It had been around a fortnight since Hermione left Hogwarts for the summer holidays. On the train, people walked across it somewhat faster when she was around. And there was of course the same 1st years trying to get photos of her, which got old fast. Hermione settled in to her compartment and watched the scenery turn from rural Scotland to urban England as the train approached Platform 9 ¾. She walked over to her parents, who then drove her home.

Home life wasn't much different. All that really changed was that Hermione seemed to have all her food raw, so whenever dinner was cooked, there was always some sausages or steak left away from the cooker, pink as they could be.

"Poor girl. Isn't it almost the full moon. I knew those wizards would get her into trouble…" Mrs Granger groaned. She watched as Hermione shredded a her raw steak like it was made of cream, and then slowly ate her vegetables. The sight weirded the Grangers out, but they thought nothing of it afterwards, and their minds were now back on John Major, as they had been complaining about him at most family dinners. Hermione thanked her parents for the meal, and went up to her room.

The room was decorated with both posters for Muggle entertainment and Gryffindor merchandise. Near her bedside was a computer that she rarely used, her wand, a bed for her cat, Crookshanks, a bookshelf with all her Hogwarts books, and a reading lamp. Other than that, her room was rather normal but somewhat neat.

She laid on her bed, twisting and turning. An owl arrived at her window containing the Evening Prophet. She put the money in the owl's bag, took the paper, and thanked it. She flipped through the pages. Peter Pettigrew sighting. An old Muggle Studies professor dying. An article about her. The Quidditch World Cup. Another article about her. Umperius Collonite celebrating his 199th birthday. Yet another article about her.

She flipped through the pages until she found the astronomy section. Jupiter was particularly bright, yet Uranus was mysteriously dim. The moon phases were shown below the article about Jupiter and Uranus, with the following night being the full moon. Hermione had been unsure whether to feel scared or excited for this event, settling on a mix of the two. It was almost dusk, so Hermione walked up to her restraining chamber in the attic. It looked like the inside of a mental asylum, with metal restraints, a fenced area, and a leg of lamb that smelled funny.

She used the key to open the fenced off area, walked in, shut the gate behind her, and stripped until she was entirely nude. Her clothes lay in a pile just outside the fenced area, and there was a window installed to let moonlight through. The restraints instantaneously locked themselves around Hermione as she picked them up. She was now chained to the wall, looking at herself in a mirror on the left side of the attic. Currently, all that was there was simply a 14 year old girl in the nude staring in boredom reflected in it.

However, that would all change when the moonlight passed the Granger household and shone through the window. She felt a burning sensation as hair began to grow in places that seemed unusual to her, and her nails were growing to accommodate claws. Hermione, not having experienced anything painful yet, didn't take much notice of it, mostly just licking her paws/claws/hands while watching for anything strange that would happen.

Then, a spark of pain hit her like a lorry as her bones began to change shape. She screamed and screamed, but a Silencing Charm had been placed on the room, so nothing could be heard to the house's Muggle occupants downstairs. Her face no longer looked like the beautiful, sweet Hermione Granger, but of a ferocious beast with a snout and bared teeth. As the transformation finished with her new tail growing, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror. She had brown fur, dark coloured eyes, and looked like something you'd find at a zoo. Of course, this thing used to be her, and would soon be so again. She escaped the restraints, and wandered around the fenced area. She ate the lamb, but felt sick and threw it up. She had many thoughts going on in her head.

"This is weird."

"I really need to get my bearings with these legs…"

"If only I had meat that wasn't rotten…"

"This is weird, but somewhat cool."

"I should be going on a hunt."

"Oh no, Hermione the wolf, you aren't doing that. We're in Muggle territory."

"Shut up, human."

"How could I open this window?"

"Don't even think about it."

Of course, Hermione's wolf personality tried opening the window much to her human personality's anger. It tried picking up the key. It couldn't pick stuff up. It tried bashing the window. It would not shatter. Eventually, the wolf used all of her strength to pull the window latch and, surprisingly, it opened. Hermione jumped down and landed on all fours. She ran into the woods just outside of the suburbs, and began to explore.

She recalled many memories from childhood whilst eating squirrels that were unlucky enough to cross Hermione's path. How she played tag with her Muggle friends. When she went on her first bike ride within the forest. Hermione felt free, and free was good. Maybe escaping wasn't such a bad idea after all?

Suddenly, a wizard passed through the woods. Hermione listened for any speech coming from the man she had heard walking by. It was a random wizard wandering around in an attempt to find Boggarts. Hermione had found a few Boggarts by accident while wandering through before, but mostly ignored them.

The man mumbled and waved his wand about whilst wandering the woods. Whilst he was banishing a boggart, Hermione had an idea that her two minds disagreed on.

"This is the perfect opportunity. I can easily bite him while he's preoccupied with that Boggart," Hermione thought to herself. "No, don't even think about it," she also thought to herself. Evidently, her first though sprung into action as she lunged at the wizard, biting him on the leg and scratching his face. The man got up and fired a string of spells at her, which she all outran. After realizing how bad such a decision was, she jumped on top of her outside fence, bounced into her restraint room, and cried herself to sleep. By the time morning came, nothing but a scared and nude girl remained, still in the fetal position.