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My legs were barely able to support my weight as I was backing out of the room. My eyes were trained on the redhead, but I was not really looking at him. I was just making sure I got out of there alive. Once I felt the doorframe against my body, I silently shot a stunning hex at him. He was probably going to come after me once I turned around, so I was going to have to be quick about this.

Once he fell down on the floor I would have about five minutes to get away. Only five minutes. I need to apparate. Fuck I can't apparate. I need my broom, my bag. Where is all my stuff. Damned Where is all my stuff.

I was at the verge of hyperventilating. You know, me being injured, guarded by the redhead who was hunting me, all my valuable stuff, including my potions. OH NO, MY POTIONS!

Everything was lost.

It took me a while to calm myself down. Once my breathing started to even out, I could think clearly again. No more clouded judgement. I quickly accio'd all my stuff, opened a window and stepped on my broom to fly out. And of course this is when the healer walks in. I can not catch a break ever. But I need to leave.

"I'm really sorry" I mutter quickly, before I push off and let my broom carry me to safety. As I look over my shoulder I can see the healer trying to wake up the redheaded man. Reading her lips I can make something out that sounds like : "Damn, she's a powerful witch, even when she's injured!"

Once I'm above the clouds I feel safe again for a little while. My mind is at peace for a full of three seconds. Then it starts considering all the facts. The face of the red head dances in front of my eyes time and again. He's always there, taunting me, daring me to make a bold move, trying to get me to make a mistake. Then there is the fact that two of my previous campsites were discovered. And that I needed to finish the potions in time if I wanted to stay with human mind while in werewolf form. No pressure there.

Finally after an hour of flying, I flew over familiar territory. This were the woods where I stayed at the first two times I was caught by the men. I was not about to be caught again. Full moon was in three days. I would kill them if they caught me now, that's something I was not about to let happen so easily. So I flew a little further. I flew across a river into another forest. If they were even out looking for me, they would not find me here for at least 5 days. And by then the danger would have passed.

I put up camp in a dense part of the forest between the trees, knowing that people were much less inclined to look for others there. I took out the tent, put up as much wards as my magic could take and promised myself I would make the others in the morning, when I had a good night sleep.

I took a pepper up potion and a dreamless sleeping draught, knowing that the red head would still be there when I closed my eyes. I was just going to enjoy a rejuvenating night sleep. I slipped under the covers and fell into a deep unconsciousness.

Waking up the next day at noon, I started with checking my wards. Seeing as they were not as strong as I remembered, there could be intruders outside of my tent right this instant. So I decided to do some other checking. I checked for any magical presence in the area, people in the area and animals in the area. There were apparently some magical beings in the area, but they were quite far and there were no humans nor animals, so I could put up some decent wards without locking people in.

After I finished putting up the wards, I cooked myself some lunch. I was so hungry, it felt like I hadn't eaten in days. And maybe that was true, I wouldn't know, I was probably held unconscious by the red head.

Meanwhile at the hospital...(Charlie's pov)

A wand pressed against my throat. Hermione's wand to be exact. What the hell is that all about. Doesn't she recognize me? I know I wasn't there for the most part of her life, being here in Romania away from my family. But She has seen me before, she knows me, right? Oh Merlin, what if she doesn't recognize me, she surely wouldn't kill me, would she?

I was worried about her, she looked horrid, her legs were barely able to carry her, but she somehow found the strength to walk over to the door, with her wand trained on me. I wish I could help her, but by the way she is looking at me, I think I'm probably not the best person for the job. I just hope she will not do anythings she will regre...

The next thing I know I wake up on the floor with Eileen, my healer-friend, bent over me. She was doing everything she could to wake me up again. Once I open my eyes I see her breathe again, like she was holding her breath the entire time. It must have been some scare she gave her.

"What happened?" I choked out.

"I'm not exactly sure. I found you unconscious on the floor while she was mounting her broom and escaping through the window. She seemed so scared, poor thing. And you, don't you ever do that to me again. You gave me quite a scare. You've been out for at least 20 minutes." Eileen answered.

