Author Notes: Okay, Potterheads, this idea is a bit insane. It came to me about six months ago and won't leave me alone, so I decided to see what everyone thinks. Let me know if it sounds interesting enough to take the ride with me.

Summary: Just like all things unusual, this started with a moonless evening. Two canines were left on Hermione's doorstep, and now she has to find out why she only had them as their selves for one moonlit night. Nothing could be as unique or insane than her new lifestyle. What happens when someone pieces together the tale for her? What will develop when her new normal is changed for better or worse?

Hermione Granger sighed with a considerable measure as she approached the master bedroom. She had a large bowl in her hand, and a bag slung on her arm. When she reached the floor, the door was open. She saw the routine affair of her evenings leading up to the full moon. The giant wolf was gnawing on the bone she gave him at the beginning of the week. It was almost down to fragments.

"Boys," Hermione murmured, and the wolf glanced over at her.

A large dog jumped over the canine and barked, wagging his tail wildly. "Good evening to you as well, Padfoot. Are we both ready for the evening?" She questioned and set down the bowl. "Moony, come drink your potion, or you won't have a good night."

The werewolf pouted and pawed at the bone. "I'm working on it, alright? I can't begin to tell you how awful this is for me to see you in pain," she huffed as she collapsed to the floor.

He finally conceded and pranced over with a whimpered whine. Hermione crossed her legs and dug different items out of her beaded bag. The wolf drank from the bowl as the dog sat down and panted in front of her. The witch was pulling clothing from her bag, potions, and sweets. She reached over and caressed the dog with a tired smile. "I promise I'll fix this soon. I know that you both are frustrated with being stuck up here leading up to the moon."

The dark dog whined and nuzzled her cheek. "Oh, Sirius, don't do this. You're killing my heart," Hermione sighed as she doted on the animal.

Remus wasn't satisfied with missing out and pushed next to the dog to receive attention. "Moony, stop!" Hermione laughed as he licked and nuzzled at her face.

It was an odd circumstance. Hermione never thought being stuck in 12 Grimmauld Place with two canines would pose as such an event. How? There was so much to this odd situation. Even as her fingers caressed the brown fur as he nuzzled her, Hermione still couldn't believe it.

Remus's attack waned after a few moments, and soon tongue and snout were replaced by lips and facial hair. Hermione froze and felt her cheeks grow flaming with heat. His mouth found hers, and the witch blinked before squeaking and jerking away. "Remus! Get some clothes on," she huffed, climbing off the floor.

Sirius started chuckling as the sounds of clothing rustling were heard behind her back. "We're getting a bit impatient, love. Don't worry about the ole werewolf."

"Sirius, may I remind you that I'm only a few years older than you," Remus said with impatience in his tone. "I apologize, Hermione. I can't quite blame animal instincts on that one, can I?"

Hermione folded her arms over her chest and exhaled loudly. "Not much I can say to that," she grumbled and rolled her eyes.

A firm hand landed on her shoulder, causing her to look back at the marauders. They both were dressed, and Sirius was grinning down at her. "Let's go have some dinner, and you can catch us up on the news."

What do you say to two canines being dropped at on your doorstep? Hermione wasn't sure, but there was an oddity about them as their collar announced. The wolfish animal was named 'Moony,' and the scruffy black dog was 'Padfoot.' Coincidences aren't something she ever considered. After cleaning up the animals and giving them some food, she looked outside for any sign or letter. Nothing. Absolutely nothing to explain it.

Some great joke. Hermione had tried to explain it to Harry, get Ron to understand, even attempted to drag Ginny into her chaos… to no avail. No one, not a soul, believed her. Also, pulling the animals out to show them didn't even make a mark. It was as if no one could see it but her. Hermione was utterly alone in seeing what was going on.

The first full moon was scary and abnormal. When they formed, Remus was savage and unmanageable. Hermione never witnessed a man so hostile and feral. Indeed not the well-mannered professor. Even as he pinned her down and attempted to rip open her neck, trial, and error, they made positive to not make the same mistake, so Grimmauld was her new home.

She was completely alone in this. No proof. Nothing. She had both the marauders for little more than twelve hours once a month. No clue has to how they returned, why they weren't themselves nor a direction to fix said issue. It was complicated, chaos incarnate, and barmy.

