Chapter 12: Delphinieae (Aconitum)

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Sirius felt awful. Remus hadn't spoken to them in nearly a week. Every letter he, James and Peter had written had been promptly returned unopen, and Remus' fire grate had been filled to the brim with ash and incense, making it impossible for them to call him through the floo without being overcome with a violent round of sneezing (Sirius quickly discovered that he was particularly sensitive to the lavender incense sticks). Remus wasn't even giving them a chance to apologise.

He glanced at James and Peter sitting beside him with sullen frowns and taut lips. A game of wizard chess sat between them, long forgotten as the knights shouted and hollered, trying to stab their fingers with toothpick lances.

"What are you all doing just sitting here?" Lily called out, hanging her bag on its designated hook in the entrance hall, "Quidditch season is starting soon, I thought you would have been looking at the programs by now."

She cleared her way into the room. Harry and his new girlfriend, Ginny, not far behind. Sirius shrugged half-heartedly in response, so Lily turned to her husband.

"Remus is ignoring us."

Lily rolled her eyes at him, "Well of course he is. I told you not to meddle with his love life. Hadn't I told you before after you spread those awful rumours about Harry when he was in school?"

Harry turned slightly pink and his girlfriend smirked at him. Sirius couldn't hold back a chuckle at his godson's expense.

"Sorry, mate," James offered sheepishly.

"Doesn't matter." Harry said quickly, changing the subject, "What are you going to do?"

"What is there to do? We just have to wait for Remus to talk to us again," Peter piped up, "He's forgiven us for worse."

Sirius sneered at him, "Yeah, but that time resulted in having Snivellus pretending we didn't exist. I don't think he wanted Hermione to ignore him."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Why don't you just try apologising to Hermione then?"

"How's that going to help?" Sirius asked smarmily.

"Because she's the one that probably deserves an apology the most," she snapped.

Lily nodded and waved her hand as if she was scolding a group of toddlers, "Maybe if you explain to Hermione why you all were acting so childishly she'd be willing to meet Remus?"

"Hey, yeah! And she could convince Remus to forgive us!" James burst out, jumping to his feet.

Sirius' eyes lit up, "That's brilliant, Prongs! Why didn't we think of that?"

"James, you're a genius!" Peter crowed.

Lily and Ginny scowled.

"Come on," Sirius pounced for the door, "She should be at the university today!"

He strode out into the small garden, hopping down the steps and, snatching James and Peters' arms, Apparated away.

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The trio arrived with a sharp crack off to the side of one of the older buildings right into a rough patch of underbrush. They all glared down at the prickly bushes in disdain before trampling their way onto the main walking path, pulling loose thorns and twigs off the hems of their trousers.

The university grounds were teeming with people; a mix of both young and old strode their way from building to building, talking and laughing or walking with their heads stuck in the depths of a textbook. Many clutched paper cups filled with a liquid which gave off a heady scent that reminded Sirius of Pepper-Up Potion. Others were walking around aimlessly with little wired cords jabbed into their ears as they bobbed their heads along.

"Right, so where do we go?" James asked.

Sirius strode toward a gaggle of girls who were sitting at a picnic table, talking loudly, "Excuse me, but do any of you know where Hermione is?"

"Hermione? Who's that?" scoffed a dark-haired girl, "I've never heard of her."

A blonde rolled her eyes, "Of course you do. You had Introductory Chemistry with her. They're talking about 'Know-It-All Granger'. You know, the teacher's pet?"

"Oh, of course," sneered the first girl, haughtily tossing her hair over her shoulder, "I don't know where she is. My best guess would be the labs in Building Eight. That's where she spends most of her time – I heard she sleeps under the tables just to make sure she's first to the lectures!"

The girls fell into peals of laughter so shrill that it made one boy passing by drop his textbook in fright. Sirius and the others frowned at the cackling group.

"C'mon," James muttered as the girls twittered wildly with slanderous accusations that got more and more outlandish, "Let's just go."

The three of them made their way through the court toward a tall building with the number eight painted on the door. They scoured the floors, peering their head through classroom windows trying to catch a glimpse of Hermione's messy head of hair. Sirius had laughed at Peter's horrified expression after they had caught sight of someone performing a dissection on a rat, but he was quick to fall silent when they stumbled across a canine neutering.

