Hermione awoke feeling great. She took her usual morning shower, spent a few minutes disciplining her hair, and got dressed for another day at work. Upon leaving her room, however, she encountered Harry lying on the ground in shambles. His face was crusted with blood, his clothes were torn, and he was passed out in the middle of the kitchen.

"Harry!" she yelped and rushed over to him. He moaned something unintelligible before attempting to sit up. Opening his eyes, he seemed to be confused. "Harry… what happened to you?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Ugh, well," he started, "I went for a walk and, ugh, ran into some bad company." 'Understatement of the year,' thought Hermione. "Oh, and by the way Herm, its Evan," He said regaining his cocky grin.

Hermione shook her head and would have punched him if she was sure he wouldn't have passed out from it. Helping him to the bathtub, she washed the blood of his face and filled the tub with warm water. "You stay there for a while," she said strictly, taking his clothes and throwing them away.

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Hearing her pace back and forth outside the door, Harry knew he should start washing up. Last night was slowly coming back as he cleaned the dirt and blood from his body. She would want an explanation of course, and why shouldn't he just tell her? It's not like he would have to tell her everything.

The main reason he was here, namely Voldemort, could stay secret. He had run into that little cave escaping the ministry so it would seem to have no relation to the dream that he knew had invaded her sleep last night. How had he been shortsighted enough not to have her take one of those sleeping potions? Oh well, it's not like she would believe the nightmare would come true. At least Harry hoped she wouldn't. He really didn't need to have her buzzing around everywhere worried about the attack.

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"So, what happened," a fierce Hermione demanded. Harry had just finished getting dressed and was in the process of hobbling over to the sofa. Gently sitting down, he tried to find the words to start. "And no lies Mister," Hermione was giving him the I-know-your-thinking-about-lying-to-me look.

"Well, after your nightmare I couldn't get back to sleep so I decided to go for a walk," He began, wondering at how she knew him so well.

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Harry stared up at the crazed magician. Red eyes, tattered robes, and a shaky hand filled his visual perception. The deatheater smelled horrid, like her flesh was decaying. Squinting, he was sure it was a woman; it could be hard to see the faces under those hoods sometimes.

"Get up!" a feminine voice demanded. So it was a lady; her voice cracked with thirst and her body was trembling. Harry slowly complied, raising his body until he was standing at full height. She started to laugh, mumbling bits about how pleased her lord would be, and how he would forgive her. Harry took this as an opportunity to escape.

He dropped to his back, kicking a leg upward to knock the wand out of her hand. Stunned, she fell backward as her wand landed across the room, near the entrance. Harry was back on his feet now and had his wand pointed at her. In the midst of deciding her fate, he heard them. The howls echoed throughout the den, and the dark sorceress looked around quickly, her body tense with fear.

Hearing the beasts crawling down to where they were trapped, Harry tried to teleport back to the city, but then discovered, to his dismay, that the witch had cast an enchantment on him. He dodged the initial werewolf charge, which ended up tearing apart the dark witch that was behind him. The pack of wolves turned toward Harry. There were nine of them, far more then he had ever encountered together before.

For a moment they stood there, growling, and forming a half circle around him with the wall at his back. Harry took a deep breath; this was going to hurt. For a brief moment he wondered if he had been set up, then they were all over him.

They attacked one at a time, with a constant rhythm, there was hardly enough time between slashes and swipes to take a breath. A clawed hand shot toward his head, and he ducked while shoving a powerful leg out of the way. He managed to trick them into attacking each other a couple of times, but no serious damage was ever dealt. All the time he had been evading their assaults he had managed to shift toward the exit.

Harry threw himself through the portal, and managed to grab the witch's wand. Rolling back to his feet, Harry spun around and started firing random curses at the doorway the werewolves were attempting to claw through. Running backward, Harry eventually made it to the forest again. He attempted his teleportation technique once more, but failed. That curse was strong and he hadn't the time to undo it.

As he was sprinting through the forest, Harry could hear the howls behind him getting closer. Knowing he would eventually have to fight the creatures, he decided to pick the spot himself. The wolves were at home in the forest, and they could easily surround him in a clearing. He was losing hope just as an answer came into view. A swamp sprawled out in front of him.

Casting a minor spell, Harry ran across the surface of the greenish, murky water. When he reached one of the small mudded islands, Harry whirled around to see the wolves' approach. As they got to the edge of the water they slowed down significantly. For just a second Harry worried they knew what he was up to, however the wolves began to precede once their noses couldn't detect any danger apart from Harry.