The swing music was playing in the library as Hermione brought in a tray of food. Sirius was busy reading the journal Hermione kept for them, and Remus was nosing about in the books she'd been gathering over the months.

"Darling, do you think you could get some real spirits and not this shite?" Sirius sipped his glass with a wince.

"I'll try to do so before next month," Hermione mumbled as she set down the late dinner. "I'll be going so you can enjoy your evening," she hemmed.

Remus glanced up from his book. "Going so soon? We hardly talked since earlier."

Hermione tilted her head and stared at the carpet.

"You should probably apologize, Moony. It looks like you upset her," Sirius grumbled as he collapsed on the sofa.

Remus exhaled as the witch set down the tray. "I apologize, Hermione. I wasn't exactly myself. Moony has been quite thrilled to have more time than me. He has more influence over impulse control these days."

Hermione nodded and twitched her lips. "Yes, I figured as much."

Sirius ran fingers over his beard and smirked. "So, seems you've been hard at work?" He murmured while holding up the journal.

"All I've had is you both following me around for months on end," Hermione sighed.

Remus's eyebrows pinched as his fingers caressed her arm. "I'm sorry you have to take this upon yourself. You haven't convinced Kingsley what's going on?"

Hermione tossed her head from side to side. "As far as anyone is concerned, I rescued two dogs. It doesn't make any sense. Whoever dropped you on my doorstep must have done more than brought you back."

Sirius strolled over with an asymmetrical tug to his lips. "Well, at least we aren't alone. I wonder what gave them the idea to give us to you."

"Because she's the brightest witch of her age," Remus sighed with a small curl to his lips. "We have our faith in you."

Hermione stepped from him and huffed. "I wish it wasn't me. There's nothing in any books I've read that are close to this. I'm alone all month doing this alone."

The marauders glanced at each other and then scowled at the witch. "Hermione, we know this is hard, but obviously someone knew you could handle it."

She glanced at the clock. "You both should eat something. I'm going to go clean up the attic and shower."

"Don't go yet, come join us," Remus declared.

"It's alright, Remus. I'm positive you both need some time to relax."

Sirius reached for the retreating witch. "Hermione, please. We have you only one day out of the month. You make us feel more human."

Her lips quivered. "Sirius, this is difficult for me. I don't want to fail you both," she whispered.

"You won't," Remus said with a smile and gestured to the sofa. "Let's eat and go over your research."

"Okay," Hermione wavered.

Sirius released her and nodded at Remus. She needed them during these sane moments of the month as much as they needed her.

It wasn't an easy task the morning that followed each full moon. They both claimed not to remember much once they were their furrier selves. That left much to question. What changed them? Why the full moon? How could they possibly be stuck as a dog and wolf twenty plus days of the month? It's been four months of Hermione trying to fix this mess. It was wearing on her.

The witch was walking around the drawing-room, cleaning up their full moon routine. Sirius was with Remus, tending to him after the transformation. He would watch the werewolf with an alert, attentive care. Often it would lead to them snuggling in a furry mass on the master mattress.

Potions helped, so she would administer them with meticulous timing the first day after the moon. Hermione couldn't help but feel lonely after they would change when the sun would crest the horizon. They had become her whole life following her departure from her small flat.

"I need a holiday," she sighed.

The clicking of claws on wood drew her attention to the hall. The large black dog had walked around the cracked door and snorted.

"I thought you were with Moony, Pads?" Hermione asked.

The animal grunted and padded forth, touching his nose to her hand. "I know. I just need to clean up a bit," Hermione responded.

The dog nipped at her shorts and tugged.

"Hey! Knock that off," She retorted while pulling from the canine.

Padfoot barked.

"Fine!" She hissed, and he wagged his tail in response.

Following the beast, they wandered up the staircase and to the tidy master room. Hermione addressed the sight with slight pity. The werewolf was curled up on the bed, whimpering. It was a shame that she hadn't found an answer for him.

"Moony, are you alright?" she asked while walking into the bedroom.

The werewolf rose his head, and golden eyes met hers. "I'll be in to take a nap shortly," Hermione said.

Padfoot groaned and nudged the witch's thigh.

"Fine. Merlin, Pads, do you always have to be so persistent."

