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I could smell his horrible breath as his teeth sank into my snowy white flesh. My body would curl up in immediate pain as his teeth drew up my blood. And I would just lay there on the cold tiles of the Hogwarts castle floors as I was bleeding out. The werewolf Fenrir Greyback standing over me like he had claimed me, howling to the moon, smirking at me, watching me bleed to death. Watching me suffer a slow and painful death. And as I lay there in a puddle of my own blood, all I could think of was: "I hope my friends will make it without me!"

Apparently somebody had found me on the edge of near death and had taken me to get the care I needed. Or at least most of the care I needed. There was one thing they couldn't do for me and that was cure the lycanthrophy.

When I woke up in the St Mungo's hospital nearly one week after the final battle, my whole room was filled with redheads and Harry. As I opened my eyes I heard a loud sigh of relieve and I heard Harry whisper: " Hermione, I'm so glad you're okay. For a second there I thought I had lost you. I would never have forgiven myself."

"How long have I been out?" I asked after clearing my throat. Clearing my throat didn't really work, I still sounded very husky.

"Nearly one week, dear", Molly answered, "We have been very worried about you."

"There are a couple of things I need to tell you Hermione", Harry said, while he motioned the Weasleys to go outside for a while.

As always, Molly didn't quite see it that way and tried to argue: "Harry, I hardly think this is the time to spray such news on the girl. I think we should wait until she is at least at home with us."

"Molly, I know what I'm doing. If it were me, I would have wanted her to do exactly the same. Now if you please."

" Harry, please, you are scaring me, What's wrong?" I said while I pulled up the covers closely, as if they would be sufficient to shield me from whatever was coming.

"Hermione, I'm really sorry to tell you this, but..." He had a lump in his throat and couldn't bear to look in her eyes. He swallowed hard before continuing. "When we... er.. when we found you, we were just too late to prevent Fenrir Greyback from biting you. We don't know what it will do to you, because it was not a full moon when he bit you. We asked the healers, but they are still pretty sure that you are going to turn into a werewolf. I'm so sorry, I wish I would have been there sooner. I wish I could have been there so save you from all of this. I'm so sorry"

When he was finished speaking, he finally looked up, to see how I was taking it all. I, however, did not wait around for the end of the speech. Once I heard about being bitten, I made my way out of the room silently with my wand and I ran away.

A flash of pain. My body not working, my brain still fuzzy. I'm trying, going as fast as I can.

I can hear the alarm bells being rung, codes being shouted. They are already looking for me.

My common sense, that I still have left, tells me not to apparate. Nor floo. So I walk out. They will look for me here last. I transfigured my head and clothes with my last magical strength and now all I can do is walk.

Where to? Where do I go?

I have no place to go. I'm lost, alone. I'm a monster now, an outcast by society. Soon enough I will be hunted down and branded. Soon enough I will be dead.

I can't come back. I have to keep moving. I have to protect the ones I love.

A forgotten tear runs down on my cheek. I don't bother wiping it, because that would cost me much needed energy.

I can feel them coming after me. I can feel them looking for me. I need to keep one step ahead. I need a place to hide. I need a place to rest and sleep. I need a place they wont find. A place I will be safe until I can at least apparate.

My brain is now working full speed. thinking of places, magical and non magical. Finally. I'm going to just get my tent and put it up with some wards.

Accio handbag- the bag I had with me when we, me and my two best friends Harry and Ron, went Horcrux hunting. It still had everything inside, ready for dark times like these.

I put up the tent and the quick wards. Cave inimicum- Repello muggletum- muffliato- protego totalum- Salvio haxia . When I finished doing this I was so tired. I had no magic left in me. And I knew it would be safe for me to stay here for at least a couple of days. They would never look for me here. Unless they would find my magic.

So I went inside the tent and took place in the bed. Slipping into a warm peaceful slumber. Sleeping day in day out. For three days straight.

And then suddenly, after my magic has healed enough, I wake up from a loud crack of wood.

No way. They didn't find me. Fear. Panic flashes through my mind. I can't go back.

It's fight or flight now. I need to be prepared. So I take my wand and check my wards.

They are still intact. I let out a small sigh. My brain starts working a little more situation appropriate. I go outside with my bag, pack up the tent and keep ready to apparate. But first I need to see who's looking for me.

As I thought. Just some random aurors. They were tracing my magic. Great. I'll need to loose their trail and fast.

So, I'm creating a hopping trail across Britain and Europe. Because I know they have a hard time following me there. And once in Europe, hop around a couple of times, create an even bigger mess for them to figure out and then go on foot. Better not do it all in one day though. I need to save some strength.

At least I know my charms and wards still work.

So I hop off. I apparate to the first spot I can think off. A forest in the South of France. I took out the tent and put up the enchantments.

Maybe it's a good thing I was so paranoid after the war. This bag has everything I need to survive for at least seven weeks. So I took out some tin cans of food and made them in the little kitchen inside the tent.

Food out of cans doesn't taste good, but at least it's some solid food in your stomach, I thought to myself as my body started to complain.

After I ate I made a plan of 'attack'. I was going to have to go to diagon alley. I needed a full new stock of herbs and spices and other stuff for my potions. And I was going to need some wolfsbane. For the wolfsbane potion. They were not going to give that up so easy, because it's pretty rare.

I was going to need a disguise.

POLYJUICE.

