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Chapter 11

Bold and Speaking

Blue Fire KrAzEd

George, Hermione and Fred sucked in their breath, bewildered, stunned and terrified. Their usually witty friend was standing before them, a menacing look on her face as she stood tall, her dark eyes reflected the moon, and their terrified faces, and her transformation was complete as a large set of horns emerged from the mutated form of a wolf's head. Hermione stared at the large white teeth and realized that their were fangs instead of regular cutting teeth, making the werewolf's mouth seem vampire like and made it add to its intimidating look.

"Stay back Aura! It's us, Fred and George, the dimwits!" Fred cried to her, attempting to get her to stop looking at them as if she would rip off their heads if they made any sudden movements. But despite the warning her eyes gave off, they turned around sharply and ran toward the open doors of the castle. The werewolf followed instantly, they all ran faster, fearing for their lives, but as fate would have it, George tripped over something hard and fell to the floor with a small thud. For a moment, time stood still, as the image of George lying on the floor and the werewolf form of Aura charging towards him registered in Fred and Hermione's minds. As if by some special force had given them amazing speed, the standing redhead whipped out his wand and hit the werewolf square in the muzzle with a stunning spell, while the frizzy haired brunette released an ear piercing shriek. The werewolf stumbled back, and it gave George an opportunity to stand and run after his brother and friend.

"What do we do?" George yelled, sounding out of breath.

"Run into the castle, find a professor, they'll know what to do!" Hermione told them, the redheads had no choice but to agree, if that was what would save them, they would run to a professor. As they ran through the castle doors, they stopped for a split second and decided to go left, towards the Great Hall, taking the risk of checking if there was a professor there.

As they reached one of the house tables, they realized that not a soul was occupying the room, alive or dead. They all turned their heads and saw that there was nothing standing there, Aura had given up her chase, they were safe. Hermione clung to George, and began to weep, terrified from the whole incident. George held her, not knowing what else to do or say, he looked over to his look alike, who looked as horrified as he felt. No one said anything, and after a few minutes, Hermione's weeping ended and she looked up at George, who smiled gently down at her form.

"Do you want to go to the Hospital Wing?" He asked gently, as if speaking to a timid animal. She shook her head, no, and realized that she had been hugging him for so long, she saw his tearstained robes and blushed deeply, murmuring an apology as she released him and looked away. They all walked quietly up to their common room, different thoughts and questions running through their minds.

The next morning they all awoke late, it being a weekend, and headed down towards breakfast quietly, not knowing what to say, or to even mention the happenings of the night before. They all just walked through the halls towards the Great Hall in silence. When they reached the Great Hall entranced, they walked in as if nothing was troubling their minds, but three sets of eyes skimmed the Ravenclaw house table, searching for their friend, she was no where to be seen, three Gryffindors' faces fell. As they approached their own table, Hermione's anger picked up from where she had left it the night before, as she spotted her two former best friends, sitting there, speaking to each other contentedly, that is, until the red head spotted her, and nudged his dark haired friend, they turned to return her angry gaze. It was at that moment that she decided that she would confront them that day.

Just as she was about to sit beside George and Fred, a slight tapping came to her shoulder and she all but whipped around, to stare into exhausted, dark brown orbs. There stood Aura, looking just as she did the night before, pale, tired but smiling. A large wave of relief escaped her and she turned to see Fred and George had also seen Aura, she mouthed a hello and gently grabbed Hermione's shoulder.

"Are you going to tell them?" Aura told her once they were away from the tables. Hermione gave her a quizzical look, so Aura added, "Harry and Ron, about the article?"

"Oh," Hermione said, realization obvious on her face, she nodded and turned around to steal a glace towards the table, where Harry and Ron were now standing, to and heading to wherever they were headed, "But the first thing I want to do is take care of Rita Skeeter, the second the Ministry finds out, she'll think twice before making up more lies..." Hermione said this with angry vigor.

Aura shook her head and bent her head, "You can't, she is already a registered Animagus... there is nothing you can do against her..." Hermione's face fell noticeably as another soft "Oh" escaped her. Hermione and Aura quietly walked back to the table, "We'll talk about last night later." Aura whispered to George and Fred as well as to Hermione and headed off. George and Hermione didn't question here, and they were all abnormally quiet for the rest of breakfast.

After breakfast, George, Hermione, and Fred caught up with Aura on their way towards the lake. George sat on the dry yellowish grass, while Fred made an obscene bodily noise as George sat, making the two other girls to turn towards him, giving him stern, and disapproving looks. They all followed suit, sitting in a shape that looked like a pointed circle. Fred and George attempted to put some humor in the situation.

"By the way Aura, you look much better as a werewolf, you should consider that a permanent look," Fred said, laughing slightly, as George nodded in agreement.

"Really now? I don't you thought that yesterday when I almost ripped your head off," Aura answer, referring to George in particular. George glared at her for a moment, but then said in an almost serious tone. "Why hadn't you told us? About your werewolf ness..?"

"Simple, if I told you, you'd probably fear me. When you ran into the castle, I regain a small amount of sense, and ran into the woods; I don't know what happened after that..." Aura shook her head, as if attempting to shake anything of the night before into her brain, or out of it. After minutes of silence, Fred spoke up, "Well, if there isn't anything left to talk about, let's go."

By the time Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room, it was well past sunset. As she walked in, the usual glares and stares where directed her way, she pushed them all off and searched for a particular pair of eyes, she spotted them quickly, in the far back seats, sitting next to a pair of dull blue orbs. Surprisingly, they didn't contain their usual hatred, but that might have been because they weren't looking at her. The anger within her boiled quickly as she remembered why the glares were directed her way. She strode over to them angrily, pulling out the "Quibbler" magazine quickly. When she first reached Ron and Harry, she hit them both on the heads with the now rolled up paper. Both heads snapped towards her, they gave her a piercing look, and turned away, just as she hit them on the heads once again. They both jumped out of their seat and shot her intimidating stares.

"How could you?" she hissed at them, their looks and expressions affecting her in no way at all.

""Could you" what?" Ron retorted angrily, it had been a long time since Hermione had last heard either of their voices, and was almost relieved when she heard them speak to her, even if it was in a less-than-friendly manner, "How could we not take it personally all the things you said about us? How could we not forgive you for all the embarrassment you put us through? Or is it that you're asking why we didn't abandon you completely?"

Hermione kept her angry gaze steady, and kept herself in control, "No, you dimwitted idiot! What I want to know is, how could you possibly believe all of this RUBBISH?! especially since it was written by the biggest liar around!" Harry and Ron stared at her for a good long moment, the eyes of all those in the Gryffindor Common room. Fred and George went to stand behind Hermione, like bodyguards protecting a movie star.

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