Oh dear, this can not be good. Dragons I can handle, but overly emotional women are not my forte. Eileen had been one of my short term flings -friends with benefits type of things- ages ago. Now I was living my life like a free man, sleeping with whomever I pleased, while she was pining over me. Eileen was the first and the last time I had the friends with benefits type of relationship, because it ruined everything. She got clingy, I just wanted to have fun, bla bla, now we have a hard time being around each other. No, give me casual sex with any good looking woman anytime, but friends with benefits, never again.

"Listen to me Charlie. That girl is dangerous. I can't tell you why, but promise me you will stay away from her!"

"hmmpf." I was lost in my own thoughts and rudely shaken awake.

"CHARLIE! Did you even hear a word I said? Merlin help me, If she's not going to kill you, I will!"

"Sorry, Alright, I'm listening. What did you say again?"

"I need you to promise me you will not go look for that girl Charlie. She is dangerous and you will get hurt if you go look for her. I can't tell you why, but please Charlie do it for me. And before you even say it, I'm not asking as your ex-lover, I'm asking as your healer and as your friend."

"Are you crazy? She's here in Romania, all on her own. She needs someone she can trust. She needs a friend. She's practically family, she's like my little sister. I can not leave her out in the woods on her own. I need to go look for her."

"Charlie, please. Don't make me do this, please."

And as I got up and walked towards the door, I looked back just in time to see her stunning hex hit my chest. What is it with these woman and stunning me these days.

This time though I was not out for so long. But when I woke up, I found myself magically bound to a bed and placed inside a special room of which escape was not possible. Eileen had put me in the mental ward of the hospital. She would pay for this. Oh yes she would.

Back in the forest (Hermione's pov)

Silence.

My head cleared. I needed to rest. I lay down on my back looking up at the thick pack of branches above me. I hear the wind rustling through the leaves and the tree crawling with life.

Dear Merlin. My thoughts get a kickstart. My senses are already heightened. After this full moon, after this first transformation, I will be a werewolf. A she-wolf. At this I lost my track of thought and started hyperventilating again.

Okay, I have read enough about this, I can do this. How hard can it be, being a werewolf. You have wicked senses, you are stronger that a normal human (or at least after the first transformation). With the potion there is nothing that can go wrong, you will keep your human mind at all time. As long as there are no humans in the neighborhood.

My breathing was under control again and I started to finish up the potion. I had to take it for the last three days before the full moon. And then I should be as human as possible. I could probably sleep through most of it, once I have transformed.

I have to stop over-thinking this.

Nobody is looking for me. Or if they are they haven't found me. The transformation will hurt, but at least I will not try to kill anyone, I hope. Who knows. With all those bad dreams I might kill the red head just because I want to.

Let's not think about any of that. Nothing is going to happen. It's not going to hurt. Deep down I know it is going to hurt like hell, I know it is worse then the cruciatus curse or any other form of torture, but this mantra I keep rambling to myself keeps me from going insane.

Nothing's going to happen, it's not going to hurt. Nothing is going to happen, It's not going to hurt.

I keep repeating this to myself while I finished up the potion. It was hard not to mess things up, to keep focussed but I kept calm and read over the steps again and again. Repeating things was what kept me going at this time! I wasn't one to break down. I wasn't one to be sad or lonely or dependable. But at this point I felt helpless and alone. I needed something to keep me going.

Nothing is going to happen, it's not going to hurt. Nothings is going to happen, It's not going to hurt. It'll be fine. I'm going to be fine. Someday I might even see my friends and family again.

Nothing is going to happen, it's not going to hurt, nothings is going to happen, it's not going to hurt. Nothing is going to happen, it's not going to hurt. Nothing is going to happen...

I took the potion that night right before I went to bed. It tasted like shit. But I knew that whatever I did, I could not do anything about the taste. Adding sugar would counteract the potion and make it ineffective, so would adding about any other taste enhancer.

After I took the potion I checked the wards one more time. Just to be safe. And then I got under the covers of my warm, comfortable bed. Luckily for me I quickly drifted off into a deep sleep. No nightmares, no tossing and turning, no danger. All was well.

The next two days were horrid. Living towards the full moon, I could feel my body go through some changes already. I would like my meat almost raw and if it could uncooked. My eyes were sensitive to light and my ears sensitive to sound. My muscles and body started aching with every step I took. No wonder Remus would look so horrible on the days right before and right after the full moon. He was being tortured by the full moon.

