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Hermione and Luna sent another Patronus to Kingsley explaining the situation to him and asking him to put out a call for volunteers. To say he was displeased was an understatement but he succumbed to their wishes and within an hour they had a list of names. Hermione read them out to Luna to confirm they had everyone written down.

"Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Angelina Johnson, Paravati Patil, Astoria Greengrass, Tonks, Penelope Clearwater, Fleur Delacour and Gabrielle Delacour." Hermione cringed at the name of the young girl. Luna nodded to indicate that was all the females.

"And then if Draco will consider it, George Weasely and Theo Nott because their partners have indicated they will turn," Hermione spoke with trepidation. She felt bad for these men as George was dating Angelina and Theo was dating Astoria and so they didn't want their partners mating with other werewolves to the point where they had volunteered themselves as well.

"Alright I guess we should go let them know then," Hermione stated. Luna agreed and so they headed back to the main tent.

"Ah, do you have the list?" Draco asked politely.

Garner looked on in interest whereas Ginny looked like she wished she could be anywhere other than the place where she was going to hear which of her friends would dedicate their lives to this pack. 'Yes, we do, I'll hand it up to you." Hermione stated, trying to muster her air of authority once again. She walked up to the desk ad placed the letter down in front of Malfoy. His hand brushed hers as he went to grab the paper and she witnessed Draco visibly shiver. His jaw locked hard and he pulled away from her.

Hermione was confused at the strangeness of his actions but didn't question him. She took a step back and waited. Draco smirked at the first name on the list but did not comment on it. His eyes slowly made their way down the page and then he looked at Ginny. "As a woman who survived the change could you have a look and tell me who you think wouldn't be strong enough for the change," Draco asked her softly, obviously sensing her distress.

Ginny sighed but nodded. "Yes Alpha, she replied. Accepting the paper from him and reading. Her face was pulled into a grimace as she read. "Penelope Clearwater wont survive the change. She's too soft," She spoke through gritted teeth. Hermione looked at Luna in panic hoping there weren't to many more that Ginny would deem unfit. "And Gabrielle Delacour is too young for the change but she would survive it when she comes of age," She commented, "That's all," she finished, placing the paper back down in front of Draco.

"Um, I know it's a lot to ask of you Alpha but would consider adding two males to your pack?" Luna asked with her head bowed in a submissive stance. Draco considered her for a second before answering.

"There are men who want to join even though they don't want to?" he asked curiously.

"The two men I'm referring to have had their partners volunteer and want to turn with their partners," Luna explained. A look of sadness crossed Draco's face at Luna's words before it disappeared and his stoic expression returned.

"Of course, they can join, I see no problem with that given the amount of females you have offered here. We would also like to request wands so that we can serve the order to our fullest capabilities," He stated casually. Hermione knew that Draco was aware that because they were part of the Order now, the Order would do anything to aid them in their battles.

"Of course," Hermione answered.

"Go tell Kingsley and tell him to bring the women and the two men tonight if possible, it will be a full moon tonight which means the transformation will be the easiest, fastest and least painful tonight,' Draco spoke with a finality in his voice. Hermione nodded and she left with Luna to go inform Kingsley.

They were terrified. Hermione knew it was going to be painful and testing and that she may not even make it, but she knew they had no choice. Luna, the others who had volunteered and herself were waiting in a tent just big enough to accommodate them all and Hermione could sense the fear throughout the room. It was quiet but everyone was sitting huddled up with others, murmuring words of reassurance in each other's ears. Ginny entered the tent suddenly and her eyes instantly found George's. George's eyes became watery, but he stayed put and grit his teeth while he maintained eye contact with her.

Ginny ripped her eyes from George and found Hermione. "We are ready for you," she stated with a grimace. Hermione nodded at the others and everyone who hadn't been standing rose to their feet and followed her and Ginny. They arrived at a small stone building. Inside are cell like rooms. We have to cage each of you in one because you will be uncontrollable on your night of change. The change for the boys will be fairly quick and we will be able to release them by tomorrow night. The women will take three days at least. If you take longer than three days, then there's a chance you won't make it and, in that case, we usually wait and extra day or two before killing you to hasten the death.

Hermione kept her face stoic, as sis Luna who already knew this based on the werewolf lore she had read. The other females looked horrified. Hermione turned to them. "You were all picked because you were the best of the best. You all have what it takes to withstand the change. Do not give in, the minute you do you will lose the battle. You have to fight to stay here and not cross into the afterlife, do you understand?" Hermione spoke in her usual commanding tone that calmed most of them as they were used to her giving the orders on missions and such.

