Teddy took the last dose of his Wolfsbane potion. It was the pack's more frugal version. It didn't completely hold off the otherness of the wolf but it still allowed him to keep his mind during the change. He would have enough control that he did not need to be hindered by chains or cages.
Hermione, however, had not been given any of that potion. Draco had been worried about how it might interact with all the other potions that he had had to administer to her. So as a precaution, her wrists were bound by ropes to prevent her from clawing at her skin during the change. As sunset drew closer, she had become more and more agitated, pulling at those ropes. Her eyes hadn't yet opened, but she thrashed from side to side, whimpering.
Teddy backed into one of the corners of the room about as far from her as he could get. Although all the sounds were irritating his sensitive hearing this close to the change, the real problem was the pain radiating off of her. He was fiercely glad that she had been unconscious most of the time since they lifted the coma. Even a few minutes of this was too much.
His change was near, he could feel his wolf as it awakened and there was a buzzing of anticipation that hung in the air. He wasn't sure if that buzzing was some kind of magic or if it was just in his mind, but he felt it build and build until it filled his every atom. Then, when it seemed to overwhelm every part of him, the transformation overtook him. Once it hit him, he was deaf and blind to all else. He was only aware of pain that slid into him like a heated knife and made everything blank out in white misery. This was one of the negative effects of the potion- it did not deaden his mind and so Teddy was aware of everything that was happening to his body. Some of the werewolves had tried to numb it with alcohol. However, that just dampened the effects of the potion and made them even more vulnerable to being overtaken by their wolf.
So Teddy had learned to meditate on the sensations in order to survive the pain. Right now, that fire that felt like it was eating away his skin was actually hair thickening into fur. The sensation of his skull exploding under his eyes was actually his mouth reforming into a snout. The subsequent pops weren't Weasley firecrackers but his teeth sharpening into those of a carnivore . After each pop he inhaled and let it out again with the next explosion. And so it went with agonizing slowness while still rushing at him too fast to fully cope. His only saving grace that was it only took a few minutes for this all to occur. If it had lasted much longer, Teddy might have done something quite drastic to make sure he never had to experience it again. He could understand why some chose the complete abyss of not even trying to control the wolf or the change.
When he finally drew in a full breath, Hermione's pained screams attacked his ears. The wolf, excited by something so irritating and vulnerable, demanded that he attack. That he should sink his teeth into flesh and silence it. Didn't he want that incessant noise to stop?
It scared Teddy to realize how reasonable even thoughts like these could seem to him. How long it took to remember that humans were things he cared about. That the noise was because another human was suffering, not because they were trying to hurt him with their screams.
Was he becoming a beast? Maybe that was why he had such a hard time maintaining relationships anymore. Maybe the beast was slowly taking over him even when the moon wasn't full. He had been under the moon's pull when he had ruined his relationship with Lilith. In a certain way, it had also affected his relationship with his girlfriend before that, Victoire. Maybe the werewolf in him had slowly been poisoning his relationships for years without him realizing it.
Teddy took a deep breath and pushed out the thoughts of the wolf. He wouldn't hurt someone just because they were hurting him. Especially when it was unintentional, like the cries of pain Hermione was making.
He needed to check on Hermione. If she was screaming that meant she hadn't changed and the potion hadn't worked. He would have to get Harry and Draco soon so they could put her back under the stasis spell. He wanted to vent his frustration by biting into something and ripping it apart. No, that was what the wolf wanted. Teddy angrily shoved the wolf aside again and prowled over to Hermione's hospital bed. The bed was too high when he was on all fours so he propped his fore-paws on the bed to observe Hermione.
Hermione was thrashing about on the bed, still looking like she was still in a lot of pain. As much as they needed Hermione's information, it wasn't worth this. His uncles needed to put her back in the coma. They would just have to try again once they knew what went wrong.