Of course. I still had some phials left and I could use them to go unnoticed. If I was quick enough. I would have to go to Gringotts first to pick up some money though.

Where will I get the hair for my potion? I can go into muggle London and just take a little of someones hair there. And then go to Diagon alley.

What ingredients will I need, for what potions? Pepper-up potion, blood-replenishing potion, dreamless sleep potion, essence of dittany, murtlap essence, polyjuice potion, wolfsbane potion, and maybe even some normal sleeping potion. Oh god, that's going to cost me.

I wrote all the ingredients down, and all the other things I needed from the magical world. Because I knew I would probably not go back for a long long time. And then I went to bed, preparing for the long day ahead.

The morning came too soon. I grumble as the sunshine heats up the tent. I make a mental note to myself to look into that. Protect the inside of the tent from heat and cold and light. I should have some spells for that somewhere in my books.

I brake up camp, look one last time at the beauty France has to offer and apparate to a back alley in London and slip behind a dumpster. Luckily for me, nobody saw me. I walk towards the street, look around to see if there is nobody around to recognize me and walk off into the crowd.

I take one of the more crowded metros toward the hart of the city. And inside I set my master-plan to work. I accidentally bump into a woman of about my hight and age and I pull out a couple of her hairs. She yells, glares at me. I glare back , mumble sorry. And move on. That's how simple it is.

I get off at some random point, go into a back alley again, put the hairs into the Polyjuice potion and wait until it stops bubbling. Ieuw, she's this icky coffee brown color that smells like troll dung. Dear Merlin! And it tastes like Goblin piss too. At least I don't look like me anymore now.

I quickly apparate myself to the leaky cauldron, get myself onto diagon alley and on my way to Gringotts.

Luckily I thought of everything. I even wrote a letter to myself saying that this persona had the authority to get money from my vault if she could present them with a key. Goblins aren't the nicest of beings!

After giving the goblin the key and the letter I wrote to give myself access, the goblin took me to my vault.

I took as much gold as I could carry and was on my way again.

I immediately went to the apothecary. No time to loose, the polyjuice potion would only give me about 40 more minutes and I also needed to buy some small cauldrons and some more phials, there was no way I could brew more than 5 potions in only 1 cauldron. And at that, most potions needed a long time to brew.

Luckily the woman at the apothecary helped me with everything. She even sold me the wolfsbane. I got at least enough to last me through 3 years. I was really thankful for her helpfulness. I payed her royally, even gave her a tip, as she blushed and said she couldn't take it I said: "Miss, you saved my life."

I went outside, watching my clock, I could see that there were only a few minutes left. So I went to Pottage's Cauldron shop and bought the last things I needed.

As I made my way out the shop I felt my face take it's regular shape again. I had to get out of there. I had to be quick. So I apparated.

It was my plan to just make the trail now, and then settle down somewhere so I could brew my potions and take my first transformation in peace. After that, I would have to go find a job, or something.

Oh Merlin.

I'm an outcast now. A monster. A freak.

No employer in his right mind will hire me. They will not care about me being the smartest, brightest witch of my age, nor me being one of the golden three, a real war hero.

I'm a monster now.

No matter, I will figure something out. I always do. I calmed myself down. I needed to be emotionally in control of myself before apparating, otherwise I would get splinched. As I found myself sufficiently calm, I pictured my next point of apparition.

I apparated to the next point, somewhere along the coast of Wales. I walked for a little while, with my hair in the wind, my bare feet in the sand and the waves crashing into my legs. I felt a little at peace.

I put my hand in my neck, for the first time actually touching the scar left there by Fenrir Greyback. The peace I had felt before drained from my body and all I was left with was emptiness, darkness and the cold.

I wanted to get away, away from the cold, away from my feelings. So I apparated again. This time I ended up somewhere in the capital of Italy, Rome. I had been there once, with my mum and dad, learning about the old cultures. The beautiful architecture. The weather in Rome was sunny and there was a light summer breeze, It warmed my heart looking at the little children running after the pigeons on the square. They had no worries, no problems. I walked around in Rome for a bit, deciding that I would have loved to stay there, but that sadly I had to move on.

And so I did. I held in my breath as I thought of my next destination. There was a brief hesitation, but I thought it would utmost confuse the aurors If I went back to Ireland for a while. So I stopped by in Ireland. Visited Dublin in all it's glory. Oh, if it wasn't for these damned circumstances.

I also went to Madrid,Spain; Paris, France; Brussels, Amsterdam, Berlin. I really did every major city in Europe in one day. Until I let myself settle down in some forest.

I didn't even know where I was, I just knew the woods I was in felt, you know. Magical. I don't really know how else to explain. So I put up my tent, put up the wards and charms. And went inside to make myself some dinner.

Dinner tonight consisted of canned ravioli with pumpkin juice. And after that I just went to bed. I could have sworn I slept for days again. But this time it was just a good 12 hours. When I woke up, it was nearly lunchtime. I was hungry as hell, the sun was shining outside and I needed to start working on my potions.

So I decided that was exactly what I was going to do, work on my potions. I took out all I could find, and started the brewing process of the wolfsbane and the polyjuice first. They would take the longest to finish. After the first steps were taken in these potions, I started up a few more kettles to brew the other potions that would keep me busy the rest of the day. I didn't use all the ingredients though. I just brew a little of everything, enough to get me through the first few months. One thing less to worry about, right?