Chapter 8: Moonlit Bonds
Granger Household
The flickering embers of the campfire cast soft, glowing light around the Granger living room. Harry and Hermione sat close together on the couch, wrapped in the warmth of their newfound closeness. The day's events had brought them together in ways neither had anticipated, and now, as the night deepened, they found themselves on the brink of an important conversation.
Harry stared at the glowing remnants of the fire, his thoughts troubled by the full moon that loomed just days away. He felt the weight of it, pressing down on him like a storm gathering on the horizon. "We need to talk about the full moon," he murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between them.
Hermione shifted slightly, resting her head against his shoulder, her curls brushing against his neck. She knew this moment was coming, had been thinking about it as much as he had. "I've been thinking about it too," she replied softly. "We have to prepare. We can't risk waiting until the last minute."
"Yeah," Harry said, his voice heavy with the burden he carried. "But what about your parents? What if... what if something happens? I don't want to put them at risk, Hermione. I don't want to put you at risk."
Hermione lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes filled with understanding. "My parents deserve to know the truth, Harry. They've always been there for me, and they'll be there for you too. They won't want us to hide this from them."
Harry sighed, glancing down at their intertwined hands. "What if they don't want me here after I tell them? What if they think I'm too dangerous?"
"They won't," Hermione said firmly, squeezing his hand in reassurance. "They know who you are. You're not dangerous, Harry, and they'll understand that. We'll tell them together."
Harry felt a mixture of fear and relief as he looked into her eyes. He trusted Hermione, trusted her judgment, but the fear of rejection was deeply ingrained in him. Still, if Hermione believed in him, maybe he could believe in himself. "Alright," he whispered, nodding. "We'll tell them."
Hermione smiled, resting her head back on his shoulder as they sat together in the dim glow of the room. "We'll face this together, Harry."
The weight of their shared fears seemed to lessen, if only a little, and as the night grew deeper, the two drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's presence, the warmth of their bond stronger than ever.
The soft light of dawn crept into the Granger living room, casting a golden glow over the room's furnishings. Hermione stirred first, feeling the steady rise and fall of Harry's chest beneath her. She blinked awake, realizing with sudden clarity that she was lying on top of him, her arms loosely wrapped around his torso.
She froze, her breath catching in her throat as her cheeks flushed pink. She had never been this close to anyone before, but with Harry, it felt... right. She didn't want to move, not yet.
Harry stirred beneath her, and she felt his chest rise as he inhaled deeply. His eyes fluttered open, immediately locking onto hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, neither moving nor speaking. But then, before the moment could deepen further, a familiar voice interrupted them.
"Well, well, look who's up," came Emma Granger's teasing voice from the doorway.
Hermione shot up, startled, her face burning with embarrassment. She scrambled off Harry, adjusting her wrinkled pajamas as she sat up. Harry, equally red-faced, followed suit, sitting up quickly.
Emma stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Had a cozy night, I see."
"Mum!" Hermione groaned, mortified.
Emma chuckled softly, giving her daughter a knowing look before turning her attention to Harry. "Breakfast is ready, you two. And I suggest you freshen up before coming to the table."
With that, Emma left them alone, her soft laughter echoing down the hallway. Hermione groaned again, burying her face in her hands. "I can't believe this," she muttered.
Harry chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Could've been worse, I guess."
Hermione peeked at him from between her fingers, managing a small smile. "Yeah, I suppose."
After a few moments of getting over the initial embarrassment, they joined Emma and Dan in the kitchen for breakfast. The table was set with a variety of dishes—eggs, toast, bacon, and fresh fruit—and the scent filled the air, making Harry's stomach rumble. Despite the awkward start to the morning, the warmth of the Granger household quickly put him at ease.
As they sat down, Dan folded his newspaper and looked up, smiling at the teens. "So," he said with a teasing lilt, "do I need to be worried about my little girl sneaking onto the couch with boys in the middle of the night?"
"Dad!" Hermione's face flushed red again as she shot him a warning look.
Harry, feeling the need to ease the situation, cleared his throat and decided to dive into the conversation that had been weighing on them. "Actually, there's something we need to talk to you both about."
