Chapter 12 :

A/N: Hey today is my birthday and I wanted to give you this short chapter to celebrate it :) Hope you like it and leave a review :)

Rolanda just couldn't believe her luck. Why on earth did she fall for Gryffindor's queen of trouble again? She took one look at her wife, oh yeah she just remembered. She's hot as hell! But for once couldn't they just go to some place nice? Would 'Freaking fabulous fun fashionable fairy Wish Mountain' have been too much to ask? Then again, that sounded like a nightmare too, perhaps even a worse one. Rolanda shuddered at the thought.

Time to get back on track; Werewolf Mountain was not a place to goof around. Not if you valued your life.

And not a moment to soon either, had she not looked up she would have crashed straight into Minerva.

Rolanda let out a small yelp.

"sst" came the immediate reply. Minerva pointed at a shadow moving over the ground.

"A werewolf?!"

No, something different. What the hell was that creature? It looked like a hybrid werewolf. Or as Hermione once said 'on steroids'. Hermione... this was connected to her situation. Rolanda still wasn't any closer to an answer.

To her utter astonishment Minerva descended, standing right in front of it. Rolanda followed nothing would stop her hurt her wife, not even a over sized rabid werewolf. She stood next to her wife, stone-faced trying to look as intimidating to the wolf as she could.

"Minerva" He scuffed "haven't seen you in years. What brings you now?"

"And you" it pointed towards Rolanda "You're not welcome here!"

"She is with me Lycan."

So it is a werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope... seriously his parents couldn't have come up with a more creative name? Pff lame! At this Rolanda actually smiled.

He looked at the fiery woman, taking her in... after a brief moment he nodded. You picked a fine mate Minerva" The next bit he directed at Rolanda "Harm even one hair on her and I will make sure you wished you were never born"

Rolanda scoffed. "Don't worry fluffy I won't " As if that overgrown hairball needed to worry. She would never harm her wife.

This elicited a growl.

Before either of them could get themselves into more trouble Minerva intervened. "She is a feisty one, and I love her Ly, so no worries there. Now we really need to move on." Without waiting for a further answer she grabbed Rolanda's hand and dragged her off into the mansion. Not hearing Lycan warning her of the oncoming danger. He was bound to the Blacks in servitude like a common house-elf and should he ever find out that he had tried to warn Minerva he could just as well forfeit his life. He tried not to think to much about the repercussions, he had plenty of scars to show. Being the last of his family he was now more weary and had grown to be more careful. As he hoped one day to achieve his freedom.

He shuddered thinking about what could happen to the magical world should Minerva lose the oncoming battle with his Master. Only by luck had Bella managed to escape with Hermione out of his masters clutches and he knew that by doing so Bellatrix had awakened the dormant curse placed upon her when she was just a little girl. Defeating his master would not only give him his freedom but it would also safe Bella's life.

Hermione openend her eyes carefully. Not being used to the light it she closed her eyes again only to feel someone move. On pure instinct she grabbed the person's hand. Poppy nearly jumped out of her skin as she felt an icy hand holding her pulse. She had just shooed the ginger girl and her friend away so they could eat something while she finished up taking care of both her patients.

"H-hermione" Never once did the mediwitch believe that she would wake up this soon. "take it easy dear, don't move. Safe your energy."

A shakey finger pointed to the bed next to her. Or rather, the patient next to her.

"B-bel-" Hermione's voice was soft, barely hearable.

"Oh Merlin, I am sorry Hermione. Should I place her elsewhere? Are you afraid?" Poppy exclaimed in immediate worry, thinking that the young witch before her must be terrified beyond anyone's imagination laying here nearby her torturer.

"No!" Came the unexpected reply. It was still soft, yet it somehow it was much stronger than before. Hermione's eyes held a fierce determination as she struggled to say the next words.

"p-please mo-ve me next to h-her"

To say that Poppy was shocked would be an understatement. She was floored, flabergasted, shocked, you name it she felt it. But one look

'What in Merlin's name is going on here? And what am I going to tell them?' She could see their angry over the top noisy reactions. She already mourned the loss of her quiet proper hospital.