along her neck and shoulder. When she saw herself in the mirror the first time she cried. There was no hiding them, and she didn't think she wanted to.

Hermione felt the scars were a punishment. A punishment for not telling Harry and Ron, a punishment for betraying her self, and a punishment for the still growing feelings she had for Remus.

Finally the morning came where she would be going back to Hogwarts. She went downstairs that morning for the first time since the attack. She looked around the room and saw Harry and Ron. Both were looking at her like she was the worst person in the world. She suddenly lost her appetite and turned to go back upstairs. The arm around her shoulders from a sneaky Mrs. Weasley made her turn back around.

"Oh no you don't," the older witch said as she led Hermione to a seat too close to Ron. "You need a good breakfast before you head to Hogwarts. It's a long train ride and you need the energy."

As Hermione began eating the pancakes in front of her, she tried to look at Harry and Ron and they both avoided eye contact. The taste of the food turned plain in her mouth and she felt like she was going to empty her stomach on the table. She slowed her eating, trying to control her stomach and throat muscles. The effort made her turn red as a flash of heatovertook her. For a moment she thought she saw concern in Harry's eyes before he turned away from her again. With another bite swallowed, Hermione got up and went upstairs to finish packing, resisting the urge to run.

It was going to be a long train ride to Hogwarts this year.

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Poor Hermione, EVIL HARRY AND RON! Next update: Erm...sooner than this one.