Author's note: Hello dears, thanks for all the lovely reviews. And yes, I know maybe it's kind of odd having Hermione being a werewolf. But I find myself quite taken with werewolfs. I can't seem to find out why though. I also want to thank all the silent readers, the people who put my story in their favorites list and the people who put my story on alert! I love all of you!

I'm also very sorry that it took me so long to write this and that it is slightly shorter than the last one. But I promise I will try to make it up to you!
Until the next time ;-)!

^^ 'Adin did good. Adin is free again.' the wolf thought as she howled at the moon. 'Adin is hungry, Adin need to hunt.'

With her muzzle in the air she sniffled for edible scents. Something that smelled sweet and aroused. Something tasty. She let out a low growl. Her saliva filling up her muzzle stirring up her appetite even more. This scent was absolutely intoxicating.

Her instincts took over, she crouched low behind the bushes and trees. She waits for her pray to come closer. And when it's close enough, she launches forward with an elegant leap and sinks her teeth in the neck of her unsuspecting victim. Her prey still tries to fight it for a little while, her limbs twitching, making a lot of noise. But soon it's life dies down and it's torn to pieces by the ruthless wolf.

She growled and howled, barked and snarled. She ran through the woods, branches braising her flesh and rocks grinding beneath her feet.

At one point she ran into another magical being and it was seething. It's eyes were bloodshed and it had several large cuts on it's body. It's scales were a fiery scarlet and it had golden spikes. And although the chinese fireball was severely injured, it was still territorial and ready for a fight.

Impressive growls were uttered, fire was breathed, claws were lashed and bites were taken. But in the end the wolf was the one who was on her way again. Running away for shelter. Covered in new lashes, burns and blood that was not all her own. ^^

Oh dear merlin. What did I do last night? Why can I not remember? What happened? I have not done anything stupid have I? My mind is racing against time trying to figure out where it all went wrong. Why didn't the potion work, why was I stupid enough to wake her up, why did I want to satisfy my curiosity? Too many questions and no answers, my brain goes in overdrive and eventually, due to stress and the excess pain I guess, I black out.

Once I found my conscious mind again it was already far in the morning. I could feel the sun shining on my face and hear the birds chirping in the trees, but I'm too scared to open my eyes. I don't want to know if I look as bad as I feel, but I probably look much worse. When I feel calm enough with my surroundings, I try to estimate the damage done to my body and my surroundings. I'm still not able to open my eyes, but at least I'm trying to move forward.

The first thing I awkwardly state to myself is, I'm naked. How the hell did I not notice that. But then there surfaced a more pressing thought. What is that metallic taste? Oh, no no no no, this can not be. No no no no. Please no, let it not be blood, please. As I thought this to myself my eyes flew wide open in a fraction of a second. I sat up so fast looking over my limp body that I felt lightheaded and everything went dark again.

Obviously, it was blood. I had killed something or someone. Or maybe seriously injured. Oh god, maybe I had turned someone. Oh I could not live with myself, if I had. Maybe I would just kill me now. But I was the great Hermione Granger, part of the Golden Trio. I didn't give up, I didn't quit, and I most certainly did not quit life. So the next time I came too, I sat up slowly, making sure that I would not black out again. Assessing the damage done to the rest of my body. Everything was sore. I almost could not move and I felt like I was going to die even lifting a finger. But I had to. So I probed my calves, my thighs, my belly, for internal injury and broken bones, than I did my arms and I hoped that all the cuts that were there would heal with the potions I had ready at the tent.

Then the next problem arose. How was I going to get back to the tent? Or even more basic, where the hell was I?

As I was sitting up, I had dragged my body against a tree on the strength of my arms. My legs just didn't seem to want to work, I hoped that I hadn't permanently damaged anything. But I knew that I needed my tent and my potions soon, or I wouldn't stand a chance. So my body propped up against a tree, I was trying to orientate myself. I sniffed my surroundings, trying to make out any of the familiar scents. The odd thing was that I could swear that I could smell a Weasely. Not possible of course, so I shrugged it off. Instead I started to focus on my own scent, the smell of my clothes and the potions. And it worked. I could smell that my tent was somewhere in the direction of the wind, not too far from where I was sitting.