Finally, on the third floor, they spotted a girl sitting alone in what looked like their old Potions classroom. There were vials and tubes in every direction, with brightly colours concoctions bubbling away over contained flames. Hermione was dressed in a white robe and gloves, her hair tied up in an untidy bun, peering rather intensely through a curious-looking pair of omnioculars down at a small plate of glass.

Sirius gave the door a quick tap. Hermione jumped on the spot, her bun falling lopsided. She stared at him, James and Peter for a long moment, who waved cheerily gesturing for her to unlock the door, but she scowled darkly and shoved her head back into her omnioculars.

Sirius knocked louder this time. She refused to look up.

"Oh, sod it. We've already gotten this far." Sirius said, whipping out his wand and muttering a quick 'Alohamora'´under his breath. The door clicked open and the three of them stepped inside.

Hermione glanced up again, her frown darkening as they strode toward her, "What are you doing here? How did you get in? That door was locked!" before they could reply, she burst out, "It doesn't matter – just get out! I don't want to talk to you!"

"But—!" Peter sputtered.

"If you don't leave right this instant I'm calling for security. It's amazing they even allowed you on campus!"

James looked baffled, "We just want to talk—"

"Security!" Hermione screeched, leaping out of her seat, "Security! I need you to escort—!"

"Silencio!"

Just as quickly as she started yelling, Hermione stopped. Her mouth kept moving furiously but no sound escaped it. A mixture of horror and dread flooded Hermione, her hands leaping to her throat.

James let out a curse, "Wormtail! Are you mad?"

Peter stood with his wand held out in front of him, pointed at Hermione, who was still gaping like a fish, trying and failing to get any sound to escape.

"I-I… she was yelling, and I j-just wanted a moment s-so we c-c-could explain…" he stuttered out.

"So you silenced her? With magic?" Sirius bellowed, raking his hands furiously through his hair, "Peter! If anyone at the Ministry hears about this—!"

But Sirius didn't get the chance to say anything else as an empty beaker flew past his ear, shattering against the wall behind him. A set of vials quickly followed, forcing him to duck.

"Merlin! Apparently shutting her up makes her even more dangerous!"

Hermione yanked off one of her shoes and hurled it at James who barely dodged out of the way, causing it to smack against Peter's temple who tumbled to the ground. She snatched her satchel off the seat next to her and swung it at Sirius, catching him heavily in the ribs with a pained "Oof!". Her other shoe came in contact with James, dislodging his glasses.

"Stop!" wheezed Sirius, gripping his sides, "Stop it! We. Just. Want. To. Talk."

She raised her bag to hit him again. Without thinking he dropped onto all fours against the linoleum tiles. He felt the hairs on his head thicken and spread into a coarse fur, his bones stretching and warping and his clothes disappeared, replaced with four legs and long bristly tail.

In a few short seconds Sirius was gone, replaced by a great hulking dog.

Hermione dropped the bag where it hit the floor with a dull thud, an encyclopaedia tumbling out.

"Oh, great work, Sirius. That'll really clear things up." James grouched. Sirius growled softly at him in return, padding his way over to the girl and wagging his tail at her.

Hermione stared down at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

"Erm, well I suppose you'd like to know what's going on..." James mumbled, wringing his wrists nervously.

"We're animagi!" Peter piped up unhelpfully.

"Hush up!" James hissed, before turning back to Hermione, "I mean, we are animagi, which means—"

"Sirius can turn into a dog!"

"—No! I mean, yes. He can turn into a dog, but we can also—"

"I can turn into a rat. And James is a deer!"

James flung his hands into the air, "It's a stag! Not a deer. There's a difference!"

"No there isn't. One just a—"

Sirius gave a sharp bark, making James and Peter jump. The shaggy dog tossed his head at Hermione's direction, who was standing rigidly in the same spot.

"Hermione?" James asked. He turned to Sirius, "Why isn't she saying anything?"

"Maybe she's gone into shock?" Peter suggested.

Hermione rolled her eyes then, furiously tapping at her throat.

James blushed, "Oh, right," He turned to Hermione and said in a patient voice, "Now, I'm going to take the spell off now, but you have to promise not to hit us, all right?"

Hermione stood there for a long moment, before reluctantly nodding her head.

"Good," James said, relieved. With a swish of his wand, the spell was broken. Immediately, Hermione's hand lashed out, striking Peter across the face.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"That was for cursing me!"

