"Hermione, hold on." Harry Potter gripped at the frizzy haired girl, desperately willing her to come back to him. Her eyes were still closed, but she gasped out in pain; her way of letting him know she was still there and not going anywhere. Tears mixed with blood, and the young wizard wasn't sure who's was who's anymore. Her blood, his tears... But there was so much blood, how was there so much blood? So much blood that he couldn't tell where her injuries lie under the amber liquid.

The voice of Arthur Weasley sounded behind him, "Move Harry, I must get her to Saint Mungos." it was more a cry of pain than of calmness that Harry was sure he had been aiming for. A gentle hand laid it's self on his shoulder, pulling him away from his friend. Upon turning his eyes laid themselves upon the sad face of Tonks. Her normally bright pink hair had been changed to a deep blue, matching the tear tracks on her face. Arthur spoke again, "Find Remus, he may be injured." With his last words, he pulled Hermione into his old arms, and disapparated away from the forest.

Tonks turned towards the forest, and listened quietly. Listening for the tell tales signs of a wolf howling, or soon for the cries of a man in anguish. The moon would set soon, Remus would be returned to his human self soon. But would he be injured? He had chased the other werewolf off only moments before.

"Tonks..." Harry breathed at the sound of a whimper behind her. She whipped around, gripping the cold wood of her wand tight. Harry stood with his own wand pointed at a limping gray werewolf, the one Tonks knew to be Remus Lupin. He let out a low whimper again before falling to the ground.

The metamorphism adult peered over the trees at the moon that was falling behind the mountain, a sun making it's self known to another day.

The older werewolf let out a howl, and the sound of cracking bones was evident amongst the sounds of the woods. Fur disappeared, and wolf features turned to ones of a human. Another howl sounded, and slowly turned into a scream of a man. Finally bones reformed where they should belong, and Remus collapsed to the ground.

Tonks conjured a blanket out of the air and rushed herself over to the injured man. She gently draped the cloth over the nude man. His shivers did not stop, and he flinched at the feel of something foreign. With his eyes clamped shut he reached out into the air for nothing in particular. Harry grasped the older mans hand and kneeled next to him.

Remus gasped, "H-H-Hermione." he stuttered out painfully. Tonks looked at the man shocked that he remembered. She kneeled beside Harry in hope that he would reveal more of what he remembered.

"Remus, what do you remember?" She asked him sternly.

"Nothing...her...sc-scent...and blood...around...h-here..." He cringed in pain, tightening his grip on Harry's hand painfully. Tonks looked at the dark haired man, hoping that he might know what to say.

Harry breathed in quickly, "She's fine. Fine..." He forced out the lie.

"Liar."

"Rest, Remus" Tonks ordered brushing her hand through his sandy blonde hair. "I'm going to apparate us to the burrow." She gripped Harry's elbow, and Remus's at the same time. Within a second she disapparated them to someplace Remus could rest.

Pain, there was so much pain. How could there be so much pain? It doesn't seem right, every part of me aches.

There is a change. I can feel it in my blood, under the pain there is a change. My heart beats different, my bones have moved. No not moved...they're preparing to move. I can feel them preparing to change. And my blood...it courses with a new force of magic. Dark Magic...

But this isn't right, not where I am. Somewhere between a place where there is endless pain, and a place where everything is peaceful.

It's my choice. I can feel it. Pain or peace? My mind pulls me towards the pain, while my aching body pulls me towards peace. Begging me to let it rest. Finally rest. But me, the part that is me is wishing for me to go back to the place that is painful. The place where I belong. But how can I belong in a place that is so dark?

It doesn't seem right, but neither does this pain.

I can see their faces, willing me to come back to pain. But there is something that comes with the pain, love, friendship. Something that makes the pain worth living for.

Something worth living for.

First Chapter of a muse Fic.
I got sick of time turner fics.
What do you think?
Treasure or Crap?
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- Josie