I was tackling the problems one at the time. What direction to go: Check. Now, next: How to get there. That was something else. With my legs lifeless underneath me and my body drained of all strength, all I could do was hope that my one wandless spell would actually work in giving me my wand. So I tried. And tried. And tried. Until finally, my wand came flying. After this my rescue was close. I quickly conjured something to cover myself up, conjured a broom and flew off in the direction of the tent. Once there I put up the wards, draining my last piece of magic, taking a pain potion, a blood replenshing potion and some other potions to counteract the symptoms of the change and slept the next three days away.

In the mental ward (Charlie's pov)

During the night I couldn't sleep. I had heard that a dragon, a Chinese Fireball, had escaped into the night and they couldn't find it anymore. They obviously needed me to help look for it. We, as in the Dragon Reserve where I work, are understaffed as it is, with Eileen caging me like this without any apparent reason, we were doomed. They needed me.

I needed to be out there. Looking for Hermione, looking for the dragon. Who knows, where she was, what if the dragon found her before the tamers found the dragon. I couldn't think about what would happen.

Oh, when I got out of here, I was going to get back at Eileen for locking me up here. I was going to get her back real good. But first I needed a plan, a plan of escape, a plan of attack, what ever. Just something to keep my mind of all the things happening outside of my cell.

Eileen came to visit me more than once. But I couldn't bring myself to look at her, let alone talk to her. She told me things like : "Everything is going to be okay!" and "Tomorrow you will be a free man again, I only did this to keep you safe Charlie, for your own good." and something like this "Everything will become clear in due time. If you find her tomorrow, or the day after, she will probably let you know what is going on."

Late in the night there were some sounds that startled me awake after an awkward sleep had settled in. They were sounds of a fight between two large animals. And from afar I could tell it was our escaped Chinese Fireball fighting off some kind of animal. After a couple of minutes the sounds seemed to have disappeared and I once again fell into a light sleep, startling awake at the smallest sound.

Early in the morning I was let out of my cell. Free to enjoy the world again. The whole night in the cell I had thought that the first thing I would do was go after the escaped dragon or go look for Hermione. But non of them were true. I went to take a shower in my hut, and fell in a peaceful sleep in my bed.

In the tent (Hermione's pov)

Tossing and turning in my sleep, I dreamt about the wolf. I dreamt the hunt, the blood, the pain. I dreamt what it felt like to kill on instinct, but not wanting to kill. Killing to survive. I woke up almost suffocated with emotion, drowning in tears, throat heavy with sorrow and misery. I was panting, breathing hard. I was trying to calm myself down enough to get some air.

I sat up, got out of bed and went out of the tent to get some fresh air. But what I would find there was something I would not be able to get out of my mind any time soon.

I got out of the tent and saw a beautiful chinese fireball, fighting for it's life, trying to catch my attention. I stood there nailed to the ground, found myself unable to move. Not because I was scared, but because I was fascinated by the wondrous creature. I wanted to get to know it, I wanted to see what it would do, what it wanted me to do.

So after I got over the initial shock of seeing a fire-breathing animal right in front of my tent. It having breached my wards without me even knowing, I stepped forward to meet it. I held my hands in the air and made no sudden movements. I moved slow, but steady, so it could see that I meant business and then I looked at in in awe. It's fiery color and golden streaks were shimmering in the sunlight. But the wounds that it had were awful. I needed to patch it up and I needed to do it fast or it would probably die on me. So I set to work.

I didn't know much healing spells for dragons, or other animals for that matter, but I knew books and I had a great deal of them with me, so I could look up every detail I needed. I acciod my books and healed the wounds that were the most urgent.

And after that I tried to figure out what it would like to eat. The book said : " It's diet consist of most mammals, usually preferring pigs or deer." How the hell would I get a pig or a deer in these woods. I could just give it all the scraps of uncooked meat I have left, but then I will have to get some more in a town nearby and a lot of it too, because I will need to feed it back to health! So I just gave it all I could find form my food and it seemed like it was starving, because it ate everything in a heartbeat.

While it was eating I started talking to it out loud.

"How would you feel if I gave you a name? Because I feel kind of sad and lonely here all on my own. But I can't go home anymore."

"Would you like that, a name I mean?" I didn't wait for a reply, so I gave up a few names I liked and tried to see which one she liked best.

"Maybe I will call you Adelaide or Akira or Ariel or Sage or I don't know, what would you like?" But I already saw that she reacted to the name Ariel the most.

"I will name you Ariel from now on then. My beautiful Ariel."

