Emma and Dan recoiled, gaping at the flaming, humanoid wolf standing before the two, looking like a lost pup. They inhaled deeply, swallowed, and smiled at Rupert.

"It's only that? We thought it was something more serious!" Dan said chuckling.

"It's all right, Rups, sorry we didn't believe you earlier. Know we are here, and we are your friends." Emma said with a bright smile, rubbing his furry arms.

"Buut I'm a werrewoulf!" barked the young wolf rather annoyed.

"Who cares? You are still Rupert. If you had been bornt big and hairy, and suddenly changed into a hairless monkey it wouldn't have changed much, now would it?" Dan said with a big grin on his lips.

"Thanks... guuys!" Rupert said visibly emotioned.

The werewolf passed both paws around his friends and hugged them tightly, almost crying at the few moments of relief he was feeling inside his heart. He would not be with them forever, they would lead a completely different life than he wished, but they were good friends.

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Harry ran across the dark corridor. He turned right and penetrated a narrower corridor, and right again and he was next to those strange, secluded rooms. The boy glanced about with curiosity, taking peeks at the shut down rooms. The doors were thick and hard, and the rooms were situated next to the stony walls, so they lacked windows.

"This is a prison!" thought Harry, he was visibly shocked and ashamed.

"Ron?" he called, the moon hadn't risen still.

"Harry?" a muffled, weak voice said from the other side of the corridor, it was the last door.

Harry ran towards him and leaned against the door, placing both hands on the thick, wooden object.

"Ron, I know it was Malfoy, I know it wasn't you, I'm so sorry Ron!" Harry gasped with an strangled voice, feeling completely ashamed at his reaction towards Ron.

"It's ok, I'm afraid Harry. I've never lost control like this before!" the werewolf boy exclaimed, gasping at a wave of pain that shot through him.

"Don't worry, I understand, animagi loose control too. Can you come out?" Harry asked, smiling bitterly at the prison.

"It's locked, key locked, but when the sun sets a spell is activated so I can't come out in case I shapeshift." Ron explained grupily, "I was right all along, I can control it... except when the ferret is around."

"Step away, I'm going to try open it." Harry said drawing out his wand and pointing it at the thick, murky door.

"Perhaps not." Said a terribly calm voice with a satisfied sneer.

Harry was momentarily distracted. He looked at his right to glance at the newcomer that had discovered where he was. Harry gasped with terror at the terrible vision before him. The claws were like knives, and the fangs like blades. His eyes were a cold, silver colour, which glowed in the dark with a twinkle of satisfaccion.

"Malfoy..." growled Harry pointing his wand at the wolf.

"Harry? Harry!" Ron pounded on the door upon hearing the spoken words.

"You are next!" the werewolf growled with a satisfied smirk.

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, firing the spell at the white ghost.

Draco spent no second. The white wolf pounced on the green eyed boy, evading the curse which only touched him briefly on the right shoulder. Claws and fangs craving blood, the mad look in his eyes, it was terrifying. A claw came down over Harry, and the boy was sent backwards, and slammed against the stone wall, where he gasped. Draco smirked, he would play with his prey, enjoy and make him suffer.

"HARRY!" Ron howled fearfully.

In a desperate attempt, the young red head raced towards the door and slammed his bulk on it. It didn't even tremble at his weight, actually his achy bones screamed in protest at that movement. Ron gasped, caressing his shoulder, and saw claws already formed, as well as red fur hanging from his forearms.

"There is no way my human self can shatter that door!" Ron thought, "And it will be locked after dusk, it's worth a try." The boy deduced determined to save Harry.

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Hermione was laying on her bed, reading a book, glancing past the pages. She was smiling calmly, this was almost the end of it, and the main character discovered that her loved one is someone she knew long ago, just that he is a lot younger. The way she discovered it was by glancing at his eyes, those beautifully clear, aqua blue eyes, which glimmered in the night. Those handsome eyes staring at her with so much love, with so much care, those loving green eyes.

