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Summary: Winter Rosa Potter has always been diffrent from people. Being a witch hadn't changed that due to her near death experiences. After nearly dying of hunger due to being forced home during the Christmas holidays in second year, she finds an odd fruit and eats it. She doesn't care if it could kill her, the school hating her and always being alone was already doing that. She was rather surprised to see the results of doing that, but she can't help it if she's happy with it. After all, it gave her what she wanted most in the end and that was enough for her. Fem!Harry. Ministry/Dumbledore/selective!Weasley!Bash!

Pairing: Fem! Harry, Winter/Trafalgar Law

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Chapter Eight

I felt nervous as I led Hermione up to the room I had found yesterday. My mouth felt dry as I moved and I wondered what she would think of me. Boreas curled around my neck and nuzzled my cheek, "Calm yourself. She will love it since that is who you are."

I felt calmer, but as we got closer my fingers twitched. Hermione seemed to notice as we drew closer and gave me a warm smile as she took my hand, "Winter everything will be fine. I'll love anything you show me."

I offered her a nervous smile and nodded as we reached the door. I opened it and slipped inside with Hermione following me. She shut the door as I took off my outer robe. I cough nervously and scratch at the back of my head, "A-alright. I-i guess it's t-time to show y-you."

"Relax," She offered me a smile, "You have nothing to be afraid of since I'll love anything you turn into. You're like my sister after all,"

Warmth filled me at those words and I nodded. With a deep breath, I focused on the image of my wolf form as I bowed forward. A cooling heat settled over me as I began to change. The pain of my transformation was slowly diminishing with each new one, but it still hurt none the less. I saw Hermione eyes widen with slight horror as she heard my bones grind and break. Hector had assured me that in time those sounds would disappear, but it would only happen once my body got used to the transformations much like with the pain. I kept my eyes locked with hers as a small growl escaped me. A deep shudder went through me as the changes progressed. I kept my eyes of Hermione all through out the process until it finished. She stared at me in shock as I slowly rose from my slightly bowed position. I stood over a head taller than her and with time I would only grow bigger. My silky black fur ripped with each movement as frost gathered at my feet. With each breath, a cloud of frost exited my body. Hermione walked forward and I lowered my head without my eyes leaving hers. Her eyes were filled with awe and tiny bit of fear that slowly disappeared as she ran a hand across my cheek. I spoke softly as I leaned into the touch, "You asked and I have shown you. What do you think?"

"I think you look beautiful," She murmured softly, "Your so cold, yet when I touch your fur it's as hot as a sauna. Frost seems to follow you, yet none of it harms me,"

"Nothing of mine will ever harm you," I protest the very thought of it, "You are too precious for me to allow that,"

She smiled and wrapped her arms around me, "You're big enough to ride."

I snicker at her, "Big enough, but I won't let you ride me like a horse."

She giggled before moving away and grabbing the book bag she had with her. I offered her a curious look as I slowly followed her. I smelt the scent of old books and let out a whine of confusion as she pulled out a note book. She giggled at me as she pulled out a book, "I'm going to write down the fact's we know and we'll figure out which of these wolves you are."

I glanced at the book she held and found that it was a book on magical beasts, "'Mione where did you get that?"

"It was on the shelf with all the care for magical creatures books," She answered causing me to give a harmonious hum, "You sound more musical in a bestial way when your in that form,"

I shrug as I plopped down next to her, "Hector said that it's because wolves sing with not with their voices, but with their souls. In order to mirror our souls, our voices must mimic our souls voices. It's why we can sing of our sadness, our longing, our happiness, and our rage. It was the third gift the moon gave us."

"Gifts?" Hermione looked at me curiously.

"Wolves are the first children of the moon, so the moon gave us gifts," I allow my eyes to go to the only window in the room, "The first was our souls. The second our bodies to house our souls. The third our voices to allow our souls to be heard. The fourth was our clever mind to learn and adapt. The fifth was our eyes to see in both light and dark. The sixth our sense of smell so we could know our family and track our prey," I sighed softly, "The rest of it followed until the first wolf was created and sent to earth. Her name was Sita,"

"The first wolf was a girl?" Hermione asked causing me to nod, "When did you learn all of this?"

"Hector taught me that the night after I got my wand," I laid my head on my paws, "He said that everyone should know where their people began,"

"What about humans?" I hum softly at the question.

"Humans were created by the fates and taught by the spirits," I offered the girl a slight shrug, "In truth, I do not know much though in time I will learn,"

She nodded before opening the book, "Alright let's get to the wolf section," She began to flip through the pages, "Let's see Werewolf."

"Nope since I don't feel like going on a rampage to kill everything in sight," She shot me a small glare, "Just trying to help,"

"For all we know, werewolves could just be misunderstood," I shrug lightly.