Dan and Emma exchanged glances, the teasing dropping from their faces as they sensed the seriousness in Harry's tone.
Hermione took a deep breath and reached for Harry's hand under the table, squeezing it for reassurance. "Harry and I... we're together now," she said softly. "He's my boyfriend."
Dan's expression softened as he looked between them. "Well, that's not much of a surprise," he said with a smile. "We've seen the two of you growing closer for a while now."
Emma nodded, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "I'm happy for you both," she added. "You've always been good to each other."
Harry let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, relieved that the initial confession had gone smoothly. But there was still more to tell. His grip tightened on Hermione's hand as he braced himself for the harder part.
"There's something else," Harry began, his voice quieter now. "Something you need to know."
Both Emma and Dan's expressions turned serious again, waiting for him to continue.
Harry took another deep breath. "I'm a werewolf."
The room fell into a stunned silence. Emma's eyes widened in surprise, while Dan's brow furrowed in confusion. Harry could feel their shock, the weight of their reactions pressing down on him. He had prepared himself for this, but it didn't make it any easier.
"I was bitten a few weeks ago," Harry explained, his voice steady but somber. "It happened during the full moon. I was trying to protect Hermione, and—"
"You were bitten protecting my daughter?" Dan interrupted, his voice filled with concern.
Harry nodded. "Yes. And I didn't want to tell you because I was afraid you'd think I was too dangerous to be around her."
Emma reached across the table, placing a gentle hand on Harry's arm. "Oh, Harry... thank you for protecting her," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion.
Dan, after a moment of processing, gave Harry a nod of understanding. "You've been through a lot, haven't you?" he said, his voice kinder now. "And you've still got a good head on your shoulders. But if you two are dating, don't be surprised if Hermione ends up becoming a werewolf herself."
"Dad!" Hermione scowled at him, but his joke had the intended effect, breaking the tension in the room.
Despite herself, Hermione's mind wandered at his words. She found herself thinking about the idea of running with Harry under the full moon, just the two of them, wild and free. The thought stirred something inside her—a deep, primal longing she hadn't expected. She could see it so clearly, the two of them racing through the trees, their movements in perfect sync, their bond stronger than ever.
The vision filled her with a sense of peace, of unity. She knew in her heart that if the time came, she wouldn't mind sharing this part of Harry's life with him. The idea of being by his side in every way, of running together under the full moon, was strangely comforting. But for now, it was just a thought, a possibility for the future.
The evening air was cool, and the world around them was settling into the calm rhythm of night. Harry and Hermione sat side by side on the porch, their hands loosely clasped, as they contemplated the inevitable approach of the full moon. It would be Harry's first transformation, and despite the plans they had made, fear weighed heavily on him. The unknown loomed large, and though Hermione was by his side, the weight of what was to come pressed down on his shoulders.
"We need to talk about something," Hermione said softly, her eyes on the distant horizon. "Something important."
Harry glanced at her, sensing the seriousness in her tone. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tight with concern.
Hermione took a deep breath before turning to face him fully, her hand squeezing his gently. "In two years, after we've taken our O.W.L.s, I'll be ready," she said, her voice calm but firm.
"Ready for what?" Harry asked, not quite understanding.
Hermione met his gaze steadily. "To become a werewolf," she said softly. "To run with you under the full moon."
Harry froze, the air leaving his lungs in a rush. His eyes widened in shock. "Hermione... no," he stammered. "You can't... you don't have to do that. I don't want you to—"
"I know you don't want that for me," Hermione interrupted gently. "But it's not about what you want, Harry. It's about what I'm willing to do. I want to be with you, in every way. And in two years, after our O.W.L.s, when it's safer, I'll be ready to run with you. But not before."
The weight of her words hung between them, and Harry could hardly process what she was saying. The thought of Hermione going through the same pain, the same fear, the same curse that he now bore filled him with dread.
"But why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why would you want to go through that?"
Hermione's gaze softened as she looked at him, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his hand. "Because I love you, Harry. And I want to be part of every aspect of your life. But there are dangers... risks that we can't ignore."
Harry blinked, still struggling to wrap his mind around her words. "What risks?"