Back at The Den (Charlies pov)

Waking up after a good nights sleep, felt refreshing. I was snoozing a little, waiting for reality to catch up with me, for my alarm clock to go off, so I would be off training dragons all day again. But this morning didn't go at all as I planned it would go. When I caught up with reality, I jolted up in my bed, giving me a slight headache to start the day with.

The only thing I could think of now was: Hermione is out there in the woods by herself, while the most fierce Chinese Fireball is one the loose. Oh Merlin help me, I need to find her.

I jumped out of bed, pulled on some clothes and went to the reserve to asses the situation. Maybe they had already found the dragon over night? No need to worry just yet. So I apperated straight into the reserve and ran my way into the command post.

At the command post everyone was busy. They were trying to convene about the whereabouts of the Chinese Fireball. When they saw me enter, they all stilled for a moment. They all knew what had happened last night and somebody had yet to brake the news to me that is was my favorite Chinese Fireball, Bast, that had escaped, after one of the rookie trainers was left to feed it, because Eileen was stupid enough to cage me.

When they broke the news to me I practically started to cry. My throat went dry, my knees buckled and I fell on the ground. Not only would I be looking for my lovely Bast, but also for Hermione. I wished nothing had happened to either one of them. Could this they possibly get any worse?

I felt somebody pull my body off the ground and as I looked up I looked in the eyes of Max. Luckily, once I had some time to think it over, I started thinking on my feet again. I started barking orders, dividing the tamers into little groups. Some would stay here, stand guard, watch the hatchlings and the eggs, feed the dragons regularly and make sure everything here stayed calm. We would communicate by patronus might anything go wrong. The others I assigned different parts of the forest to, so we could widen the search. Some I left apperating, the ones good with a broom I sent off in the air.

"Let's get Bast home safe an sound, people! Before the end of the day if we can!" Little did we know she was well taken care off.

Down in the forest (Hermiones pov)

I spoke to Ariel like she was my best friend, like she was a person talking back, like she was giving me the best advice anyone could give. I needed this, I needed a friend. But there was nothing I could do. I wish I could just talk to Remus.

"Ariel, I'm heading off to get us some food, I will be back shortly. Don't worry, there is still some food here and nobody will find you when I'm gone, because I concealed you with very high-powered spells. I will be back before you know it!"

We had worked out some means of communication, or so it seemed, because after my speech, I patted her on the neck and she blew out a small cloud of steam, as if to let me know she would be fine.

I lifted off on my broom, placing a disillusionmentspell on myself so I wouldn't be seen. I flew to a town not to far but not to close from where I lived. That way, people would not be able to trace anything back to me. I took the polyjuice potion, with some hairs I had stored for exactly this kind of use, just enough to get me to the butcher shop and back without anyone seeing who I really was. Once there, I asked for 3 pigs and a deer and some regular things to feed myself. The butcher looked at me with wide eyes, but I just said that I was going to freeze them and use the bones to make a good old-fashioned stock. (Luckily I was muggleborn and I could think fast on my feet)

Once I got out of the shop, I went into an alleyway. There I transfigured the carcasses so they wouldn't rot and I shrunk they so they would fit in my pocket. Then I placed the disillusionmentspell back on myself and flew back to my campsite. Just in time, before the polyjuice wore off completely.

"Ariel, I'm back. I've got some nice treats for you. You will like them, but we need to be careful, people will start to think it weird if I do this too much. So I will need to find a better solution to this problem soon!"

Ariel gave a low snort in recognition and held her nose out to be patted. I found it weird that even though her injuries were still a bit straining, she was fully capable of flying, so why wouldn't she. It's not like I tied her to the trees or to the ground. Ariel was free to go where ever she wanted to.

Maybe there was something else at play?

There was something else that I wanted to say. It's about the names I chose for the dragon.
I actually did look them up and they kind of spoke to me.

- Adelaide: means 'noble'-kind, I thought it would be appropriate
- Akira: means bright or clear in japanise
- Ariel: means lion of god, I actually picked this name for two reasons, first of all because Hermione needed a friend and this was kind of symbolic and second of all because another name for the Chinese Fireball is the liondragon.
- Sage: means wise person
- Bast: means fire or heat in Egyptian, it's also the name of the Egyptian godess of fertility/pregnancy/the sun, who was pictured with the head of a lioness