"Hector said that werewolves are just a lower species of wolf due to their inability to get along with their inner wolf," Boreas flew over from the door and landed on my forehead, "If they can get along with their inner wolf, they become Lycan," I gave the girl a soft look, "They are considered the lowest of the varg,"

"Varg?" Hermione tested out the word.

"It means wolf," I saw her eyes widen in comprehension.

"Oh I see," She turned back to the book, "Let's get back to studying,"

I snort and laid my head on my paws. She rolled her eyes and began to flip through the book once more.

Three hours later

I grabbed Hermione hand and silently pulled my invisibility cloak over us. Filtch passed us by with nary a glance as he made his way towards the room we had just left. We quickly made our way up to the portrait hole and pulled off my cloak as I said, "Wattlebird."

The portrait swung open and we walked inside. We headed upstairs where the other girls were already in bed. I put the cloak away and quickly set about getting ready for bed. Hermione followed my example and soon we were sitting on my bed under a group of silencing charms. I leaned against my pillows as Hermione held the list of things she found in her hand. She looked it over and said, "Okay let's start off. You have frost trailing after your every move."

"And coming from my mouth every time I breath," I add causing her to nod.

"Now that rules out sunwolves, lavawolves, firewolves, earthwolves, and every single wolf species outside of the stormwolves and other northern types of wolves," She said causing me to nod.

"So now what?" I ask.

"Well it gives us a lot of wolves to work with though I don't think you're a storm wolf or anything of that variety," Hermione answered causing me to hum.

"Okay, so what other types of wolves are there?" It had been the question that was bugging me even before I ate that fruit.

Wolves for the most part were my favorite animal. I often spent hours in the library just looking them up. I think I know more about wolves than Hermione knows about books. A chance to learn about more species just added to the reason why I was paying so much attention to Hermione. Wolves in my mind were the best even if they had faults. It just meant they were even better because with every imperfection another layer to them was revealed. In the beginning, I hadn't liked them because they killed, but as I grew older, I realized that sometimes in order to live you had to do bad things. Killing ever since then had become something I acknowledged, but no longer saw as evil. Vernon had been evil, so it was okay for him to die. With that in mind, I listened as Hermione began to list various wolves, "Well there is the Northern Dire wolf, but it's considered the least magical since only it has only displayed minor talents for magic. The next is the Frost fire wolf. They are beings of both ice and fire, but again I don't think you're one," I shrug and listened to her list them until she finished, "Any seem to call out to you?"

"Nope," I shook my head, "Are you sure those are the only wolves you know of?"

"Yup," Hermione groaned softly, "We'll have to go see Hagrid since neither of us can find more information,"

"Let's get to bed," I suggest as I notice how tired she looked, "We can look for more information later,"

She yawned and tried to protest, but went to bed when I reminded her that we had to get up for class in the morning. She scowled at me and asked, "How are you acting mature?"

"I feel like it," I shrug lightly, "Night 'Mione,"

"Night Sister," She murmured sleepily as I froze in shock.

A goofy smile soon spread across my lips as I realized that yes she had just called me that. I felt like jumping up and down in joy over her doing that. I however calmed myself and slipped into sleep.

3 weeks later

I gave Hermione an annoyed look as I walked with her towards the quidditch pitch. Ronald had been annoying both of us for a while. I frowned softly and ran a hand through my hair as I growl, "Why can't I hit him with some kind of Hex?"

"Because you can't get into trouble," She replied causing me to snort.

"But it would get him to stop," I knew I was whining, but damn it that idiot was annoying, "Please let me hex him?!"

"Winter," She gave me an annoyed look, "You can't get a detention until we can figure out where the snake is,"

"'Mione," I groan softly, "If we could somehow figure out where the entrance to the chamber was, I could find out why the basilisk is attacking,"

"But we can't figure it out," I sigh softly.

"If I got detention, I could easily search around the castle while heading back to our common room," She gave me a dark look.

"It would mean you got a lot of black marks on your record," She hissed causing me to shrug.

"So?" I really didn't see how it mattered, "I could easily find a job on the island or just use my status to get people to hire me,"

"Winter it isn't that simple," Hermione protested before sighing and pinching her nose, "I don't want you to be in anymore danger than you already are. You're at just as much if not more risk than the rest of us," She gave me a tired look, "I'm worried about you Winter. I don't want you to get hurt even if I know you'll do everything in your power to keep us safe. I'm scared of losing you,"

I wrap her in a hug and she leaned into me, "I know 'Mione and I'm sorry that I worry you so much. You know as much as I do that I hate doing shit like this, but you know that I can't let stuff happen. I can't let people get hurt when I can do something...I..." I bury my head in her shoulder, "It scares me sometimes just what I'm willing to do. I don't understand why I want to save everyone even if they hate me, but for the love of all that is above I feel that I must. I...I'm scared that one day I'm going to go out to save someone and not come back," I felt tears prick my eyes, "I'm so fucking scared and I don't know why I'm like this...I just want to stop, but I can't."