"If I became a werewolf before we finish our O.W.L.s, the consequences would be... devastating," Hermione explained, her voice steady but filled with the weight of her fears. "Werewolves aren't allowed in educational buildings, so I'd be expelled from Hogwarts. And if I'm expelled, I can't complete my magical education."
Harry's stomach twisted with dread as he listened to her. "What happens if you don't finish school?"
"If I don't finish my education, they'll snap my wand," Hermione said quietly, her voice filled with tension. "And because I'm Muggle-born, it's worse. The Ministry would bind my magic. But that's not all, Harry."
She hesitated, the next part of her explanation clearly weighing heavily on her. "If they snap my wand, they'll wipe my parents' memories. They'll erase everything about magic from their minds—including me."
Harry's heart stopped at the thought. "They'd make your parents forget you?" he asked, his voice filled with disbelief and horror.
Hermione nodded, her eyes shining with a quiet sadness. "Yes. They'd erase every memory they have of me being their daughter. I'd still remember everything, of course, but my parents wouldn't. They wouldn't know me. I'd be a stranger to them."
The idea hit Harry like a punch to the gut. The thought of Hermione's parents, who had always been so kind and supportive, forgetting their own daughter—it was unbearable. "But why?" Harry asked, his voice filled with anger at the injustice of it all. "Why would they do that?"
"Because the Ministry sees Muggle-borns differently," Hermione said, her voice laced with bitterness. "If I become a werewolf before finishing my magical education, they'd see me as a magical creature instead of a witch. And once your wand is snapped, you're no longer considered part of the wizarding world. They'd make sure my parents didn't remember magic—or me."
Harry was silent, his heart heavy with the realization of just how much Hermione stood to lose. He had known there were risks involved, but he hadn't fully understood the depth of the consequences. He couldn't bear the thought of Hermione losing her family, her magic, her identity—because of him.
"I can't let that happen," Harry whispered, his voice tight with emotion. "You can't risk everything just to be with me."
"I'm not risking it now," Hermione said gently. "That's why I'm waiting. In two years, once we've completed our O.W.L.s, I'll have the most basic magical education required. They can't snap my wand after that, and my parents' memories won't be touched. We'll be safe."
Harry swallowed hard, the tightness in his chest loosening just a little as he understood her reasoning. "You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?"
Hermione smiled sadly. "Of course I have. I've had to. But I'm willing to wait, Harry. I'll run with you under the full moon when the time is right."
Harry looked at her, the love and determination in her eyes so clear, so strong. He didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve this level of commitment, this willingness to sacrifice so much. But Hermione had made up her mind, and he knew he couldn't stop her.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "For trusting me. For being willing to... to go through all of this."
Hermione's smile widened, her hand resting softly on his cheek. "We're in this together, Harry. Always."
They sat in silence for a while, the weight of the conversation settling over them like a heavy blanket. Despite the fear and uncertainty, there was a sense of relief in the air—a sense of understanding that they were facing this together, no matter how difficult the path ahead might be.
As the days passed, the tension in Harry grew stronger with every hour. The pull of the full moon gnawed at the edges of his mind, a constant reminder of what was coming. He hadn't experienced the transformation yet, but he could feel the wolf inside him stirring, growing restless as the full moon approached.
Each morning, Harry woke with a knot in his stomach, the anticipation of the unknown eating away at him. But no matter how anxious he became, Hermione was always there, her quiet strength and determination keeping him grounded.
Soon enough, the morning of the full moon arrived, and the weight of what was to come settled heavily on Harry's shoulders.
The morning of the full moon dawned too quickly for Harry's liking. Despite the conversations he and Hermione had shared, the thought of the coming night gnawed at him, filling him with dread and apprehension. He had barely slept, his mind restless with a thousand questions. What would it feel like? Would he lose himself completely? Could he really control it?
By the time the sun was fully up, Dan was outside, loading up the car with camping supplies. Harry stood by the door, watching with anxious eyes as Dan and Hermione moved back and forth, organizing everything they would need for the night ahead. He could see the calm determination in both of them, their confidence in the plan they had laid out, but that didn't ease the tight knot of fear in his stomach.
"You don't have to come with me," Harry said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. "I'll be fine on my own. You could just drop me off."
