A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #8: Anatomy and physiology - Task #1: Transport of nutrients, oxygen, and hormones to cells throughout the body and removal of metabolic wastes (carbon dioxide, nitrogenous wastes). - Write about someone traveling with something important.
Writing Club November
Showtime: 1 - A Cautionary Tale - (emotion) Pride
Amber's Attic: 35 - (color) violet
Word Count: 416
Hermione held the bag tightly as the car jerked to a stop. She could hear the clinking of the glass inside. She nearly snapped at the driver, but instead, held her temper. She was almost to her destination. Once she got there, she could add the liquidized opaline flowers to the potion and finally, finally, her potion would be complete.
The flowers themselves weren't anything spectacular. They were little white blossoms bloomed in the Spring. They were fairly common in the fields north of the city. What made these special was the fact they'd bloomed under the blue moon, they'd been harvested exactly at midnight, and then immediately liquidized and mixed with werewolf fur. This ingredient would be the catalyst of the potion. If it worked, she was about ninety percent certain it would, she could finally cure Remus, and every other werewolf, once and for all.
The car jerked again and Hermione clutched the bag tighter. She knew better than to cast a cushioning charm on it. She had no idea how the charm would interact with the magic of the flowers. She couldn't risk any outside interactions, this was too important for her, for him, for the whole wizarding world.
She glanced out the window watching the world fly by. She'd opted to travel by car just to be one hundred percent certain no magic touched the vials. Her bag was a strictly Muggle one, no added charms whatsoever.
Finally the car pulled into the curb. She sighed in relief and exited the vehicle. She paid the driver and carefully made her way to her flat. She knew Remus would be over sooner or later, the moment he found out she was back in town. She grabbed the vials from her bag, tossed it aside, and walked as quickly as she safely could to her lab.
The potion had been under a suspension spell. She lifted it and slowly added the silvery violet liquid into the cauldron. It bubbled and silver smoke rose into the air. Hermione's eyes widened as she watched the silver smoke turn a deep purple.
It had worked. It had worked! She quickly bottled the potion, labeling each bottle. A smile crossed her face. She still needed to test it before letting Remus know what she'd done for him, what she'd done for them, but she was now positive she was on the right track. She was going to do it. She, Hermione Jean Granger, was going to cure lycanthropy.