Hermione Granger was in her seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She, Ron, and Harry had just defeated Lord Voldemort that summer, and she was going back for her seventh year, so that she could take the NEWT exams. Like the others, she had taken off Year 7 going Horcrux-hunting. There were still Death Eaters out there, but their numbers were beginning to thin. The Death Eaters that were caught were given a supposedly fair trial, but for most of them, it was just a show trial. In an irony of sorts, Hermione, Harry and Ron had all testified at the trial of on Draco Lucius Malfoy, stating that the young Death Eater and his family haddefected in the midst of the final battle.
Harry and Ron were off at Auror training, and Neville was working with plants in Greece. She wished that they were here. She would at least be with Ginny and Luna, who were taking their seventh year as scheduled. How she was going to get through the year without Ron and Harry was beyond her, but she then thought that without Harry, for once, she might actually have an uneventful year. As she was thinking about Harry and Ron, she thought of all the people that had died to bring down the Dark Lord: Sirius, Remus, Colin Creevey, Fred, Tonks, and all the others that had died in the final battle.
Hermione had an eventful summer. First, she took a trip down to Australia to find her parents, who she had bewitched to think that they were a daughter-less couple named Wendell and Monica Wilkins. She had to use a very complex spell, the Memory-Restoration Spell (Reparatiomemoriae). Then, she started to brew a complex potion that would allow her to see her Animagus form, and eventually transform into the animal. Right before Harry’s 18th birthday, she had taken the potion, and she had been working on her transformation ever since. She now had a perfect transformation.
It was about a week into term. She had the Marauder’s Map and was looking at it when she noticed something strange going on down near the Forbidden Forest. She put on the cloak, took her time-turner, and decided to sneak out of the castle. As she went into the Forest, an animal came flying at her.
“Stupefy!” she shouted. The spell had no damaging consequences to the animal, but instead encouraged the ravaging beast.
She heard the werewolf’s paws approaching rapidly and she tripped over a protruding tree root, landing hard in the freezing snow. She rolled over, facing towards the large gray animal. It growled aggressively at her, trying to see if she was a threat.
Hermione let out a little whimper of fear, but the werewolf took it as a challenge. As she was about to transform, she saw was a flash of sharp teeth before pain ripped through her arm. Hermione gasped in pain and the werewolf lifted her up by her wounded arm and threw her, claws digging deep into the fresh wound.
When she landed, Hermione tried to take back the shout that erupted from her throat. Upon discovering its prey was still alive, the werewolf grabbed her waist, holding on so hard that Hermione felt a few ribs snap under the pressure.
It picked her up easily and flung her into a beech tree nearby. Hermione hit the old tree, the rough bark scratching the back of her head as she slid down the trunk. Ice tinkled down and broke upon her mangled body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
The werewolf approached, probably to eat her. Hermione closed her eyes tight then heard the call of another werewolf in the woods. Forgetting about Hermione, the Dark Creature sped into the Forbidden Forest to join its pack.
Hermione let out a squeak as she felt the blood gushing from her arm. She glanced warily over at it and saw fang-sized holes on her elbow. The bone was snapped and was sticking out at a nauseatingly off angle. The nails of the beast had scratched deeply into the rest of her arm.
She coughed, and then stopped midway, choking as pain clenched her broken rib cage. Perhaps it was the fact that she hit her head too hard. Perhaps Hermione had become overwhelmed with panic. Either way, struck with a sudden desperate idea, Hermione stood shakily and propped herself against the huge tree. Putting her miraculously unharmed Marauders Map and Invisibility Cloak in one hand, Hermione reached in her robes for her Time-Turner. She then spun the device in the hope that she could go back in time to prevent herself from being bitten. The only problem was that broken Time-Turners don’t work properly. The force of the time displacement knocked the young woman unconscious.
When she awoke, she was lying down on her back, looking up at the stars. Hermione, being the clever witch that she is, noticed that the moon phase was slightly off, and the stars, although close to the positions that they had been in before she was knocked out, were incorrect, also. She figured that she must have gone back in time. She noticed that she was right near the Forbidden Forest, so she slowly (and painfully) made her way up to the castle. Fortunately, the front doors were open, so she went in and promptly collapsed. It didn’t take long for Professor Smith to find her. The professor took her up to the Hospital Wing, where Madame Pomfrey started to attend to her.
While she was unconscious, the Matron called the Headmaster about the unusual patient. Madame Pomfrey had discovered three things with Hermione: an invisibility cloak (which didn’t work well, the matron thought), a old bit of parchment that she was sure that she had seen before, and a Time-Turner. When the Headmaster saw these items, he noted that they were very odd. Another odd thing was that none of the protective enchantments around the grounds had warned him about the girl, so somehow she must have already been on the grounds. The headmaster also noticed that she was wearing Gryffindor robes with a Head Girl badge on them.
When Hermione woke up, she saw a very unexpected, but familiar face looking down at her.
“Hello, there,” said Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.
“Hello, professor,” responded Hermione. “I have one question, though. What’s the date?”
“The date, my young witch? It is 31 August 1977. Who are you, and when are you from?”
“My name is Hermione Granger, from the year 1998. My friends and I (Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom) have just defeated the Dark Lord known as Voldemort, and I was going back to complete my education.”
“Well, Ms. Granger, I’m afraid that Madame Pomfrey has some distressing news for you,” the Headmaster said. “You have lycanthropy, and are now a werewolf.”
“I’m a werewolf? But that’s my Animagus form! I must have gotten bitten before I transformed!”
“Your Animagus form? Very interesting. To help you cope with this new challenge, fortunately, there is another werewolf here at Hogwarts. You say the one who defeated the Dark Lord was named ‘Potter’? Well, the werewolf in this time period is a friend of a Potter. James Charles Potter. The werewolf’s name is …”
Together, Hermione and Albus said “Remus Lupin.”
CHAPTER TWO COMING OUT SOON!