Unbreakable

Chapter 1

Thirst

"Headmaster why didn't my mother give this to me?"

"I believe she said that she wanted someone who knew more of its history and was a part of its background to present it to you on your 18th birthday, and because of the time turner, Miss Granger, that's exactly what it is,"

The sparkling pools of blue that were his eyes flashed in the necklace's golden shine, and Hermione traced the calligraphy G on its face. She, Hermione Jane Granger, is Godric Gryffindor's heir; well to be more exact she is wearing Gloria Gryffindor's necklace, Godric's one and only love. "Me, Gryffindor's heir, impossible!"

Her companion chuckled, "It's very possible my dear, very. Don't question it; be it, Hermione, and no one will question you," he turned and smiled down at her with straight white teeth and blue eyes peering over half moon spectacles. Albus Dumbledore, he is always their for me and supports everything I do, he even granted me the permission to study the Dark Arts and has elevated me to a high position in the Order itself.

Hermione nodded her head understanding what he had said then looked skyward taking in the stars and the full moon that lighted their path along the dirty cobbles of the sidewalk along her street. It was the summer after her sixth year of Hogwarts, seven counting that double load she had done in her 3rd year that made her 18 today. The war still raged but Hermione new it was far, far from over, but she had bigger things to worry about. Weyndell Wulf was that problem and his brother Calindel Wulf, both seemed to have a thirst for her but not her blood her body; the thing they've never touched and will never have. Weyndell and Calindel are Romanian Werewolves, which are far more dangerous than their England counterparts. Romanian werewolves hold the ability to change at will, when they want where they want. They are covered completely in fur and stand about 10ft from ground up and that's minimum. Hermione sighed at the thought of them hunting her everywhere she went, she even bore a nasty scar down her back were Weyndell "marked" her. Calindel was the more deadly of the two though, were is Weyndell wants her to come to him freely and being the alpha male had that power, Calindel wants to brake her and he is determined to claim her before his brother does.

Hermione sighed again then looked down when she felt they were closer to her house and noticed that something was different. Her house's front door was open and the light from the living room spilled out into the night up her walkway. Hermione didn't think she just ran, as fast as she could for the door. Dumbledore noticing her fright and worry followed close behind with his wand out. When she reached the door she gasped and her mouth dropped as she stared at the sight before her. Hermione's mother and father's body were ripped, torn, and bleeding. Their eyes closed with pain and mouths open with screaming told her they suffered. A bloody paw print the size of a human hand stained her carpet and claw marks ripped down her walls. "Calindel," was the only word that came the rest were stopped in her throat were she held the tears that fought to come up and roll down her cheeks and they won. Hermione shook from the sight that would forever be burned into her memory, but she didn't only blame Calindel, but another came to mind. Albus, if he hadn't taken her away then she could have protected them but she pushed it to the back of her mind as everything began to get numb. She stumbled out the door and into the streets where she fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around her, and cried.

Siren's filled her ears and she new Dumbledore had called the muggle police, who could do nothing, he came out and knelt beside her as she heaved and cried, "We must go."

She rose unsettling him slightly how she could do so in her state yet she also apparated to the Orders hideout at Grimauld Place. Once there she forced herself to climb the stairs to her room were she locked herself in. Her tears came with a vengeance for shutting them out so she could make her journey, but she let them have their revenge for she craved her own on the man who had done this to them to her! She rocked back and forth on the cold wooden floor not listening to those who wished to comfort her on the other side of her magically locked door she wanted to be alone, alone were her thoughts could be her comfort.

She wanted revenge on Calindel, and she was willing to do what ever it took to get her revenge on him! The knocking at the door grew as she heard Harry's, Ron's, Ginny's, Snape's, and Mrs. Weasley's voice yelling soft comforts to her that never reached her mind. They began to grow father away as she drifted into an uncomfortable sleep of nightmares along the cold floor, but before she fell unconscious she made a promise, Calindel, I promise this to you; I will have my revenge for what you did!