The dog was grinning as he panted. Yes, obviously, he did. Hermione tossed her sweater to the edge of the bed and crawled toward the pillows. She was exhausted from the monthly routine of research all evening. The concept that not one of the people around her asked why she took a personal day for the last three months shocked her. No one questioned if she was ill. Not even noting that it was the day after the full moon.

"I'm so tired," she murmured while tossing over the blankets.

Soon two furry bodies slumped over Hermione's form- two pairs of eyes staring over her torso at her. Her fingers caressed their ears. "My marauders."

Hermione breathed as she walked into Grimmauld Place and set her purse on the hook. "Boys, I'm home," she called out.

Barking and thunderous footsteps were heard down the staircase. Hermione grinned, and Padfoot leaped off the third from last stair toward her. Moony soon followed at a more steady pace as he glanced up at her. The dog barked and tugged on her clothes as he jumped around her.

The witch laughed and shoved him away. "Okay, I know, you were lonely. Now, let me go get cleaned up from my day so I can cook dinner for everyone."

The wolf sat down and cocked his head at her. It was an odd posture for him, and Hermione scrunched her brow. "Is everything alright?"

Padfoot nosed her skirt hem, and she cleared her throat before batting him away. "Pads, stop that."

He grumbled and snorted with narrowed eyes as he knocked his ears about.

Hermione groaned and peeled her jacket from her form. "Yes, alright, I went out for a drink with a coworker. I needed a moment to feel less alone. Please don't judge me."

Moony finally approached her and nosed her hand. The witch exhaled and kneeled next to the canines. "Yes, I missed you. I wish you would understand."

Moony pressed to her neck and rested his muzzle in the crook of her neck. Hermione nuzzled his fur and ran her fingers over his neck. Their almost human actions made them different from the animals they portrayed. Even as he pressed his massive paw to her empty shoulder in a unique embrace, it was difficult to believe that they didn't know who they were.

"Now, if you let me, I'll go take a bath and remove the stench of the Leaky Cauldron from my skin."

Moony nuzzled her neck and licked her skin, causing Hermione's flesh to rise. "Okay, alright, enough," she huffed and climbed from his embrace.

Hermione asked them several full moons in a row if they remembered anything. They both agreed to nothing but blurry images. That was enough clarification for her to feel a bit freer, and of course, alone. The witch puffed as she marched toward the stairwell and began to unbutton her blouse.

Work was long, but coming home to two very needy canines was another difficulty unto itself. She reached her room and tore the shirt from her form. Yanking off her skirt, she kicked off her heels and flexed her muscles. Turning toward the doorway, she scowled at the two beasts sitting there with tilted heads.

"Don't gawp, that's rude," she hissed.

They glanced away, but not before Padfoot didn't obey. Moony grumbled and nipped at his ear. Hermione snorted and walked past them, patting their heads. They followed her everywhere, even into the restroom to her distress. The witch attempted the first month to lock them from it, and Moony nearly tore the door from its hinges.

Now, she had overcome her shyness and dealt with them watching her. It was unfortunate when she needed a bit of privacy. No, she didn't have any anymore.

Hermione bent down and jiggled the knobs to a decent temperature before plugging the drain. The witch felt a cold nose on her thigh, and she glanced back with a glower. "Padfoot! Stop that now. I'm not a dog, nor do I like my arse sniffed."

The dog winced as he backed away from the witch.

"That's right; you don't get to go sniffing around in places I told you not to," Hermione huffed and stood up.

Moony rested at the doorway and tucked his nose under his paw. Hermione stifled a smile as she stripped her knickers from her form. "See, Moony is at least courteous. If you're going to be in here, you're going to behave, Padfoot."

Padfoot snorted and shifted on his front paws as he sat down, watching her. Hermione breathed and shed her bra before stepping into the bathtub. Moony grumbled and climbed from the floor to wander into the bathroom, tucking his face over the rim of the tub.

Hermione sighed as she relaxed in the bath, pouring in different scents and vials. The water turned opaque and gained bubbles as it filled around her torso. She reached out and stroked Moony's face while relaxing in the water.

"Do you think we should have chicken or steak tonight?" She questioned the wolf.

He licked his lips, and she grinned. "Steak, it is."

Moony licked the air, and Hermione exhaled. "I know, I love you too, Moony. Don't worry. I'm just waiting on a letter. I might have a lead."