She smacked Sirius next, who yipped loudly, "And that is for tricking me into thinking you were a dog!"

James was last, not quite fast enough to dodge, "What did I do?"

"I don't know, but you probably deserved it!"

"You promised not to hit us!" James complained loudly.

"I never verbally agreed," She replied snootily.

Sirius transformed back onto his two feet, rubbing at his sore cheek, "Will you listen to us now?"

Hermione looked surprised to see him change back so quickly, and said in a slightly uneven tone, "I'm not going to apologise for hitting you. You have all been rather horrible to me."

"I suppose that's fair," James conceded, ignoring Sirius's outraged squawk and Peter's feeble whimper of disappointment.

"So," Hermione looked at Sirius square in the eye, "How did you do it?"

"Do what?" He asked stupidly.

She rolled her eyes, "Change into a dog, of course."

"W-well, like James w-w-was saying, we're all animagi—" Peter stuttered, but Hermione just waved him off with an impatient hand.

"Yes, yes, I heard all that," she huffed impatiently, "But I want to know how you did it?"

Sirius grinned, "Do you believe in magic?"

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The Three Broomsticks was bustling with people, laughing loudly and clinking tankards and sending butterbeer sloshing across the already sticky tables and floors. It was one of the more popular locations for the Hogwarts students, other than the sweet shop further down the street.

After spending nearly fifteen minutes wrangling for an empty table, Remus found himself squashed into the farthest corner of the room, tapping on his empty tankard and refusing to budge in case he lost his seat. More than one student had approached him asking if they could use the spare seats but he guiltily turned them away claiming he was waiting for his friends. James and the others were supposed to be here by now.

After weeks of giving his friends the cold shoulder, ignoring their owls and dousing their fire calls with pales of water, he had finally relented. He had never been that good at holding grudges, and there was only so many letters he could burn before people started questioning why his fireplace always seemed so full.

Besides, as annoying as they were, Remus missed them.

But no matter how much he missed them didn't excuse them for being late. Swilling the last dregs of butterbeer in his glass he huffed impatiently, sitting the glass down with a firm thump. He didn't have time to wait around for Sirius, James and Peter – he had both the fourth and sixth years' essays to grade before Monday, not to mention preparing the first years' practical on Clabberts. Even just the thought of all the work sent a headache trilling through his brain.

He had a knapsack with him where he had stuffed a few of his students' assignments that he could get a head-start on, but most of the bag was stuffed to the brim with some much more precious documents that he didn't have the heart to throw away.

"Excuse me—" came a voice.

"Sorry," said Remus gruffly, not looking up from his tankard, frustration seeping into his voice, "You can't have this table. I'm waiting for someone."

"I know," the voice replied, pulling out the chair opposite and seating themselves primly.

Remus' head snapped up to tell whoever it was off, only for his words lodged halfway up his throat. Sitting opposite him, hair in its regular disarray and eyes bright and curious, was Hermione Granger.

"Hello," she said, almost shyly.

"H-Hermione," Remus squeaked out in a voice quite unlike his own, all thoughts of his friends and work fleeing his head. "I… What are you doing here?"

Hermione shrugged, carefully placing her own tankard of butterbeer onto a coaster, "Your friends helped me. It was a rather large struggle to get into Hogsmeade – apparently, the whole town has been bewitched to stop muggle tourists from just wandering in. I'll admit, all of this is giving me a bit of a migraine."

The air escaped from Remus's lungs in a sharp whoosh as he hissed out, "You know about magic?"

She nodded enthusiastically, "Sirius told me."

"Sirius told you?" Remus was flabbergasted.

"James and Peter as well, of course. It took me a little while to properly get my head around it, but eventually, they explained everything to me."

Swallowing thickly, Remus whispered, "Did they… did they tell you anything about… About me? About… you know what?"

He watched the cogs whir in her mind before a soft smile blossomed on her lips, "Yes."

They were silent for a long time, Hermione taking sips of her butterbeer. Thoughts and emotions were swirling around in Remus' head like one of Snape's more sickly concoctions. Elation and fear and happiness and terror whipped through his mind, positively sending him reeling in his chair.

Hermione glanced up from her drink, a look of concern apparent on her face, "Remus? Are you all right?"