Dan paused mid-motion, turning to look at Harry with a patient expression. "We've been over this, Harry," he said calmly. "You're not doing this alone. We're in this together."
"But I don't want to put you in danger," Harry argued, his voice rising in pitch. "I don't know what's going to happen. What if I lose control? I could hurt you or Hermione, and I couldn't live with myself if that happened."
Hermione stepped up beside him, placing a hand on his arm. "We're not abandoning you, Harry," she said gently but firmly. "You're not facing this by yourself. We'll be careful. My dad and I know the risks, and we're prepared."
Harry shook his head, frustration and fear bubbling up inside him. "But you don't know what it's going to be like! I've never done this before, and I don't know how much control I'll have. What if I... what if I hurt you?"
Dan walked over, his expression serious but kind. "Harry, I've seen enough in my life to know that people are stronger than they think. You've been through worse than this, and you've come out on the other side. We believe in you."
Harry looked between Dan and Hermione, his heart pounding. Their confidence in him was overwhelming, but it also scared him. They didn't fully understand what he was feeling—the fear, the uncertainty, the primal instinct that was already stirring inside him. The wolf was there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for its chance to break free.
"I don't deserve this," Harry muttered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
Hermione's hand tightened on his arm. "Yes, you do," she said firmly. "You deserve to have people who care about you. You deserve to have a family, Harry. And you deserve to know that we're not going anywhere."
Harry swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. He didn't know what to say. He had never felt this kind of support before, this kind of unwavering belief in him. It was terrifying and comforting all at once.
Just then, Emma appeared on the porch, her face soft with concern. She walked over to Harry, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You've got this, Harry," she said quietly, her voice filled with warmth. "And we've got your back."
Before he could respond, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, a simple gesture that made Harry's heart ache with gratitude. He didn't deserve this—didn't deserve their kindness, their trust—but he was grateful all the same.
Emma smiled at him, her eyes full of understanding. "Take care of each other," she said, looking between Harry and Hermione.
"We will," Hermione promised, her voice steady.
With everything packed, Dan climbed into the driver's seat, and Harry and Hermione slid into the back of the car. As they pulled out of the driveway, heading toward the Forest of Dean, Harry cast one last glance at Emma, who waved them off with a reassuring smile.
The drive was quiet, the weight of the coming transformation hanging heavy in the air. Harry stared out the window, his mind racing. The wolf inside him was restless, its presence growing stronger with each passing hour. He could feel it stirring, waiting for the moment when the moon would rise and the transformation would begin.
As they neared the forest, Hermione reached over and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "We'll get through this, Harry," she whispered. "You're not alone."
Harry nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure if he believed her, but he wanted to. He wanted to believe that he could control the wolf, that he wouldn't lose himself completely. But the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of his mind.
When they arrived at the campsite, the sun was already beginning to set, casting long shadows across the forest floor.
Forest of Dean
The campsite was a small clearing in the heart of the forest, surrounded by towering trees that swayed gently in the evening breeze. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the ground, and the first hints of the full moon glowed faintly on the horizon. Every minute felt heavier for Harry as the moon's pull tugged at him, the beast within stirring and growing restless.
Dan was busy setting up the tent with Hermione, their movements steady and calm. But Harry—Harry couldn't stay still. The pressure in his chest built with every passing moment, his body humming with a nervous energy that he couldn't shake. He could feel the wolf inside him waking, clawing at the edges of his mind, and it terrified him.
His gaze darted between Dan and Hermione, his heart pounding. "I can't do this," he muttered under his breath. His thoughts spiraled, fear clenching his gut. He couldn't control this—what if he hurt them? What if the wolf overpowered him, and he lost everything?
Without warning, Harry bolted, his legs moving before his mind could catch up. He ran from the camp, sprinting through the trees with desperate speed. He didn't know where he was going; all he knew was that he had to get away. Away from them, away from the risk.
"Harry!" Hermione's voice echoed behind him, sharp with concern. She chased after him, her feet pounding the forest floor as she called out to him. "Harry, wait!"
But Harry didn't stop. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tore through the underbrush, branches whipping against his skin. The forest seemed to blur around him, a rush of leaves and shadow, but all he could hear was the roaring in his head. He had to keep running. If he stopped, if he stayed near them when the moon rose...