Padfoot stuck his face over the rim of the tub and grumbled.

"Yes, I love you too, Padfoot. I won't let you miss out."

Hermione reached over and turned off the water once it was full enough. She lounged in the tub and took turns stroking their faces as they guarded her bath. There was no fighting them on this; Hermione had tried. They would sit next to her like sentinels as she bathed. It might be that her relaxing energy gave them comfort; she wasn't positive.

When she had spent a decent amount of time and cleaned herself, Hermione tossed her hand toward the rack. "Towel, please?" she asked.

Padfoot snorted and retrieved the purple fluffy towel. Moony paced toward the door, and Hermione smirked as she stood up and took the cloth from the dog. "Always so bashful, Moony?" She teased.

The wolf grumbled and glanced down the hallway. Hermione climbed from the bathtub and unplugged the drain. Moony stood up, and his hair rose as he growled. Padfoot wandered over to the door and replicated the low warning.

Hermione swallowed and breathed. "Pads, wand, now," she hissed.

The dog slunk from the bathroom to her bedroom and dug through her skirt before returning with her wand in his mouth. Hermione took it as Moony wandered into the hallway and growled louder. Padfoot joined him, and Hermione poked her face around the corner.

"Hermione?" Ginny's familiar voice entered the space from below.

The animals relaxed and glanced back at her. "Good boys," she sighed. "I'll be down momentarily! I just took a bath."

Hermione exhaled as she paced toward the bedroom. She pulled out some pajamas and stretched them over her form. Once she climbed into the clothing, she skipped down the staircase toward the kitchen. Ginny and Harry were sitting at the table already with James and Albus.

"Hello, Hermione, how's it going?" Harry asked as he poured them drinks.

Hermione exhaled and sat down, her canines sitting next to her. "Long day at work. I went out for a drink with Susan. She needed some advice on some bills she's working on."

Harry snorted as he patted the dog's head. "They are quite obedient. Hard to believe someone dropped them on your stoop."

Ginny scowled as she pulled out plates from her bag. "Well, it's odd, isn't it?"

Hermione scratched Moony's head and lounged. "It is."

"We wanted to talk to you," Ginny noted.

Hermione bobbed her head; she was well aware of their desire to corner her.

Harry slid the glass toward her and walked around the table, sitting next to Padfoot. "We need to talk about you living all by yourself in this big house. It isn't healthy."

"Harry, you don't believe me when I tell you that I'm not alone. They aren't just some dogs," Hermione sighed as Padfoot barked in agreement.

Ginny scowled as she set James's and Albus's plates in front of them. "Hermione, they're just animals."

Moony grumbled and nibbled at Hermione's fingers. "I know, I'm trying," Hermione muttered before turning to Harry. "Don't you see? They're Remus and Sirius. I don't know how but they come back on the full moon. If you would just come to see," Hermione insisted.

"I don't understand what's going on," Harry pressed as he glanced over at Ginny. "I'm not positive she understands this isn't real."

Hermione glared and crossed her arms. "Why don't you just come over this full moon? See for yourself. If they don't change, you can send me to St. Mungos for an evaluation."

Harry growled and caused Padfoot to paw him. "I don't understand what you get from this, Hermione! They're dead!"

Moony growled and jumped on the table, staring the wizard down. Harry stared at him with wide eyes and leaned from the giant wolf on the table. Ginny tucked herself in front of her children as she pulled out her wand. Hermione shook her head and breathed. "Moony, down. He doesn't understand, and you're scaring them."

The wolf snorted and jumped down, pressing his head to her lap.

Harry cleared his throat and scratched his chin. "Alright, Hermione. I'll come over this full moon. We have three weeks. If this is what you need to prove to me that they're real and not just dogs, then I'll do it."

Hermione slumped in her chair as Padfoot barked and ran in circles near the table. The children clapped as the canine danced around Harry and whined. How much did they remember about their life like this? It was an odd experience to see. Why was he willing to do this now after months?

"Let me make dinner for us, and we'll talk about the last three months," Hermione sighed as she shook off her queries.

Moony howled and wagged his tail, causing her to beam. "Yes, I know, you've been incredibly patient."

Ginny glanced at the dogs before her husband. Her question was clear; what if she was right?

Harry cringed and patted the black dog. That would be criminal if he didn't believe her, wouldn't it be?