She stiffened as the words left my mouth and asked, "How long?"

"Since the first week of last year," I croak softly into her shoulder, "'Mione what's going on?"

She seemed even stiffer as the words left my mouth. She grabbed my shoulder and began to pull me towards the direction of the school. She didn't bother telling me what she was doing, but I followed anyway. She tugged me all the way into the hospital wing before pointing towards a bed. I sat down and watched as she walked over to the Matron's office. My head tilted to the side as Madam Pomfrey came out, "Yes Ms. Granger? Is something wrong with Ms. Potter?"

"Madam Pomfrey is there a potion that can make people want to do something that they don't want to?" Hermione asked causing the Matron's eyes to narrow.

"I could name a few, but why do you want to know?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"Because Winter might be suffering from one," Hermione said before listing everything I had told her.

The Matron quickly made her way over to me and began to wave her wand over me. I watched the wand move as she muttered spells that I couldn't quite hear under her breath. She cursed softly and I gaped at her just as she asked, "How long have you been feeling like this Ms. Potter?"

"S-since L-last y-year," I manage to get out in my shock, "S-since the f-first w-week of f-first y-year,"

I knew that I shouldn't be stuttering, but with each word that left my mouth, Madam Pomfrey's eyes darken and she seemed angrier. It scared me and made me feel safe. She walked over to the cabinet off to the side of the room while muttering under her breath. Hermione came to stand by my side and Boreas appeared to curl around my neck. Madam Pomfrey returned with a potion in hand, "Drink this and no complaints."

I took the potion and stared at it for a few moments. It was a bluish green and smelt of lavender. I frowned before downing the potion. It tasted really, really, really bad! Like Luffy's cooking bad...Wait who's Luffy and why is his cooking bad? I frowned at the thought only for pain to swirl in my stomach. I felt a hand on my shoulder and Hermione's panicked question of, "What's happening to her?"

"Potter," Madam Pomfrey ordered softly while making me look up, "If you feel the need to puke, do not hesitate,"

I barely nodded before I felt bile rise up in my throat. I began to puke up the contents of my stomach. It did not taste as good as it had when it was going down my throat. Soon, my stomach was empty, but I still puked up shit. Dark colored liquid like honey continually left my mouth and splattered against the bucket set up in my lap. I don't know how long it took, but in the end I felt like I was going to die. Madam Pomfrey had me lay on my side and Hermione sat next to me worriedly as she held my hand. The doors burst open and the entire Gryffindor team walked in. Most looked pissed off, but the moment they saw me all the anger left them. They hurried over to me and I tried not to flinch at the loud sounds. Hermione silenced them with a single glare as she worried over me. Oliver stepped up and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Before Hermione could answer, Madam Pomfrey bustled over, "Ms. Potter is currently suffering from an unknown potion being purged from her system. She will not be able to play quidditch until I clear her."

The Twins didn't look like they minded nor did the chasers. Oliver looked horrified, but nodded none the less. I closed my eyes as I tried to ignore everything around me. My head hurt way too much at the moment for me to care. It was only when Hermione was about to leave did I open my eyes. She offered me a smile and ran a hand through my hair, "I'll be back in the morning. I'll send a letter to Hector with Hedwig," I gave her a tired nod, "Boreas will watch over you kay?" I nodded softly again, "Get some rest and I'll bring something by tomorrow for you to do if you feel well enough."

"Thanks 'Mione," I manage to croak out.

"No problem," She headed out of the hospital wing.

I watched her go and curled into a ball as Boreas sat on my pillow. He nuzzled the side of my face softly, "We'll figure all of this out."

"I know," I felt tears prick at my eyes, "I'm just worried about 'Mione walking around alone,"

"Do you want me to follow her?" He asked causing me to frown before nodding, "I'll be back once I know she's made it to the Gryffindor common room,"

"Thank you," I whisper as he took off.

I watched him go before curling in on myself. Shivers racked through my body as I laid there. It felt as if I was being poisoned all over again by that bastard Hiro all over again...Wait who's Hiro? I frowned and tried to burrow into my blankets. I know that Luffy pops up in my dreams, but that doesn't explain the name Hiro. What the hell is going on with me?

A short chapter, but alas I am currently really busy. One of my friends got me hooked once again on D. Grey Man and the Hotness that is Tyki Mikk. I will update at least a week from now, but at the current moment I need to get my muse out of me.

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