Suddenly, a root caught his foot, and he stumbled, skidding to a stop in a small clearing. His heart hammered in his chest as he bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Hermione's voice was closer now, and within moments, she burst into the clearing behind him.
"Harry, stop!" she cried, breathless but determined. She stood just a few feet away, her hands on her hips, her chest heaving from the exertion of chasing him. "You can't run from this."
"I have to," Harry rasped, his voice thick with desperation. He looked up at her, eyes wide with fear. "I don't want to hurt you, Hermione. Please, just... just go back to camp. You'll be safe there."
But Hermione shook her head, her gaze unwavering. "I'm not leaving you, Harry. We're in this together."
Harry opened his mouth to argue, but a sharp pain shot through his body, making him cry out. He doubled over, clutching his chest as the first wave of the transformation hit him. The moon was rising.
The transformation began with a searing heat that spread through Harry's limbs, his bones grinding and shifting beneath his skin. He collapsed to the ground, his fingers digging into the dirt as his body contorted, reshaping itself with terrifying speed.
Hermione stood a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as Harry writhed on the forest floor. His groans of pain filled the air, his body twisting and growing larger with every passing second. But unlike Lupin's brutal and erratic transformations, Harry's change seemed... smoother. It was still agonizing—Harry could feel his bones lengthening, his muscles stretching, his skin tightening—but there was a sense of purpose to the transformation. His body was moving with instinct, not chaos.
He gritted his teeth, his vision blurring as fur sprouted along his arms and legs, dark and sleek. His spine arched painfully as it extended, his jaw cracking and elongating into a snout. The sharp pain in his teeth was followed by the sudden, intense sensation of fangs growing in his mouth. His hands and feet shifted into powerful paws, tipped with razor-sharp claws that dug into the earth.
The entire process was terrifying, yet strangely controlled—this wasn't the wild, out-of-control transformation he had seen in Lupin. It was something more... primal, more natural. But it was no less terrifying to experience.
As his human thoughts slipped further away, the wolf began to rise to the surface. Harry's mind fogged, his senses sharpening. He could smell everything—the damp earth beneath him, the crisp scent of the trees around him, the faint trace of Hermione's scent lingering in the air. His ears twitched as he heard the subtle rustle of leaves, the distant calls of birds, the steady beat of Hermione's heart.
And then, the most overpowering instinct roared through his mind—Turn her. Protect her. She's your mate.
The wolf—larger than any werewolf Hermione had ever seen—rose from the ground, towering over her. His black fur gleamed in the moonlight, his emerald eyes glowing with an intensity that took Hermione's breath away. He was powerful, commanding, a force of nature that couldn't be ignored.
Harry—no, the wolf—stalked toward her, his paws silent against the forest floor. His gaze was locked on her, his instincts screaming at him to claim her, to make her his before another male could.
Hermione didn't flinch. She stood her ground, her heart racing but her eyes steady. "Harry," she whispered, her voice firm but gentle. "I know you won't hurt me."
The wolf stopped inches from her, his snout brushing against her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight, dangerously close to her skin. The urge to bite, to mark her as his, was almost overwhelming. His instincts screamed louder, demanding that he protect her, that he claim her before another could take her from him.
But Hermione lifted a hand, resting it against his snout. "Not yet, Harry," she whispered softly. "You promised—two more years. We'll run together then."
The words pierced through the fog of his mind, a faint flicker of humanity breaking through the overwhelming instincts of the wolf. Slowly, the tension in his massive frame eased. He lowered his head, his glowing green eyes softening as he allowed Hermione's presence to ground him.
Hermione smiled softly, relief washing over her as she stroked his fur. "I'm yours, Harry. But not yet. Remember the promise."
The wolf hesitated for a moment longer before stepping back, his posture less threatening now. Hermione took his massive paw in her hand, leading him back toward the camp. Step by step, she guided him through the forest, her heart still racing, but her faith in Harry unshaken.
Back at the campsite, the fire's gentle crackle was the only sound breaking the stillness of the night. The soft glow bathed the clearing in a warm light as Hermione sat down by the flames, her legs still shaky from the overwhelming experience of witnessing Harry's transformation. The wolf—Harry—curled protectively around her, his massive body pressed against hers, offering both warmth and comfort.