I lived these days in some sort of a haze. I tried to dull the pain and sensitivity with the soothing smell and words of my books. One of the many books I had with me. I was trying to get through a muggle romance novel. 'Pride and Prejudice' from Jane Austin. It is one of my favorites. But on these days I couldn't seem to focus on them, I couldn't get my brain to work around the dulling pain and the my hyper alert senses.

The day of the full moon was the worst. It was as if my bones wanted to jump right out of my skin. I was getting restless.

Nothing is going to happen, it's not going to hurt.

But I didn't really believe in my mantra anymore. The pain I had been in for the past three days had been bad. But I knew that the pain I would be in when I was transforming would be worse!

As the evening drew closer, I started to loose control. I became restless. My muscles spasmed at random, which must have looked extremely comical for people who could have been watching. my senses got an overload on information, which made my head hurt like hell. In the afternoon, the control over my muscles was almost completely gone sometimes, then I would start shaking and and shivering.

At five pm I took the last potion. I hoped it would work. If not I would be so fucked. This was going to be the worst night I had ever had in my entire life.

Nothing is going to happen, It's not going to hurt.

The sun disappears behind the horizon and the moon starts to show. It starts climbing up in the sky as I let out my first cry of pain. I had cried out because my hands were starting to deform. The bones in my hands were braking and setting in the form of a claw. Then the same happened with the rest of my body. The pain was agonizing as I could feel every single bone in my body being broken, growing wider, thicker, denser and then setting again. The worst yet was when it came to the transforming of my skull. My jaw, my skull, it felt like I was about to die. I wish I could have died. A muzzle was formed and fangs were grown.

During the process of changing some other things were noticeable too. For instance, my eyesight changed. I could only see in blacks, whites and grayish tones and then there were some cloud-like streaks in the air with different colors, like I could see the scents I was smelling. And my nose. I could smell things that were miles away. I could even smell the river, I could smell a dragon in the neighborhood and some cows. My hearing also evolved. Sounds were being unraveled, I was overwhelmed by all things that could make a sound. I could hear the clouds moving, the little ants moving through the grass, the caterpillar crawling in the tree. I could hear things miles away. I think I was even hearing the silent buzzing of an autobahn. I also grew a thick fur. It was a deep brown as the color of my hair.

The potion obviously worked. I was able to think and act like a normal person. Or well, as normal as I could be. Although I could feel some piece of me being restless and aimless, trying to break free.

I had heard about that before. There was a part of you, mostly present around the time of the transformations, that was a wolf. You could compare it to your inner most primal and most animalistic self. It will react purely on instinct, it will have no problem to use deadly force to protect whatever it thinks necessary and it will take over your body at times when it thinks you are in danger. That was all I knew about it or that was all the books knew about it.

There is only one way to find out. I need to wake it.

Back at the hospital (Charlie's pov)

I was thinking about ways to escape. I know, you think I'm stupid, right, trying to escape from a secure mental ward in a hospital. But there was nothing else to do to keep my mind occupied. I couldn't think about Hermione being all out on her own in the woods.

I wonder if Ron knows she's here, if Harry knows she's here. Maybe I should let them know that she's here and that she's safe. But why did she react the way she did. She was so intent on escaping that it could have cost her her life. I wish I knew what was wrong.

I need to stop thinking about Hermione for now, there is nothing I can do about that now. Maybe I can try to make a plan to get back at Eileen for locking me up in this mental ward in the first place.

In the forest (Hermione's pov)

How can I wake it. I tried to yell, but quickly stopped when I noticed that it came out as a howl. I was literally howling at the moon in that moment. So I decided to try something else. I tried to think really loud things. Nothing in particular, nothing special, but just hoping it would wake up the beast inside of my human mind.

"Grrrrr.. What... Do... You... Want."

" I'm sorry, I'm Hermione. Who are you?" I asked the voice.

" Adin." She answered shortly.

"I was wondering about you. Can you please tell me about well, your part of me?"

She doesn't answer right away. Instead, she gets even more restless, starts pacing. It's like she's trying to feel my weak spots. And then I feel the constriction on my throat. It's form the inside. She's battling me for consciousness and control.

The last thought I have is : I should never have waken her up