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HIDDEN CHANGES

"Severus, out with it!"

"We have another Werewolf on the grounds…"

Chapter 2:

The next morning at breakfast Hermione was happily reading her copy of Hogwarts: A History making sure not to get any crumbs on it. Of course once Ron and Harry sat down she put the book away knowing from experience that it would be ruined by the clumsy red head.

"Merlin, Hermione, stop reading that book. I am sure you have it memorized by now."

"Ronald, I'll have you know that in this edition they added an extra chapter about the chamber of secrets. I didn't get to see it." She looked at Harry briefly. She had been bugging him for years to see it, and he always refused.

"Mione, I don't want to take you down there, it could be dangerous."

"Oh poppycock, Harry"

"Mione don't use that word again... ever. You just reminded me of Professor McGonagall." Ron stated quickly.

Hermione ignored this comment and continued on, "Harry, you know everything is fine down there. You just don't want to take me." She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted. She never tried the pouting approach before, maybe it would work.

"Are you seriously pouting??? Good grief Hermione. Fine, I'll take you down later. Not now though."

Hermione smiled and hugged Harry squealing.

"Well if Harry gets a hug.." Fred snuck up behind her.

"We should get one too!" George sat in between her and Ron who complained while Fred jumped into her lap saying.

"Maybe a nice kiss on the cheek…" Fred turned his cheek to her trying to make her uncomfortable.

Hermione leaned towards him as if going in for a kiss and stood up quickly knocking the whole bench backwards including all of the boys and girls on it. This of course got the attention of everyone in the hall. Shit! I got to remember about that whole strength thing.

"Blimey, Hermione! You are a rough one!"

Draco Malfoy was walking by as this happened stating, "Or maybe the Prude Mudblood Princess decided you Weasleys are scum and deserve to eat off the floor."

All of the boys, scrambled to their feet before hearing, "10 points from Slytherin for your heinous comment." Professor Lupin didn't even look at Malfoy and instead winked at the Griffindors before continuing to his seat at the staff table.

Albus Dumbldore stood up and announced, "Students who have Professor Snape this morning, classes are canceled for today."

Hermione stiffened as they were setting the bench back up. There is no way he could of found out already. Harry and Ron looked at her and motioned for them to go outside. She had some explaining to do.

Severus Snape observed his stores more carefully realizing that he was partially mistaken though all of the ingredients that were stolen were for Wolfsbane, some other ingredients were missing. He had to look up the extra ingredients stolen. Maybe he was just panicking but it seemed that it wasn't a just a werewolf. He poured over all of his notes and books for hours before he came to what he was looking for in Werewolves and Their Relatives. He almost missed the small footnote that spoke of the names of were-creatures from other countries.

When certain ingredients are added to the wolfsbane potion it becomes the Kanimabane potion. This potion is effective on some humans who become afflicted with Kanima-syndrome. It prevents the one afflicted from attacking anyone and becoming aggressive. One can become a Kanima by touching and reading the incantation of certain sacred monuments and reading the incantation located in South America. The Kanima is jaguar-shaped and seeks to kill murders. They will only kill murders. They are considered to be extinct since most of the monuments are destroyed, though they are being searched for.

Snape stared at this information for a long while coming to the conclusion that he needed to make sure he wouldn't come in contact with this creature. He reflected quietly on all of this information as he thought of the Potters. Would I be considered a murder? No matter what he had to get to Dumbledore with this information quickly.

The trio had walked down to the lake where they wouldn't be disturbed and Hermione stared at the boys as they began to freak out.

"Mione, are you serious? You said you needed SOME! How much did you take?"

"Harry, I wasn't thinking, he must have been about to make wolfsbane for Remus."

"What? Are you making wolfsbane??? What for? You aren't a werewolf are out!?"

"Ron, no I am not. I just did something stupid this summer."

They both stared at her and Harry asked calmly, "How stupid?
"Sit down this is a long story." After they had gotten settled she began her tale. "Well, I traveled to South America with my parents this summer and that is where it happened."

*****FLASHBACK*****

Hermione was walking on the nature tour through the jungle with her parents when they came upon a very ornate yet small monument.

"Excuse me sir. What does this shrine mean?"

The tour guide looked at her confused saying, "Senorita that is just a pile of rubble. It has no significance."

Hermione realized that it must have been charmed since it was definitely NOT a pile of rubble. As they continued on Hermione lagged behind curious of the memorial she placed her hand on it and read the inscription which was in the Mayan language. She wrote down everything it said on a notepad she was carrying and decided to research it later.

When she caught up with the tour group her parents asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner. She insisted that she must discover what all of this meant and that her parents should go out and have a nice time by themselves. They reluctantly agreed knowing that if they didn't let their daughter solve her little 'puzzle,' she wouldn't get any rest.

After visiting many libraries and Shaman of the land she got the rough translation and how to pronounce it. She decided to revisit the shrine. She went into a secluded area and apperated to her destination. She walked up to the shrine and brushed off some of the dirt and stared at it for a small while. She looked at the words and read them aloud as she brushed off the beautiful statue.

That is when it happened. She felt a shooting pain through her spine and cried out in pain. She fell to the ground screaming feeling her bones crunching and contracting. It felt as though she was on fire and couldn't do anything. Although it was only a few minutes she felt like she had been suffering for hours. All of the sudden a spirit of a jaguar leapt out of the statue and sat infront of calmly. As it stared at her she froze up as she heard it speak in her head

"Welcome to the pack young cub."

She looked to her hands and realized that they were paws instead. She thought to herself, "What have I done?"

A/N: I have heard about this creature and I couldn't find much on it so I improvised for the story. I am sorry if it offends anyone by me making something up. If you have any recommendations for the story feel free to tell me your thoughts. Please Review.