"It's HIM!" Hermione gasped, dropping the book to the floor, which closed, engulfing the story.

The girl stood up from her bed, got dressed with the first things she got from the wardrobe, a black T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. She raced outside, mounted on her black Hyundai Getz and started the motor. The wheels screeched on the pavement as the car raced through the night. It was full moon, and somehow Hermione had a terrible feeling twirling in the pit of her stomach. The shadow car vanished into the darkness, the only thing visible where the lights.

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Star neighed and collapsed on the ground of his stall. He felt a pain on his chest, on his back, and his legs buckled under his weight. The breathing was becoming difficult, and fear began to strangle him with cold, icy hands.

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Malfoy smirked, walking towards Harry on his four legs, pacing calmly and licking his lips, enjoying every moment of it. Harry was siting on the ground gripping his chest, and struggling to breathe. The impact against the wall had been hard, and the impact on his chest had been brutal, hence his lungs were still recovering.

"You will pay for all my dad's going through!" the werewolf growled with a crazed look on his eyes.

"Nou, he wouunt!" growled a third voice that was to join the duo.

The sound of crashing, shattering wood. Malfoy's body was sent sideways when a reddish blurr pounced upon him, dragging the white wolf off balance. Ron stood up looking brave and threatening, he stood in front of Harry's fallen body, and was baring his fangs at the other werewolf. Malfoy blinked and stared at him, he emmited a low growl and trotted off towards the exit. With a howl, Ron trotted after him on his four.

"No, RON!" Harry yelled gathering the strength through fear for his friend, extending a hand a if trying to stop him.

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Star was laying on the ground, shaking his head disoriented, as if he had just fainted. Hermione arrived at the stall, rapid and almost worried. Star glanced upwards thankfully, and Hermione tore open the metal door and pounced on the horse with anguish worry.

"Harry, you are Harry Potter, right?" Hermione demanded, worried but almost furious.

Star looked sideways, avoiding her gaze. She knew, how, he ignored, but she knew, and she knew of his feelings for her, but that was not important now, Ron was in danger. Star stared at her and neighed softly, yet urgently.

"Oh Harry..." she sighed letting her head fall, shaking it weakly, "Why didn't you tell me?" she told herself.

Star neighed softly again, yet more urgently, and began to nudge at her hand with his muzzle. Hermione looked up at the boy more intently, and glanced into those deep, brown eyes that had that green twinkle in them. She knew something was wrong, she could see it in his eyes, she could see the urgency of his manners. She had known him for the past seven years and knew how he worked.

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Harry stood up and raced outside. He leapt over the fallen and destroyed door and made his way, almost blindly, across the dark, murky corridor. The young Potter ran outside, the main entrance's doors were wide open, rather violently considering the bump one of the wooden surfaces had. Harry leapt outside in time to find the two werewolves trashing about the ground. Red and white, here and there, like a dancing flame. Fangs sank here, claws slashed there, the two creatures grwoled and barked.

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"But what is wrong?" Hermione inquired worriedly while trotting across the sandy paths.

"Malfoy is a werewolf, he's tried to kill me and Ron is fighting him. I don't have a good feeling about this." Star told Hermione with worry.

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Ron was intertwined in a deathly hug with the other werewolf. Draco Malfoy was smaller, but Ron was more inexperienced. This werewolf knew his way around that form very well, which made Ron know Draco had been a werewolf for a long time. The red wolf pounced on the silver white one and threw him to the ground. Ron yelped lightly, feeling a punturing pain on his stomach. However he ignored it and Ron's fanged mouth sank on the furry, white neck. Draco gurgled a weak whimper as Ron's mouth filled with sour, metallic blood.

The white wolf's shape went limp. Ron stood up and stared at Harry, there was a light regret glinting in the brown eyes when the youth garou stared at his best friend. The wolf rubbed his lips clean and whimpered lightly at Harry. The young boy approached the wolf with a sigh of relief, but stopped a few paces from the red wolf. Terror filled his eyes as he looked at Ron's stomach.

