I couldn't resist. It's been clawing at my brain.
*Throws new story at you*
*Runs off to computer to continue writing*

Enjoy ;)

"Hermione," came a voice from the fireplace in the library of Grimmauld place. She jumped a foot into the air, hovering there for a moment in her fright. Looking at the glowing embers, she saw the face of Kingsley Shacklbolt peering at her. His ordinarily brown eyes glowing red, an image Hermione didn't like.

"Yes, Minister," Hermione said, lowering herself back down onto her sofa.

"Stop with that, I've told you –," Kingsley paused, taking a deep breath. "I need you at the Ministry right now, I'm sorry. Bring Harry if he's there."

Hermione nodded, and before she could fully stand up, she heard the small pop from the fireplace and knew the Minister had left.

Harry didn't ask questions, too used to jumping up and being ready at the slightest need. It wasn't five minutes later when they were flooing directly into the Minister's office.

Kingsley was surrounded by a few of Aurors, the Head of the Department for Magical Law Enforcement, and Percy Weasley.

"Good, thank you for coming so quickly, we've had an attack. The Coltens are dead, including their two young children," Kingsley paused, as Hermione choked back a sob. The Minister met her eyes before he added, "It was werewolves."

Another brutal attack brings the death toll up to thirteen

As many readers know, the Daily Prophet has the most exclusive information on the savage attacks by the new werewolf pack that's roaming the countryside. We've shared owls with the newly named pack leader, a man who goes by the name Cathan Winters and through the many letters, one thing has become clear to the editors here at the Prophet. The Ministry isn't doing enough to protect the public —.

Hermione Granger threw the paper into the rubbish bin without reading the rest of the article. She was fed up with the Prophet and the daily assumptions that the Ministry was sitting on their hands, ignoring the problem with the Winters Pack. It was all her department had been focused on for the last three months, pushing back so many projects, bills, and the creation of new laws, just in the hope that someone could figure out a way to stop the attacks.

They were getting desperate, with Aurors now taking up the charge to try and track down the savage men and women who no longer needed the full moon to create chaos and enjoy murder. Hermione had barely seen Harry and Ron over the last month, with as many extra shifts as they were taking.

It had been two years since the battle, and outside of the four months following the end of the war, when Death Eaters were rounded up and sentenced, the wizarding community had been quiet and on the mend. These new attacks were sparking the same kind of fear the Voldemort had caused. She understood the public's anger, but they were truly doing all they could.

Hermione took a sip of her, now, cold tea before pointing her wand at it to try and warm it up, when there was a knock at the door. On the other side of the opaque glass that said "Hermione Granger, Head of the Sentient Creatures Department," she saw a slight figure.

"Come in," she said, giving her tea another try, pleased when the warmth somehow managed to cool her temper.

Hermione couldn't help but smile as Luna Lovegood walked into her office. Still as peculiar as ever, Luna offered something no one else in the department did, her uncanny ability to sense creatures and understand them. Most of the time, Hermione had to show her the proper names for the creatures they were discussing, but otherwise, Luna was an absolute dream to work with.

"Good morning, Hermione," Luna said in her wistful voice, coming to sit in the chair in front of Hermione's desk.

"Morning, Luna. Would you like a cuppa?" Hermione asked her friend, who shook her head quickly. Luna than pulled out a worn, red book she had been carrying and laid it in front of Hermione, opening it to the page she had marked with her finger.

Looking at Luna, who nodded, Hermione read the passage but had to read it through two more times before she could make sense of the words.

Unlike other magical creatures, the werewolves unique characteristics of living as two species give them both a blessing and a curse. As many know, a werewolf will always answer the call of another lycanthrope. Though some have been said to answer the call of a regular wolf as well. Werewolves also feature a unique attribute that is unique to only these types of wolf, the pack bond.

When a wolf is created, it's sire is now the newly created wolf's Alpha, and all Alphas demand the utmost respect, but this is solidified by the magic that flows through the werewolf person. This respect becomes a compulsion that few can breakthrough. When a wolf does ignore a command from an Alpha, it is considered a challenge, and a fight to the death must occur, with the winner taking control of the new pack. Even more surprising is that a rogue wolf can submit to another pack's Alpha if he allows the Alpha to bite over the existing bite mark of the werewolf.

Hermione closed the book and looked at Luna, who looked solemn. She couldn't help the question as it fell from her lips, "This means?"

"That we have to make a deal with Fenrir Greyback."

To be continued. . .