A/N: So here's my new story! It's going to be quite a bit different than my usual ones. When I say Hermione is wild, she is really wild; like a wild animal. I hope you enjoy the different atmosphere.
Also, I know Obliviate is irreversible, but for the sake of the story, I'm treating it kind of like a strong amnesia.
Just a quick warning, this chapter talks about the war field, but it's very brief and mild.
Disclaimer for all chapters:
I don't own Harry Potter. I just twist them for your entertainment :)
There was a stench of death across the war field. Bodies lay mangled and distorted. Standing in the midst of them was a girl. Unable to stand the sight, she turned away and willed herself not to breathe. She could see two boys, one with red hair, the other with black, in the distance standing in front of several cloaked figures. It seemed none of them were moving. She turned away from them at the sound of a yell. She saw a haggard looking man with patched clothes and brownish-blonde hair fighting a short squatty man. The haggard looking one had let out the yell when he was hit by something and was holding his left arm to his chest. She stepped forward to help the man, but she heard a twig snap behind her.
The girl quickly turned and saw another cloaked figure, but before she could react the figure shouted something she couldn't understand, "Expelliarmus!" The girl watched a smooth, slender stick fly out of her hands as her opponent raised their own. "You've been in my way far too long, girl," the figure growled.
The girl looked around quickly to find something to her advantage, but the cold laugh of the figure stopped her.
"You won't find anything to help you. Say good-bye to your life, girl." The figure raised the stick again and shouted, "Obliviate!"
Hermione Granger woke up in a cold sweat. She slowly sat up and took in her surroundings. She was in a clearing in the woods, the tall trees creating a room of nature for her. The long grass beneath her made a comfortable bed whenever she chose to lay down her head for the night. She lifted her face to the wind as it passed through, and she knew there was no threat nearby.
Hermione raised her bare arms over her head and groaned when she felt her body pop back into place. She had had that nightmare every night since she could remember. She didn't know what any of it meant. Waving sticks around and shouting strange words seemed silly to her, but when things came out of those sticks, it scared Hermione.
A noise outside the clearing caught Hermione's attention. She crouched down and waited until the figure came into the clearing. She needn't have worried; it was only her wolf-brother, Tarak. He had a gleaming black fur coat over his large, muscular build.
He was her first memory. She didn't know anything about her life before she woke up to find Tarak standing over her. He took her back to his pack where she learned the essentials of living in the forest. Hermione had come to learn their language somewhat, but before she could learn a lot more, the pack became uncomfortable with her and banished her. Tarak accepted being banished as well and came with her to protect her. They had lived in this clearing ever since.
'You had dream again?'Tarak asked.
Hermione nodded, "It is scary, yet familiar." Hermione paused before saying what had been on her mind recently. "Could it be my past?"
Tarak shook his head slowly, 'It does not matter. You are wolf now. You live here.'
Hermione nodded again. It didn't matter how many nightmares she had. She belonged with Tarak.
Meanwhile, halfway across the country a man stood over a grave with the inscription:
Hermione Jane Granger
Best Friend and Loved by Many
Remus Lupin stood there for an unknown amount of time rereading the name before finally speaking. "Hello Hermione. It's been almost four years since the final battle; four years since we've lost you." He crouched down and set the bouquet of wildflowers at the bottom of the headstone. "I miss you so much, Hermione. I still can't seem to accept you're really gone." He ran a hand along the words, a single digit tracing each letter of her name. "I often dream of you," he laughed bitterly. "They're so strange; they're of you frolicking through a forest. You always told me I read to many fantasy stories." Sighing, Remus stood up and looked at the headstone. "Happy Birthday, Hermione."
He stood there a few more seconds before turning and disappearing with a crack! He never noticed a cloaked person standing to the side listening to everything. Their face turned cold as they, too, disappeared.
A/N: Let me know what you think!
Hope all is well! :)