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"No, no, no..." Star whispered softly, feeling weak and dizzy again.

"What? What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked feeling alarmed.

"It's Ron, I think he's dieing!" Star moaned sadly, worriedly.

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As Harry looked down, to the furry stomach, Ron reacted equally and looked at his belly as well. There was crimson blood pouring from it, staining the reddish fur and flowing profusely. There, stabbed right in the middle, probably cutting some important vein, was a glinting object. As Ron pulled it out with a gasp, he saw it was a blade, a small, sharp knife.

"Silver..." Ron whimpered alarmed when he realized it was one of those knives they used in potions.

The werewolf looked at Harry and shrugged. His legs bent under his weight, and the flaming figure collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely, wounded with silver. Harry raced towards him and pulled the silver from under his paw, where it had landed. He made the wolf turn around to land on his back, only so he could look at his wound and try to heal it.

"Silverr wouunds doun't heal easeely..." Ron gasped, his voice amazingly weak in such short time.

"No, you'll heal!" Harry protested, taking out his wand and trying to use several healing charms he knew. None worked.

"Silverr is a venoum, Harry, and this time nout eeven a bezouar can save mee..." Ron barked weakly, his voice fading by the moment.

"No, you are not leaving, Ron, you can't leave me..." desperate, Harry began to sob, tears streamed down his cheeks profusely.

"I... I've been dreaming, Harry..." Ron said with a saitisfied smile, "I'm gouing tou Herrmiounee!" there was excitement and hope in his weakkened voice.

"No... no... Ron." Harry whimpered gripping his hand, crying harder, more profusely, as hope seemed to slip through his fingers.

Ron smiled one last time, and his body went limp. Harry lowered his head and felt tears falling in rivers through his cheeks. He was alone, his two best friends were gone, and he could never escape the magic world because he was part of it. Strange enough, while Star knew os his existence, he ignored the other side of magic, he ignored the reality that was part and apart from this dream.

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"He's dead..." Star confirmed, staring at Hermione seriously, yet also looking at her understandingly.

Hermione lowered her head and pressed it against Star's white shoulder. Star's head rested on Hermione's shoulder. The two horses stood there, grieving for a few minutes, remembering, saddened, mourning their loss.

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That September Hermione was attending to her very first day of school. WW university was to be one of the world's most prestigious magic universities, and Hermione was just lucky to be attending to it. Summer had been more tranquil than that terrible month in which many things had happened, from Star's friendship to Ron's death. She knew nothing of what could have happened to the werewolf, and Star knew little as well, for he had been taken by his family and he knew no more. Harry refused to attend, he had already said good bye.

Hermione shook her head, after all, the magic wolrd is just a dream, or is it? She was to discover much about it during her career, Political Science. Hermione was happily doodling in her notebook while waiting for the proffesor to come. She was so concentrated on the picture of a wolf that she failed to hear the person entering the room and closing the door behind, to situate itself behind the desk.

"Welcome class, I am proffesor Remus Lupin!" barked a happy voice from the other end of the classroom.

Hermione looked up ecstasiated. There he was, it was really him, it was Remus Lupin. She smiled at the proffesor, and the young studing swore he had winked at her, which made her terribly happy. He remembered her, he knew her, and that made her not only hopeful, but happy.

"Good afternoon, proffesor." Hermione said politely walking out of the class.

"Good afternoon, Hermione." The proffesor said with a smile, which prooved to the youth that, sure enough, he knew who she was, for she never mentioned her name in class.

That would be an interesting year, and it was to grow more interesting as an apparition flashed before her eyes. The flaming hair, the young features, the pale face. The boy kept glancing at the sky with worry, kept checking his watch for control of the hour. As he passed next to Hermione, the boy's eyes flashed with recognition, with a slight doubt as if the girl was somewhat familiar to him. Hermione smiled at him, placed her hand inside her pocket and dropped a piece of parchment, her eternal companion.

