AN- Can anyone guess who Faina is based on? In my imagination she looks just like this peron; from a popular tv show. . . On Netflix...

AN-2- READ ME! Thank you so much to everyone that's followed this story and favourited it! I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long. I was pregnant and for some reason the muse just completely left me :-/ now my son (Roronoa Patrick(Roar-oh-Noah) is almost two months old and I finally feel like writing again! This chapter is only half as long as it was meant to be I'm sorry! Pt two to be posted soon!

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Chapter Five

Stalemate; Part 1

"Money is of no object to the wizard we're dealing with..." started Arthur, slowly unsheathing his wand.

"Oblivate!" shouted Arthur at the most opportune second, just as Mrs. Granger opened her eyes and Mr. Granger was too nonplussed to react he wiped their memories.

"Blimey, that escalated quickly." Arthur said, looking completely beside himself.

The spell had been exceedingly powerful, probably because Arthur had panicked; Mr. and Mrs. Granger were completely knocked out and drooling.

"We need to act quickly, I'd like to have everything set up before they wake up. Check Mr. Granger's pockets for a wallet, I'll need his bank card and I want you to modify the names on their ID's. Er. . .Hermione had several possible names written down, use the names Wendall and Monika Wilkins."

Arthur took a deep breath, looking rather uncomfortable he patted the pockets of his friends muggle attire looking for the square leather pouch he had seen John pull out several times. Harry meanwhile felt much less awkward as he pawed through their drawers for their passports.

In Harry's mind this couldn't be too personal, it wasn't that he didn't care about the Granger's it was more that he knew how important this was to his female bestfriend, and therefore felt the need to be as careful and meticulous as Hermione would be.

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Five days until the full moon.

Five days; then Hermione would know her fate.

As she lie alone in the Alpha's bed, unable to sleep the number seemed to pace and forth across her mind. Keeping her awake.

Though she kept herself busy in the kitchen with Faina and in the gardens with Josephine her brain was keeping constant countdown. It successfully kept her from becoming relaxed though she was comfortable enough to know she was in no physical danger.

At least until the Alpha returned.

Calling him Alpha had become a sort of a coping device for the young wandless witch. With the way the pack seemed to revere him so long as she didn't picture his face she could quell the fear she felt when she thought of his imminent return.

When he did return she would find another way to cope. She didn't know what else to do. Without her wand she felt completely helpless and if she was being honest with herself she had no desire to harm any of the pack members she had met.

Hermione hadn't ever held bias against werewolves, she had naturally been frightened when she had discovered Lupins big secret in third year. Once she had calmed down enough to think it through she realized he was safe, he had been there half a year by the time she fit all the pieces together and no one had been hurt, or even in danger.

Until Professor Snape neglected to give him his Wolfsbane Potion. . . Witnessing Professor Lupins transformation was possibly one of the most horrifying memories Hermione had, she'd had nightmares about in several occasions,

In just five more days Hermione would once again experience the terror firsthand, on a much larger scale. Even if by some miracle she didn't go through the transformation all the friendly werepeople in this pack would become mindless werewolves. She didn't know which she preferred; being a werewolf or being the only human amidst an entire clan of wolves.

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"Your names are Wendall and Monika Wilkins, you have no children and no family aside from each other. You are packed and about to retire to Australia. These cashier cheques contain your life savings you will purchase a small home in Kalgoorlie and find easy part time jobs. Here are your tickets, a taxi will be here in ten minutes to take you to the airport. You don't know either of us, we're just travel agents. Good luck." Harry said, greying not to betray his emotions at the end of his long speech.

He hid it well, nodding at Mr. Weasley and turning to exit. Arthur gave his friends one last long look before following Harry out of their lives.

The pair returned to The Burrow without speaking. Though they didn't yet realize it the experience had deepened their bond. Molly and Arthur shared a significant look when they entered the house, Some unspoken agreement seemed to have been forged the two went to bed murmuring goodnight to the family.

Ron wasn't speaking to anyone, when Harry attempted to talk to him he blatantly ignored him and walked upstairs. Ron would come around in his own time, for now he needed his space. With a resigned sigh Harry headed towards the living room, picking up a hard pillow he flopped down onto the small sofa. Wishing for the first time that it was just an ordinary summer; Dumbledore alive and doing whatever it was he did during the summers, him at the Dursley's anxiously awaiting the next school year.

Harry didn't even know where the Dursleys were, they were safe and that was all he cared to know. Hermione was gone, very likely dead. In the back of his mind, through all the different tragedies that had taken place in the last couple weeks Harry was still focused on his most important task. The Horcruxes. He had to destroy them no matter what.