Dan, his face tense with concern, watched them closely from the other side of the fire. "Everything alright?" he asked cautiously, his voice betraying his worry.
Hermione nodded, running her fingers through Harry's fur in a soothing motion. "We're fine," she said softly, her gaze never leaving the wolf beside her. "He's in control."
Dan exhaled deeply, visibly relieved. "Good," he said, giving her a brief smile. "I'll keep watch. Just let me know if you need anything."
As Dan moved away, Hermione turned her attention fully to Harry, her fingers tracing gentle patterns through the sleek black fur. The wolf's massive head rested on her lap, his glowing green eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the fire. There was a sense of peace between them, a quiet understanding that no matter the form, Harry was still him—still the boy she trusted with her life, still the boy she cared for deeply.
Hermione's mind began to drift, lulled by the warmth of the fire and the rhythmic rise and fall of Harry's breathing. As she stroked his fur, an image began to form in her thoughts—vivid, clear, and undeniably real. Her eyes fluttered closed as the vision unfolded before her.
In her mind's eye, she was running—running under the full moon with Harry by her side. The forest was alive around them, the wind rushing through her fur as they raced through the trees, their movements in perfect sync. But it wasn't just the two of them. No, there were others.
She saw them clearly now—four other wolves, their fur gleaming in the moonlight as they ran beside her.
The first was a midnight-black male, his powerful form cutting through the forest like a shadow. He was the leader, the protector, and as Hermione watched him, a sense of recognition washed over her. That's Harry. He was the alpha, the one who guided and watched over the pack, his strength and authority radiating from him like a beacon.
But who were the others?
A small golden-furred female darted between the trees, her energy light and carefree. Hermione felt a fondness toward her, an instinctual understanding that she was the heart of the pack, the one who brought joy and laughter. An omega, she realized.
The next wolf was mid-sized, her white fur shimmering in the moonlight. She watched over the two smaller wolves with a gentle fondness, her presence calming and nurturing. And then there was another smaller black-furred wolf, playful and quick, darting alongside the golden one with equal enthusiasm.
Hermione's heart swelled as she watched them. These weren't just random wolves—they were connected to her, to Harry. A family, she realized. A pack. A future. She was seeing a glimpse of what could be.
The wolves came to a stop in a clearing bathed in moonlight, their heads lifting toward the sky as they began to howl—a deep, harmonious sound that reverberated through the air. The call of the pack, a united voice rising to meet the full moon.
But the vision didn't end there. As the howling faded, the alpha wolf—Harry—broke away from the group, his glowing green eyes locked on her. He moved toward her slowly, his steps deliberate and gentle. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as he nuzzled her, his large snout pressing tenderly against her belly.
Her very pregnant belly.
The realization hit her like a wave, but instead of fear, she felt a deep, overwhelming sense of peace. This wasn't just a vision—it was a promise. A future where she and Harry would be together, where they would have a family, a pack that would run free under the moon. A future where she would belong, not just to Harry, but to something much bigger than herself.
As the vision began to fade, Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and the warmth of the fire once again filled her senses. She glanced down at Harry's wolf form, his head still resting on her lap, his breathing slow and steady. Her hand continued to stroke his fur, but now her thoughts were far from the immediate present.
One day, she thought, her heart swelling with a quiet determination. One day, we'll run together, Harry. I promise.
The wolf's ears twitched, and for a brief moment, his glowing green eyes met hers, as though he understood the depth of her thoughts, the future they would share.
Together, they sat in peaceful silence, the fire crackling softly in the background as the moon rose higher in the sky. And as the night wore on, Hermione knew, with a certainty she hadn't felt before, that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—bound by love, loyalty, and the strength of the pack.
AN: Over 200 follows. That is awesome! Thank you guys so much for reading. Sorry about the delay in my post. I will be lowering my posting schedule to once a week for this story. Here are some responses to reviews.
To bruins35: I don't think I will include Fleur just because she is already a magical creature and thus would not be able to become a werewolf.
To ora1168: As you can see Hermione has absolute faith in Harry and his ability to protect her.
To rlucia25: I like the idea it would be funny to see the relationship between them.