She knew it was wrong, she knew it was dangerous, but she just had to see.
Hermione had always loved wolves, they were her favorite animals. When she went to muggle school her research papers were always on them. And now, now she had a chance to see her first ever real werewolf.
She had stolen Harry's invisibility cloak and was on her way to visit her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the middle of the night of a full moon. She was pretty sure it was relatively safe. Harry had told her about the potion he'd seen Snape give Lupin and she was pretty sure it was the Wolfsbane potion (she'd seen an article about it in Ars Potiana magazine). She should be safe.
Hermione crept toward his office door and tried the handle cautiously. Locked. Taking out her wand, she murmured alohamora and felt the handle twist and open under her hand. She slipped inside quietly and shut the door behind her with a click. She removed the invisibility cloak, knowing werewolves could see a hazy outline of the person under one, and did not like the thought of someone trying to hide. She tiptoed around the shabby desk standing in the middle of the room and bent down to see her professor curled under it.
He looked so beautiful, laying there, his fur soft and silvergrey in colour, streaked with pale brown like sunlight on fallen leaves. She stretched out her hand, and lightly, ever so lightly, touched his muzzle and went to stroke back toward his forehead.
But he woke up. Seeing her, he seethed forward and knocked thirteen year old Hermione to the ground, jaws dripping saliva. Hermione was terrified, she couldn't reach her wand!
She did the only thing she could think of, whopped him on the snout and scrabble up to leave the office, as she ran for the door, the wolf caught her are and she saw blood. Tearing her arm away from his jowls, she ran out the door and slammed it behind her. Leaning her back against it she cast a locking charm before registering what the blood might mean. She fainted.
Hermione did not know how late into the night it was when she awoke, she was only glad she had not been caught. Scrambling, she made her way back to the Tower, briskly told the fat lady to shut up in five different languages, then fell into her bed in the dormitory. Her last thought before sleep took her was God bless time turners.
Hermione had always loved wolves, they were her favorite animals. When she went to muggle school her research papers were always on them. And now, now she had a chance to see her first ever real werewolf.
She had stolen Harry's invisibility cloak and was on her way to visit her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the middle of the night of a full moon. She was pretty sure it was relatively safe. Harry had told her about the potion he'd seen Snape give Lupin and she was pretty sure it was the Wolfsbane potion (she'd seen an article about it in Ars Potiana magazine). She should be safe.
Hermione crept toward his office door and tried the handle cautiously. Locked. Taking out her wand, she murmured alohamora and felt the handle twist and open under her hand. She slipped inside quietly and shut the door behind her with a click. She removed the invisibility cloak, knowing werewolves could see a hazy outline of the person under one, and did not like the thought of someone trying to hide. She tiptoed around the shabby desk standing in the middle of the room and bent down to see her professor curled under it.
He looked so beautiful, laying there, his fur soft and silvergrey in colour, streaked with pale brown like sunlight on fallen leaves. She stretched out her hand, and lightly, ever so lightly, touched his muzzle and went to stroke back toward his forehead.
But he woke up. Seeing her, he seethed forward and knocked thirteen year old Hermione to the ground, jaws dripping saliva. Hermione was terrified, she couldn't reach her wand!
She did the only thing she could think of, whopped him on the snout and scrabble up to leave the office, as she ran for the door, the wolf caught her are and she saw blood. Tearing her arm away from his jowls, she ran out the door and slammed it behind her. Leaning her back against it she cast a locking charm before registering what the blood might mean. She fainted.
Hermione did not know how late into the night it was when she awoke, she was only glad she had not been caught. Scrambling, she made her way back to the Tower, briskly told the fat lady to shut up in five different languages, then fell into her bed in the dormitory. Her last thought before sleep took her was God bless time turners.