He tried to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth, but could only offer a weak nod of his head. But Hermione saw straight through it, placing her glass on the table and pushing her chair out. The smile had fallen from her face as she reached for her clutch.

"I'm sorry. I told the others that this wasn't a good idea. I'll just go—"

"No!" Remus nearly leapt across the table, snatching at her hands with his own and almost sent her tumbling back into her seat. Embarrassed, he yanked his hands back and stared hard at his bitten cuticles. He could feel eyes him and he caught more than one student leaning over to whisper behind their hands and giggling.

Slowly, Hermione lowered herself into her chair and leant across the table to place her own nail-bitten hand on top of his own. Once again, all the air escaped his lungs at once, leaving him feeling dizzy.

Hermione licked her lips before saying carefully, "Do you want to get out of here? I'd love to have a tour of Hogsmeade. Sirius recommended the Shrieking Shack."

"Of course he did," he muttered darkly, feeling the back of his neck heat up.

Hermione tugged at his hand and Remus couldn't help but follow her out the door of the Three Broomsticks away from leering, curious eyes.

"Now," Hermione said firmly, her eyes flitting back and forth excitedly as students dashed past, pockets full of jokes and sweets, "Where should we go first? I can't say I've ever visited a wizarding community, so I want to see everything."

Remus let out a soft chuckle as he proffered a hand down toward the south side of the street. Hermione tugged on his hand again and the two of them made their way down the cobblestone path as she shot rapid-fire questions at him about everything and anything magic.

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They visited the Post Office, Gladrags Wizardwear and Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, before purposely striding past Madam Puddifoot's (which Hermione had loudly scoffed at, earning more than a few sharp glares from the lovesick patrons making their way inside) until they reached an audacious building coloured in gaudy shades of magenta and burnt orange. The sign proudly read 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes' in bold letters that flashed in different colours every time one of them blinked.

"What an eyesore," Hermione stated. She felt a little overwhelmed as they sat on a bench opposite the store, watching what she supposed were a pair of third years dash in and out with mischievous grins. With a deep breath, she turned from a display of joke wands in the window and asked, "So… what do you like to do?"

"I enjoy moonlight strolls," Remus said matter-of-factly.

Hermione choked out a snort of laughter. Remus turned a soft shade of pink.

"I really do," he maintained, "Up until recently I've never been able to admire the moon when it was full. I've always had to hide away from others, pretend that I didn't exist..."

Hermione sobered, tightening her grip on his hand and gave him a smile, "Well, I for one am very glad you exist. I wouldn't be anywhere near as happy as I am now if you weren't here. Your friends on the other hand..."

She expected a polite laugh or a muttered "thank you" from Remus, but when she looked up, she found him just staring at her, not moving. She felt naked under the searching eyes that roamed her face as if they were trying to memorise every crease, every freckle, every individual eyelash. She oddly didn't feel embarrassed when the pale brown met with her own, frowning slightly with what looked like apprehension.

She leant forward to wipe his forehead free of the creases that threatened to mar his already scarred skin, when a firmness set in his eyes and, with only the slightest hesitation, he swooped down to press his lips against hers.

Remus swallowed her squeak of surprise as he pressed softly against her. His hand sending a shock of static running down her spine as it travelled from where she had clasped it, up the length of her arm, momentarily teasing the skin just under the short sleeve of her blouse, before coming to rest on the junction of her neck, fingers playing soothing patterns across the base of her skull like a skilled pianist.

Hermione allowed her eyes to fall shut as his lips became more insistent, causing a pressure she had never felt before start to grow inside her chest. She could hear her heart beating in her ears, and, without any true sense of propriety – not caring that they were in the middle of the street where anyone could walk by – she began to move with the kiss, happily feeling him shove her mouth even harder to his, urging her to keep kissing back.

She was astounded. This man (for he truly was by all accounts a man) wanted her; brainy, unsociable Hermione Granger. With a grin that threatened to break the kiss, Hermione raised her own arms to rest on his shoulders, carelessly splaying her hands through his hair as she twisted her head and sharply bit his bottom lip.

Remus pulled his face back in surprise, making Hermione giggle at the expression.

"What? Are werewolves all bark and no bite?" she asked.

Remus just shook his head good-naturedly and leant in for another kiss—

Only to be stopped by raucous hooting and wolf-whistling. Hermione glanced up and, for a brief moment, thought that Remus's kiss had sent her into such a tizzy that she was seeing double, only to discover that she was staring up into the cheeky grins of an oddly dressed pair of red-headed twins in the doorway of the hideous joke shop.

