Whispers were going around the school. They had been all week. For Hermione it was getting to be more than she could take. To her the castle felt oddly empty and cold. There was no cheery face to greet her in the morning, there was no one to tell her and Ron to stop fighting and there was no one to make her believe in her self. Tell her that she was more than a know-it-all mudblood.

In the Great Hall students were inventing weird and in some people's cases, horrible reasons as to why Harry wasn't at school.

The ones that scared her the most were the horrible death ones, for the soul reason that they could be true.

The whole week Hermione had been in a trance, looking back on the week she couldn't remember a single thing that happened. The teachers were being lenient towards her and Ron, even Snape.

Slowly Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor common room. She was the only person in the corridor from what she could tell and she was not paying attention to where she was going. Staring at the floor, she looked up to late as she ran smack bang into her favourite person. Draco Malfoy.

"Watch where you're going you filthy mudblood," spat Malfoy.

"Sorry," said Hermione meekly.

It wasn't normal for her to apologise to the ferret but she wasn't in the mood for snide comments. She put her head down and tried to push her way passed, but felt a hand hold her back. Hermione wasn't sure if she did it because she missed Harry or because she was sick of Malfoy. Turning around, she lifted her arm up and smacked him across his smug face as hard as she could.

Turning on her heal Hermione left a stunned Malfoy behind her as she ran down the hall to the Common Room.

Hurrying into the common room, Hermione ran up to the girls dormitories and fell onto her bed crying.

The last and only other time that she had hit Malfoy was in her 3rd year. That moment kept playing over and over in her mind. Why did it always have to happen like this? It wasn't fair that all of this would happen.

After a lot of crying, Hermione fell into a restless sleep.

Dream

It was her third year. Her and Harry had gone back in time with the time turner. She and Harry were hiding behind the wall watching Malfoy and his cronies laughing at the fact Buckbeak was going to be beheaded. She saw herself move forward and punch Malfoy in his proud jaw.

Harry was beside her, congratulating her on the hit.

It was then that Hermione was aware of the flips that were happening in her stomach. All in all it was a wonderful feeling, one that she never wanted to end.

End of Dream.

Hermione woke up with tears in her eyes. How was it possible to hurt this much? It was then that a thought struck Hermione, was this what Harry was feeling when Cedric and Sirius died?

As Hermione sat in her bed crying for her lost friend she didn't realise the noise she was making. Startled from her thoughts by Lavender, Hermione did the only thing she could think of to prevent having to talk about Harry, she ran. She ran as fast as she could. Where she was going she didn't know, all she knew was that she had to run.

Hermione ran until she couldn't run any more. When she stopped it was a while before realised where she was. She was at the Quiditch pitch. Normally this was the last place she would be but it made her feel good. It was like Harry was still alive and would be back soon. Sitting down, it didn't take long for Hermione to fall asleep with thoughts of Harry swimming in her head.

It had been two weeks, and they had been possibly the hardest of Harry' life. After he had been accepted in to the pack the days had been similar. They would wake up before it was light, and the males would go hunting. The first day was terrible for Harry, he was noisy, he would get in the way and it didn't go over well with some of the pack. Luckily for him, soon after this, a wolf took him under his wing and taught him many things.

This had not been the only change; Harry had now taken more notice in his animal talking abilities. At first he had thought he was going mad with all the voices in his head. It didn't take long for him to realise it was the pack.

With this ability he found out a lot about the pack. The wolf that was teaching him was a silver colour with small trace of black; he was a young wolf only two and a half years old. His name was Razor.

What Harry and Razor did every morning could only be called training. It would start with a stealth activity where Harry would have to run through the tree tops being as silent as possible. Needless to say this came about with lost of bruise and scratches.

This would be followed by Razor getting bones from the previous nights meal and hiding them in the forest for Harry to find unassisted. This was on top of fitness training that Harry did with himself and to his own surprise wandless magic.

Other than hunting Harry mostly spent the days secretly watching Hogwarts, training or playing with the cubs. In the two weeks that Harry had been away it was hard not to notice the changes he was going through even at this early stage, he was losing his small build and it was being replaced by a more muscular one, his hair was growing and he was, already, almost able to move unnoticed in the forest.

The clothes that he had gone into the forest with were either ripped or had been taken off. He was left in nothing but his Hogwarts pants that were now shorts.

Harry sat at his favourite spot in the camp and watched the cubs play. It wasn't until he started watching three little ones play was it that he realised how much he missed Ron and Hermione. It wasn't easy to let go of something like their friendship. They had been through so much together and now he was without them.

As Harry watched the three at play he didn't notice the leader of the wolf pack, Keane come up behind him. As Harry had been with the pack for two weeks he found it easier to just stay with the animal dialogue, so what Keane had to say was crystal clear.

