Rating: G

Summery: I'd wondered what happens to muggle werewolves, and this is my answer to that. This takes place at the beginning of July after the stuff that happens in OotP. (Warning: this is a very random story.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, which is the property of J.K. Rowling. The Warner Bros own the movie rights, but as I base this solely on the books, I'm not infringing on them. The hospital and the Healers are Rowling's; Chandra and Ms. Paleo are mine.

*******Chapter 1*******

Chandra Loup looked up at the ceiling. There were some crystal bubbles floating in the middle of it, and they seemed to be the room's lights, but that couldn't be right. Crystal bubbles typically did not give off light, and they never floated. She must be hallucinating. Yes that was it - she must have hit her head on something, and now the injury was causing her to hallucinate. That would also explain her headache, and why she didn't know how she'd got here or even where "here" was.

She tried to remember what had happened.

She'd snuck out and gone for a walk in the park near her house. She remembered looking up and seeing a full moon - that's why she'd gone for the walk in the first place. Moonlight always made her feel peaceful. Then out of nowhere this huge black thing, she'd assumed it was a stray dog because what else could it be?, had leaped out from behind a tree and tried to bite her leg off. It had only gotten in two chomps when she'd hit it in the side of the head with her right hand - the one with Granny's silver ring on it - and had cut it slightly with the ring, causing it to whimper and run off. Then she'd passed out.

"Ah, that's it," she thought in relief, "when I passed out, from shock or whatever, I must have hit my head on a rock and that's now causing me to see things floating in the middle of the ceiling." Happy that she'd solved one mystery at least, she tried to sit up and look around. This proved to be a bad idea, as it caused her head to pound even more furiously than before. She collapsed back down with a groan.

Evidently, someone heard her, because almost immediately there was a man's face hovering over her. "How are you feeling?" the face asked anxiously.

"My head hurts and I'm hallucinating," Chandra said perfectly calmly. "Where am I?"

The face frowned. "Hallucinating? You shouldn't be. What is it that makes you think that?"

"Crystal bubbles don't float," Chandra said, pointing at them.

The face looked at the ceiling, then back. "But those are just - oh." A look of shocked comprehension spread over the face. "You're not - you're a mu- er, one of those, I see...um, just a minute, alright?"

"Alright." Chandra settled back down and dozed off again.

When she woke up for the second time, there were two men's faces hovering over her. "Can you sit up?" the new face asked. "Only, I need to explain some things to you and it would be easier for us to talk if you were upright."

"I tried," Chandra said. "It makes my headache worse."

The new face turned to the first one. "Pye, could you please fetch the headache cure?"

"Yes, Sir!" The Pye-face left. A few minutes later it reappeared again, along with a hand holding a spoon. The hand put the spoon in Chandra's mouth and something vile-tasting went down her throat, causing her headache to disappear. Chandra sat up.

She was in a small, narrow room, with dark oak walls and only one window. Most of the light came from the crystal bubbles, which still insisted on impossibly floating. There were several beds in the room, only one of which besides hers was occupied. The person in it looked rather green. Chandra saw that the two faces were attached to bodies dressed in lime green - dresses? dressing gowns? with a crossed bone and stick symbol over their hearts.

"Am I in a hospital?" she asked. "It's a very strange one."

The older man (the second face) sighed slightly. "Yes, you are in a hospital. That's part of what I have to explain to you. You're not in an ordinary hospital."

"I'm not in a looney bin, am I?" Chandra asked, this possibility having just occurred to her. Maybe the floating bubbles and men in dresses were signs of a deranged mind.

The older man smiled slightly while Pye shook his head vigorously. "No, don't worry about that. How shall I put this?" He paused to think. "Miss -?"

"Loup. Chandra Loup."

"Miss Loup, do you believe in magic?"

Chandra laughed. "Not since I was a gullible five-year-old. I've got a nutty friend who does, though. Keeps insisting it's all around us if only we look right."

The man looked serious. "Well then, Miss Loup, the first thing I need to explain to you is that your friend is right. Magic is all around you if only you look right."

"I don't get you."

He waved a hand at the ceiling. "Those bubbles, for example, are not hallucinations, as Mr Pye informs me you believe, but are held up there by magic."

"You mean 'magic' as in an actual spell? Like in wizards and stuff in fantasy books?"

"I mean precisely that."

"I'm sorry, but April Fool's Day was three months ago."

"I am not joking, Miss Loup. How can I convince you? For I am afraid that I will have to convince you, or you will not believe the rest of what I have to explain to you."

Pye had been nodding and shaking his head very energetically with every statement of the other man's. Now the older man said over his shoulder, "Pye, it's been an hour - please give Ms Paleo her potion."

"Yes, Sir!" and Pye practically bounded across the room to the green person's side.

"Talking about potions and stuff isn't going to convince me of anything," Chandra said, cynically. "And where am I?"

"You won't believe me, but you are at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries; the dangerous bites ward."

"You're right. I don't believe you."

"Would it convince you if I did some magic in front of you? Nothing big, obviously, as we can't disturb other patients."

"It might."

The man took a long, thin stick out of his pocket. "Papilio!" Several butterflies streamed out of the end of the stick.

Chandra shook her head. "Sorry, but those could easily have been up your sleeves. You do have rather baggy sleeves."

The man frowned in annoyance. "We do not have time to play games, but as you must accept magic before you will understand..." he pointed his stick at her, "Commulatus Coloris!"

Chandra saw her hands turn bright pink with purple spots. She pulled up her sleeves, and saw that the colour change spread all the way up her arms, and she was willing to bet the rest of her looked like that too.

Chandra's eyes bulged. "Wow! Okay, you've got me convinced. Could you, um, change me back now, please?"

"Reconcilio Coloris!"

"Thanks. Er, who are you, anyway?"

"Your welcome. I am Hippocrates Smethwyck, the healer in charge, and that," he jerked his head at Pye over by the green woman, "is Augustus Pye, the trainee healer."

"Okay, but what the heck am I doing in a magical hospital?"

"Well, I'm afraid Miss Loup that you were...well, bitten by a werewolf last night. You are lucky he ran off before he killed you."

"You're telling me werewolves exist?"

"Yes."

"And I was bitten by one?"

"Yes."

"But wouldn't that mean that I..it would mean I..." She couldn't bring herself to say it. But she didn't have to - Healer Smethwyck said it for her.

"Yes, Miss Loup - it would mean that you are now a werewolf yourself."

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A.N: Another chapter at least, maybe more coming. I'm not sure where this is going, like I said in the summery, I'm just trying to figure out what happens to muggle werewolves (I mean, you obviously can't memory charm them when they transform once a month, can you?) About names: Chandra means "moon" (I'm not sure where it's from, I've got friend named that, which is how I know), and "Loup" is French for wolf, so together it's "moon-wolf", which is a way of saying werewolf. "Paleo" just means old, because the patient is an old lady. This is the second version of this chapter - in the first one, he only did the butterfly spell, and it was pointed out to me that even a mild sceptic would need more convincing than that. As accepting magic is a fairly major part of the story, I overrode my lazier instincts and fixed it. I don't think anyone would be sceptical after turning colours, so I'm not going to change it again. All Latin for spells courtesy of the Latin translating site www.nd.edu/~archives/latgramm.htm