Remus scowled, hand still tangled in the hair at the base of her skull, "What do you two want?"

The one standing on the left gave a mocking bow, "Just wanted to congratulate our ex-professor on his achievement of finally getting a girlfriend. You've won us twenty galleons, you know?"

The one on the right copied his brother, bending low at the waist, "Everyone else thought Snape was going to get a date before you. Gotta say that you've certainly taken your daily serving of Felix Felicis with this one!"

Hermione gave a despondent growl as she removed her own hands out of Remus's hair, "I do speak Latin, you know, and I assure you I'm not some sort of lottery pickings."

The twins straightened and blinked at one another, "What's Latin?"

"It's what you were just speaking—! Oh, never mind."

Remus, still looking rather put-out, motioned to the two boys who couldn't be more than a few years older than herself, "Hermione, meet Fred and George."

George waggled a finger in Remus's face, "Nuh-uh, wrong again, Professor. I'm George and he's Fred."

"Am I?' Fred asked, stupefied.

Remus rolled his eyes as if he was in pain, "Come on," he motioned to Hermione, leaving the two brothers to bicker over who was who.

They travelled further up the street, passing by shops that sold the most peculiar wares. Hermione stopped in front of each window to stare amazedly at the bits and bobs inside. They spent over an hour in the second-hand bookstore and Remus had to bribe her with another butterbeer to stop her from buying a book called The Monster Book of Monsters that had been seated in a window with a thick strap of leather strapped around it and growled whenever someone passed by.

They continued to walk up the street, the cobblestone path slowly turning to dirt as the shops began to peter out. Right at the end, she spotted a grubby-looking pub called The Hog's Head and Hermione was secretly glad when Remus passed it without stopping.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as they veered off the dirt trail.

Remus smiled sadly, "You'll see, it's right up ahead."

The rounded a corner and Hermione was introduced to what appeared to be a decrepit old house with the windows boarded up. A large fence surrounded the building, and old signs littered the overgrown path leading to the front door, warning people to 'keep away' and 'danger'.

Remus ignored the signs, clambering over the fence into the yard. Hermione gave a surprised squeak, "What are you doing?"

He offered a hand to her and gave her a grin that didn't quite meet his eyes, "I have something to show you."

She hesitated before she squeezed her way through the slats of the fence, not wanting to risk twisting an ankle if she jumped over. Remus led her up the pathway, ignoring the foreboding signs. The wind picked up, causing Hermione to wrap her arms around herself to fight off the shiver that ran down her spine. There was a sharp crack that made her whirl on the spot. Remus was yanking off the boards blockading the entrance door.

"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed again, glancing around to check if anyone has seen but the grounds were empty, "You can't do that! It's breaking and entering!"

"Don't worry about it," Remus replied, still mimicking a false cheer as he twisted the doorknob, "No one is around to see us."

Hermione gave him a severe look before following him into the house, "I hope you know if we get caught—"

The words died on her lips as the stepped into the parlour. The house was in ruins like a hurricane had swept through and destroyed everything in its path. Deep, four-pronged gouges ran across the walls and floors, and Hermione spotted a support beam that had been torn to shreds. She glided further into the house, finding furniture torn to shreds and the fireplace in the living room nothing but a pile of broken bricks. There was a trap-door by the fire, covered in large footprints left from the soot, like a dog's, but much larger.

"Let's go upstairs," Remus said in a hushed tone that was too loud for the quiet. The false smile was gone, replaced with a look of apprehension. Hermione nodded and timidly followed him up the staircase, cautious of the banister that sat in splinters across the ground floor.

The hallway leading to the rooms were no better than the rest. Barren of any furniture or photographs, the house was cold and terrifying, even with the soft grey light of Scotland's afternoons weakly sifting through the cracks of the windows. Remus led her to a room at the end of the hall and carefully opened the door. It once could have been considered a bedroom, but the bed had been gutted, and its frame a twisted pile of metal. The walls had the same marks as the rest of the house.

Both curious and apprehensive, Hermione raised a hand and splayed her fingers out against the closest wall, "Are these claw marks?"