"Harry, I think it is time that you forget the humans that you called friends. We are now your family. It is better to leave them be," when he spoke it was almost in a scathing tone.

"I know I should, it is just hard to forget them." Harry paused, "They think I'm dead, I was never very good at leaving people with out them not knowing the whole truth…It's too Malfoy like. I will not become him. As Hermione said, I have a 'saving people thing' and that seems to be kicking in." Here Harry stopped because it was too hard to talk about those In Hogwarts.

The conversation was all said in wolfish.

"Harry! You are being weak, that is not something that I will tolerate from you. I know that you are better than that!" Slowly Keane's voice grew to a growl.

It took every ounce of control Harry had to stop him saying something he would regret. He gave the wolf a loathsome look before he left the site to watch the grounds at Hogwarts.

As Harry ran through the trees he was thinking about what Ron and Hermione would be doing. It seemed that the Order thought it to be safest if they (Ron, Hermione, and Ginny) were at the school. They could often be found at the Quidditch pitch with Ron and Ginny flying and Hermione reading in the stands.

On reaching as far as he dare go, Harry watched Ron and Ginny soaring through the air, as carefree as could be. It didn't take long for him to spot Hermione up in the stands by herself looking quite lonely.

Harry didn't even think about it he changed into one of his animagus forms, a jet black wolf with emerald green eyes and a silver mark on its shoulder. With that done Harry moved towards the stadium and his friends.

In this form Harry made his way over to the stands that Hermione was at and started walking up the stairs. Before now it had never occurred to Harry how hight the stairs were. After a few minutes Harry made it. Glancing around he already felt freer, but as soon as he saw Hermione he was drawn to her. Harry was walking towards Hermione and was blissfully unawares of the silver wolf that was quickly making its way over the grounds and towards the stadium.

Harry stopped when he reached her side and gave her hand a small lick. He watched as Hermione gave a start and turned around to find herself almost face to face with a wolf. Just as Hermione opened her mouth to scream Harry licked her hand again to show he meant no harm. Slowly the look of fear left her face and a small smile graced her lips as she started to scratch him behind his ear.

What ever Harry had been thinking was wiped from his mid as Hermione scratched him in that spot. He moved to a more comfortable position and was surprised as a uncharacteristic growl came from his throat. Again a smile grew on Hermione's face, the first one in a while.

As Harry sat enjoying the feeling of being with his friend he didn't notice the silver wolf running towards him. The first thing that let Harry know he was there was a harsh growl and a great force driving into his side. This was followed by a weightless feeling as both wolves were sent over the edge of the stadium.

The following things happened so fast that Harry almost missed them. There was more pressure applied to his side, this was followed closely by a loud crunch.

Surprisingly Harry felt almost no pain, just anger. Slowly he made his was to his feet which to his dismay were human and took in what had happened. His eyes fell on the silver wolf, Razor. Bending down on his haunches Harry started to let his harboured emotions flow out as he ranted the wolf. Once again, all in wolfish.

"What the hell do you think you are doing!"

This was not what Razor had been expecting and was a little taken back by the venom in his voice, but replied none the less.

"What do you think I was doing? I was stopping you from doing something stupid. I thought that I had taught you better, there should be no more socializing with the other humans. These are the same ones that you ran away from," he said all this in a level voice but his irritation was obvious.

"Well, I'm sorry for missing the people that cared for me when no one else would. Just give me time. But that is not what I'm talking about. What if you knocked Hermione? What then! What if I had been injured, what good would that have been to the pack! Next time stay out of it!"

As the two argued back and forth the failed to notice that three students and three teachers were making there way over to them. The three teachers where none other than Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape.

It was Razor who noticed them first and he alerted Harry with a small movement of his head. Snapping his head around Harry noticed what was happening when it was almost too late. Turning around to face Razor the look in his eyes was enough to say 'lets go, now". Taking one last look at his friends and teachers Harry used all of the experience he had and moved like the wind.

As Harry and Razor ran as fast as they could they found themselves also dodging spells that were being fired at them. The spells stopped as they reached the cover of the forest.

Hermione watched as the wolf and human looking thing ran towards the forest and couldn't help but think that the eyes and voice was so familiar. She watched with a look of sorrow in her eyes. She never saw the green eyes looking right back at her.

Harry watched the people he cared for walk out of his life once again and was only brought back from his musings by a sharp nip on the leg by Razor. He wasn't pleased that much was obvious. It was going to be a long afternoon for Harry.

Author's Note/

Hey guys, im really sorry that it took so long for me to update. Hopefully you can forgive me. I cant reply to directly to your reviews and for that im sorry, but id like to thank all those who did review.

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