The wolves were slowed wading through the swamp water toward him, growling the whole way. When they were all about waist deep Harry cast a silent charm on the water. Most of the wolves were caught in the freezing murk, but a couple managed to get out before it froze on them. These two monsters charge Harry, while the other seven fiercely tore at the ice encasing their lower halves. Dodging the first wolf, Harry was knocked onto the ice by the second. He slid quite a few meters before coming to a rigid stop at the base of a tree.

He lay there stunned for a moment while the first wolf skidded across the ice toward Harry's resting place. The wolf hungrily gazed upon his prize, picking Harry up and howling toward the moon in thanks. While it was doing this, Harry turned a limb of a tree hanging above him into a sword, caught it, and forced it into the wolf's shoulder. Harry fell back to the ground as the wolf jerked away. At about this time a few of the other wolves were close to getting free.

The wolf that had knocked him down was upon Harry as soon as the other had dropped him. Harry blocked one of the huge clawed hands while the other tore into his side. Gritting his teeth, Harry's sword lit on fire. He slashed at the huge creature's legs, cutting a tendon in one of them. Blood polluted the snow around Harry, mostly from the wolves. On top of all his other problems the enchanted ice was beginning to melt.

Harry stumbled out of the reach of the wolf lying on the ice, and turned to meet the other beast who was standing at its full height, and glaring at the stubborn wizard. It made to pounce on Harry, however, the ice under its left leg gave out and the wolf fell flat on its face. Harry quickly planted the sword it its back, deciding that he had no choice now but to kill them all if he wanted to live. Just as this wolf breathed its last, two others managed to break free of their icy prison. Burning the crawling werewolf near him with his wand, Harry turned to meet the new threat. The wolves slowed for just an instant, weary of the burning emerald eyes that seemed to light up the area.

As any maddened creature, however, their hesitation was only a brief calm on the stormy seas that were their minds. The rest of the beasts were free now, and the seven of them circled Harry, slowly, and just outside the reach of the burning blade. The wolf to Harry's backside suddenly leaped at him. Harry ducked, thrusting the blade upwards and through the creature's mid-section. Before the wolf hit the ground, Harry had cast curses on two others and pinned one more to a tree with the silver sword. Of the two poor creatures with the curses, one of them ripped itself to ribbons as little shards of wood crawled all throughout its body; it passed out from the blood loss quickly. The other wolf was busy fighting off an imaginary assailant, too bad for him that as long as he believed it was real it could hurt him.

The fourth wolf managed to slash Harry across his back before he cursed it. It turned to solid ice and shattered upon impact with the ground. Harry stood now with his bleeding back to a tree and the three remaining beasts in front of him, waiting for any sign that Harry would soon falter. However, Harry loved to disappoint his adversaries. He pulled out the witch's wand and stood with the two wands slowly moving between the three remaining werewolves. There was a howl of rage and pain as the other wolf fell back and pieced its heart on a fallen branch trying to escape its make believe opponent.

Grinning, Harry began firing random curses at the trio before him. He stumbled forward as they fell back and hid. However, the fear of death was a little whisper in these beasts' minds; they suddenly attacked Harry all at once. Only one of the hungry beast made it to him, the other two dead or dieing from curse overdose. The remaining werewolf torn into Harry's chest, shredding the shirt he was wearing and sending a worrisome amount of blood to the ground. The witch's wand had been slashed into quarters, and Harry's own wand now sported a force shield that the creature was slashing at.

The shield was wearing away when Harry felt the witch's spell lift from his body. 'You idiot,' Harry thought to himself, 'you should have destroyed the wand earlier!' Sending the werewolf a goodbye curse, Harry vision started to fail him as his body appeared in Hermione's hallway. Slowly he crawled his way to her door and let himself in. Crawling through the kitchen, Harry passed out.

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"And now I'm here, safe and sound, and in need of healing," finished Harry with a cough.

Hermione's eyes burned into him for a while. She seemed undecided about how to feel. "Well, I'm late for work, when I get back I want to see you still here resting, no more 'adventures' Evan." And she was off.

Harry lay back for a moment and enjoyed the quiet. Then his thought turned toward Voldemort, as they always did. He had learned very little from that den but perhaps the werewolf he paralyzed would still be there, and in human form. If he was lucky, the wolf would know something about Voldemort's plans. Harry stood up, he knew that if he had anymore wounds tonight Hermione would be more that aggravated, but on the other hand he was on the job. It's not like he was going to run into more werewolves. Harry knocked on the wooden counter on his way out just to be safe.

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Here we go, another chapter, exams are over for now so it shouldn't be too much of a wait for the next one. "knocks on wood" I have really got to stop jinxing myself.

Thank you, all my reviewers who seem to have more faith in me than I do. Such as stavros, Luna Rose and the Phoenix Child, Quillian, Hakkai, and Muirnin.