Remus didn't say anything. There was a look of agony on his face as he glanced anywhere but at her. Hermione turned back to the wall, tracing a finger down the long, jagged marking, "What could have done this? A bear?"

"Me."

Hermione turned to stare at Remus, "I beg your pardon?"

"It was me. I did this."

Hermione looked down at his hands with their neat fingernails and calloused thumbs that were clenched tightly into fists, "You mean when you…"

"Yes," he said shortly, still not looking at her, "I just wanted to show you what I was capable of before we… before you…" He seemed to struggle for words before he said resolutely, "I just wanted you to understand what kind of monster I was before you…"

Hermione snorted then, "You're the farthest thing from a monster," she spat, "In fact, I think you were incredibly brave."

"Brave?" Remus twisted on the spot to stare at her incredulously, "You think cowering in fear of the full moon in the Shrieking Shack is brave?"

"Yes. I think taking the risk of coming to school, despite everything I've heard about werewolves and the discrimination they go through, is incredibly brave, and to come here by yourself and suffer through… all of this," she waved her arms out at the room, "I think that act of bravery surely defines you more than what you changed into once a month."

He didn't look like he believed her, so Hermione mustered up all of her courage and whispered out, "I… I wouldn't care if you were still a werewolf, Remus. I think that I would like you just as much as I do now… and I like you a lot. Even with your weird, nosy, stalking friends."

Remus let out a gruff laugh at that, finally turning to look Hermione in the eye, a dull glimmer of hope in them.

"I really like you, Remus. Werewolf or not, I don't think that stops you from being as witty or as smart, or even how much of a good person you are."

The glimmer had transformed into a veil of confidence, and Remus strode over to Hermione, wrapping his arms around her, "You really don't mind?" he huffed in her ear.

"Not in the slightest."

He ducked his head, trying to hide the dopey grin that was quickly spreading across his face, "You are by far one of the most amazing, ingenious, wonderful people I've met, Hermione."

He could feel the heat in her cheeks heighten as he brushed his own up against it, "Not hardly," she muttered, embarrassed. "All I did was jab you with a serum that I wasn't even sure would work."

But Remus was already shaking his head, pulling out a stack of crumpled paper from the knapsack that dangled off his shoulder, "No, you really are. What you've done for me – for werewolves – is so much more than anyone's ever done for centuries. You've changed history, Hermione Granger – both muggle and wizarding."

His words flew over Hermione's head in her excitement to see her thesis papers again – slightly soggy at the corners and some of the ink unreadable, but there, "My notes!"

Remus offered the papers to her, "It was very good. I needed a dictionary for most of it, I'll admit. Sorry for all the slobber, Sirius got a bit too excited."

Hermione just shook her head. Most of her scribbled markings were still legible despite the water stains, and not a single scrap of paper was missing. Hermione nearly shouted in glee as she launched herself into Remus's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck as she chanted "thank you," into the breast of his coat over and over. He smelled like pine trees.

Reluctantly, she pulled away, a smile painted so wide across her face she was worried she was going to crack some of her teeth (her parents would not have been happy about that). Remus looked a little dazed. An odd, soft smile hinting at the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you," Hermione heaved out exhaustedly a final time, her jaw aching in happiness, too overwhelmed to consider being embarrassed.

"'S no problem," Remus told the ground, flushed before he lifted his eyes to meet hers, determination setting in that piercing pale stare. He offered an arm out to her, "You know, you might not be able to do magic, but have you ever considered potioneering? I think you'd have a talent for it."

Hermione laughed, linking her own with the dashing man's, "We'll see."

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THE UNITED KINGDOM PATENT AND TRADEMARK OFFICE

Vaccine Patent Application (Pharmaceuticals)

TITLE: Aconitum Lyssavirus Genus vaccine

INVENTOR: Hermione Jean Granger

CONTENTS: Amphotericin B; β-Propiolactone; Chlortetracycline; Neomycin; Ovalbumin; Potassium Glutamate; Albumin; MRC-5 Cells; Sodium Ethylenediaminetetraacetic Acid (ETDA); Polygeline (processed bovine gelatine); Neomycin Sulfate; Aconitum (Wolfsbane).

PATENT REQUEST: Granted

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I hope you all enjoyed. This was just a cute story I had been mulling over for a couple of years and thought I should finish it. Would love to hear your thoughts and ideas on the story and hopefully I made you laugh a little along the way.