The boy saw the parchment falling from her pocket. He bent over and grabed it before the crowded corridor destroyed it with the stomping of hundreds of feet. The boy unfolded it and read to himself. His eyes glittered, his mouth gaped, realization leaked inside his brain.

"You taught me how to live. I'll never forget you." Read the parchment.

"Hermy?... It was real." The boy whispered to himself.

He glanced over the sea of head, over the flow and flood of people that walked back and forth without worry, without care. She was gone, vanished like always from his life. Not this time, not any more. He had lost her once already, he would not loose her any more. Glancing at the setting sun, the boy ignored the fact that it would be night in a matter of minutes. The boy began to race across the corridors, elbowing people to toss them aside.

The boy, after a few insults and bad faces, and several pushes, reached the edge of a staircase. He gazed around, and there it was, the bushy hair flowing towards the library, how typical. No, she would not evade him this time, he would grip her so hard she could never again slip past his fingers like hazy mist.

"HERMIONEEEE!" the boy bellowed, pleading she would turn around.

She did.

Hermione turned around and stared at the boy oddly, but also funny, and delighted. The red headed raced down the stairs, fixing his eyes on the slender figure. Once he had reached her, breathless and tired due to the frantic race, the boy looked up and smiled. Oh dear, she was as beautiful as he remembered, and he didn't doubt she would be as smart and hard worker as she was back at Hogwarts.

"Who are you?" Hermione questioned, though she had that hopeful feeling, she pleaded to hear the answer from his lips.

"My... my name is Rupert Grint!" Rupert gasped, gripping his stomach as he had suddenly felt a pang of pain, "But I think I'm Ron Weasley!" he said looking at her with a weak smile.

"Ron..." Hermione said with a smile.

Both children hugged tightly, their arms embraced each other with a grip that threatened to be locked forever. Suddenly, Rupert gasped more sharply, and his whole body tensed under Hermione's touch.

"You still inherited the werewolf?" Hermione questioned with a smile.

"I'm afraid so..." Rupert groaned annoyed.

"I'll go with you." Hermione said with a smile, and passed an arm across his waist.

Rupert seemed grateful. With a vast smile, he was lead outside by the young female student, outside to a fun, to a living, to the life both of them deserved, both of them had fought to gain.

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The spring air was fresh, and the sun threatened to become hot during midday. Rupert inhaled a deep breath, he was nervous, and he was also excited. The boy looked at Hermione and smiled reassuringly at her.

"Are you ready?" he questioned nervously.

Hermione nodded animatedly, tossing her head up and down.

"Good, lets go then." Rupert said climbing on her back and grinning nervously, he patted the neck and sat very stiff and straight.

"Next, debuting for the first time on the jump field, Ronald Weasley and Wisdom Blaze!" the comentator's voice boomed across the competition field.

"Good Luck, Hermy!" neighed Star.

"Thanks, Harry." Hermione said with a joyful neigh.

The chestnut mare galloped into the field, the competition had started once Ron (as he had changed his name) bowed a salut to the judges. The two contestants fled off, the first jump, the race started. The race to live, the race to enjoy, the race to their lives. For the three friends had discovered how to live a life.

The End.

AN: Ok, this is finished, I've got a Sirius Hermione in plan. It's going to be called Serious Misplace. It'll be about Sirius landing in the future, then him and Hermione falling in love, while Ron ins jealows and all that. It'll have a stunning end, like usually.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed my story.

Special Thanks to all of you.

OnlyTimeWillTell: For being the one who reviewed the most, my most faithful reader.

Rumpleteaze: For being the very first one to review, and being another faithful reader.

LilithJasmin: For reading the first three chapters, and being confused.

Lizzi bat-lyons: For threatening me if I didn't continue writting.

Thanks a lot to all of you!