Hermione turned back to Ginny and nodded, she followed her into the building which after you went through the flap that served as the door, was just a hallway with stone cells on either side of the hallway. Hermione walked straight into the first one and everyone followed her example and walked into a cell. Ginny said she would begin the biting in 10 minutes. She left, no doubt to update Draco before beginning. The cells each had 3 stone walls and one wall that was metal bars so as to communicate with others. Hermione was directly across from Luna and in the cell next to her was George and the cell next to Luna was Angelina. That was as far as Hermione could see. Ginny returned with Draco who stood just inside the entrance whilst Ginny walked down to the end cell.

Without warning Ginny began. There were no screams as Hermione had anticipated. Just a loud "OW!" followed by panting and groaning.

"The initial bite leaves you feeling drowsy and you usually fall unconscious pretty quickly," Draco explained, approaching her cell slowly.

Hermione watched as he entered her cell, she backed up against the back wall and he followed until a person wouldn't have been able to fit in between them. "Have you forgotten about a little thing called personal space?" asked Hermione. She tried to act confident but really, she was feeling very nervous about the lack of space he was giving her.

"I'm going to bite you," He explained casually, with a smirk.

"Wh-what? But Ginny-"Hermione stuttered.

"Ginny's biting the others, but I wanted to bite you," He spoke slowly, staring into her eyes with his storm grey ones.

She couldn't understand why he wanted to bite her. Was it because his bite would make her a different werewolf to Ginny's bite? Was he trying to make her some kind of leader? Was he trying to make her weaker somehow? "I thought that the werewolf who bit you didn't matter, that it was all the same result anyway?" She breathed airily, distracted by his proximity.

"Well then this shouldn't be a problem," he spoke with another one of his trademark smirks. It was kind of sexy, did Hermione think it was sexy? No, it should be irritating. Was it just his body that was intoxicating or his proximity? Hermione's head was spinning. "Unless your afraid?" Draco teased.

Hermione snapped back into reality. Her Gryffindor spirit rose out of her before she could reign it in. "I'm not scared of you, go on then do it," she spoke venously. Draco grinned and placed a hand on her shoulder and another on her neck. He leaned in and when his nose was a centimetre from her neck he inhaled deeply. Hermione shivered and closed her eyes. His lips found her neck and she felt a jolt of lightening down her back from the contact.

Then he bit her. She flinched slightly but otherwise didn't react. He licked the spot he bit, and she felt her skin start to heal and then she stumbled. Draco caught her and placed her down on the small bed that was in each cell. Then everything went black.

Hermione woke in a fever in the dead of night. She could hear all the moans of pain around her, echoing within the stone walls. She turned her head to see Luna curled upon her side on her bed panting. Hermione dragged herself off of the bed and crawled over to the bars. "Luna," she croaked through dry lips, Luna popped her head up and saw her. She maneuvered herself similar to Hermione until she too was at her bars.

"Hermione are you okay?" Luna whispered.

"I think so, I feel like I'm on fire and I'm struggling to stay conscious, everything's kind of coming in and out of focus for me," she whispered back.

"Good, that's what supposed to happen, I went through that about an hour ago, now I'm just in pain, like needles sticking into me all over my body," Luna responded. Hermione didn't' think she was exaggerating. Luna had been tortured before and withstood it like no one she had ever met. Luna had a very high pain tolerance which explained why she was merely panting instead of moaning or screaming.

"I went through that an hour ago, Now I just keep getting random sharp pains in random areas, they come and go," George spoke from Hermione's right. Hermione tried to see into Angelina's cell, but it was dark and she couldn't see her.

Hermione fought to stay conscious, but she couldn't manage it. She slowly slid to the floor and everything went black again.

Hermione woke in a daze, at least she thought she was awake. Flashes of the ceiling of the cell became visible between flashes of red. She was panting, she could feel he sweat all over her body. She groaned, another flash, this time of blood. She could hear whimpering coming from her cell next to hers. Who was that she thought absently. She couldn't remember where she was. All she could think about was the flashes, and the pain. Her body felt like there were knives needling their way into her skin all over her body. She could hear screams from somewhere in the block of cells. The screams were so oud, louder than normal, overwhelmingly loud. Hermione covered her ears with her hands and her eyes pricked at the pain from her body and the pain her ears were experiencing from the screaming.

"Shut up!" she screamed in a strangles voice. "Please," she whispered. Another flash of blood trickling in between tiles on a floor. "No," she whispered, "God no."

Another flash of broken bodies laying on the ground. She gritted her teeth her mouth watered, and the reaction made her feel sick. Another flash, Ginny's body, lying on her side at the bottom of the stairs, broken with her hair covering her face, there was just so much blood. Hermione hurled herself off the bed sideways and lunged for the bucket before spewing whatever food she had in her system into the bucket. For a second her head cleared, and she could hear others crying, begging, screaming, moaning and vomiting.

Where am I? she thought before feeling violent shakes take over her body. She curled up on the floor and tried to bear the pain and the shakes, sometimes letting out a small whimper or two. She didn't know when but at some point, she blacked out again because now Hermione awoke in the same cell but there were leather bands around her arms and legs that were connected to the bed by a small chain.

"Wh-What?" she stuttered, still not completely conscious.

"It's for your own safety," a voice from her side came through the bars. She could sense it was a pained voice. She turned to see George. "Me and Theo finished our transformation about 4 hours ago. This part is the hardest and the longest. You will likely experience this part until tomorrow night," he looked at her with real tangible pain in his eyes. His eyes kept darting to the cell diagonal from hers but then came back to Hermione's.

She remembered somehow that she had chosen to do this to herself. "What… happens.. now?" She managed to croak out.

He looked at the ground of her cell for a minute before sighing and returning his gaze to her. "The delusions. Most hurt themselves which is why you're strapped down. It's a bit like the Cruciatus curse but without the physical pain. Instead you will relive the worst moments of your life and play out your darkest thoughts. Just remember Hermione, they're not real. Don't give in." He chocked out the last bit through gritted teeth. George was obviously getting really emotional. Hermione's eyes rolled around lazily, she could barely keep focus on anything.

"Please Hermione, I lost my family. You're all I got left." He whispered before everything went black again.

Hermione screamed for what felt like the 500th time. Her throat was so sore but never ceased to make sound. There she was again, Bellatrix sitting atop her, carving into her flesh, cackling manically. She tried to hold onto consciousness but again she slipped away. She woke up on the grounds of Hogwarts. She was lying in a random hallway on the third floor. She picked herself up and suddenly noticed the bodies that laid here and there. All broken and mangled. Friends, strangers, house elves, teachers, the list went on and on.

"No, no, no, not this, not again," she moaned quietly. As soon as one nightmare faded, another began. Sometimes the same one's, sometimes different ones. She walked down the hallway, averting her gaze from the bodies and rounded a corner. She relaxed as the next hallway was empty. She still walked cautiously, having learnt from the war to never relax until you were certain you were out of harms way. She heard a voice, a woman's voice. She couldn't identify it as it sounded broken and strangled, this woman was crying, she was begging and pleading from what Hermione could make out of her sobs. She quickened her pace and rounded the corner to see the silhouette of a man in black robes standing over a small frightened girl who had curled in on her self and was backed into a corner on the floor. She was covered in dirt. Hermione grit her teeth and raised her wand at the man.

"Hey, leave her alone," her voice boomed into the empty corridors. The man slowly turned ad as he did his face slowly morphed into that of Fenrir Greyback. Hermione felt the shock sine through on her face, she stumbled back half a step, her hand shook but she held her stance, jutting her chin out in defiance.

"Hermione?" the girl asked in the voice of someone choking back tears but who was also hopeful.

Hermione looked at the girl closer, "Luna?" she asked incredibly. It was the Luna she went to school with. She had smudged of blood all over and Hermione felt her self get very sick. She looked back at Fenrir only to see his face morph into a sickening grin before his hand that had been behind his back shot a silent killing curse at Luna. Her body fell slack like that of a puppet who'd had it's strings cut.

"No!" Hermione yelled in a strangled voice. Her wand never wavered from Fenrir even as he swung his wand up to point at her. They slowly starting circling, locked in some kind of deathly dance.

"You think you can make it as a werewolf? You. You want to be part of my pack? You will be broken. You will not be able to do anything for them. You think you can help them? You can't even help your friend," Fenrir spat as he kicked Luna's foot for emphasis.

Hermione swallowed her feelings as she was apt at doing these days and her usually stoic expression came back to her. Fenrir's grin faltered as he saw the change. "You think I'm going to be scared of you because you killed a defenseless little girl?" She spat at him, the disgust clear in her voice. "I have done things you can only imagine of doing. I know I will survive the change. Do you want to know why?" she asked him in a condescending tone.

His jaw twitched in anger. "Pray, tell me how you, one little pathetic witch, will survive one of the most painful transformations of all time?" he asked.

"Because," Hermione paused, " She stopped circling and he did too. Cocking his head to the side, a smirk on his face, listening for her answer. "I've been through worse," Hermione growled in a low, menacing voice. She dropped her wand.

Fenrir stumbled back in confusion, he froze as he saw her scream out a guttural roar and lunge at him with her already changing hands, transforming into claws.

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