AUTHOR'S NOTE: The time in this fic happens to fly by in a flash. You now me, I like to get straight to the point and what not. Hopefully it turns out good.

Just so you know, I'll be completely ignoring some of the deaths. J.K Rowling owns 99% of these characters, only Lawrence is mine. This fic will only have 9 chapters.

The Battle of Hogwarts was raging and the once beautiful castle was falling apart. Green, red, blue, and purple hexes were flying in every direction; hexes coming from the wands of both Light and Dark followers, each hex looking for a target to take down.

Hermione had found herself in the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, both of them looking to destroy the next horcrux so Harry would be one step closer to defeating Voldemort. After the cup was pierced, and a wave of water chased down two thirds of the trio, Ron and Hermione shared a lingering kiss but eventually laughed it off and ran back to join the fight.

Windows shattered and the walls crumbled down which created a barrier between Ron and Hermione. She yelled over the rumble and encouraged her friend to look for Harry while she did the same on her side. After hesitating for a few moments, Hermione gave him an encouraging smile through a small gap in the debris and Ron was on his way to find his other best mate. She set off as well, her goal being the same as Ron's and swiftly put down any Deatheater that kept her from her goal.

Hermione had just turned down an corridor only to find a masked Deatheater sneaking up on an unsuspecting laughing red-head. Without second guessing herself, she quickly raised her wand and stunned the Deatheater, smiling victoriously as his body fell to the floor with a thump! The red-head turned around revealing it to be one Fred Weasley as he whooped when he saw it was Hermione who had saved his bum. As she drew nearer, she saw that Percy had joined the fight also and he was on the verge of taking down his own Deatheater. With a quick nod, Hermione was off again on her search for Harry.

She had just turned down another corridor and was about to mentally curse the Founders of Hogwarts for making such an enormous confusing school when her eyes landed on a limp form behind a fallen pillar. Her eyes traveled up from the body's legs and she quickly realized that the body was wearing a skirt that was part of the Hogwart's uniform. Her eyes continued to travel up the dirtied school vest and white undershirt when she noticed the four claw marks that had ripped open the chest area on the right side. She also noticed that the claw marks had easily shredded through the material and had drew blood.

When Hermione noticed that the victim was a fellow Gryffindor, she quickly fell down to her knees beside the girl and tried to will away the tears that were threatening to spill.

"Oh, Lav." Hermione's voice shook. Her eyes were blurry with tears that she couldn't tell if Lavender was breathing or not so she furiously wiped at her eyes.

"H-hermione?" The voice was so quiet and broken that Hermione wasn't sure if it was Lavender at all. "Please get me out of here." She said.

Hermione smiled through her tears and nodded furiously. "Of course. Hold on, Lavender, just please hold on."

All grudges against the blonde girl from the past were instantly forgotten as Hermione had finally cleared her eyes and took in Lavender's appearance one more. Even though she came from magic, she wasn't sure whether or not it was safe to move Lavender in her state. She waved her wand over Lavender's form, healing up any major wounds that she could before she moved her to a safe spot. She had just fixed the last broken bone that happened to be a rib when she heard Lavender yelp and scream, "Watch out!"

Before Hermione could even turn around, two strong arms wrapped around her from behind and secured her arms to her sides. An animal- or was it a man- bit down into her left shoulder. She screamed out in anguish, dropping her wand in the process and screamed again as she felt teeth sinking deeper into her flesh. The attacker had such a strong hold on her that Hermione was unable to move and push him away. She felt the teeth leave her shoulder but it was quickly replaced by a tongue lapping at her flowing blood.

It felt like an eternity before Hermione felt the hold on her loosen and she heard a body thump to the floor behind her.

Opening her eyes, she saw that Lavender had managed to sit up and retrieve her wand. She turned just in time to see a levitating brick fall next to the unconscious body of Fenir Greyback and then turned back around just in time to see Lavender lose consciousness as well.

It only took a second for Hermione's brain to catch up and realize who and what had just bitten her. She felt like crying all over again, this time for herself, but she knew she had to stay strong and help Harry with the rest of the battle.

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There was a fleeting moment when the Light side thought that they had lost the war and their only savior was dead. They were all soon filled with new hope and joy when Harry had fallen from Hagrid's arms and started up the war again, the outcome coming out in the Light sides favor.

Hermione was walking back to what was once the Great Hall and watched numbly as the elder witches and wizards tended to the injured and covered the bodies of the dead. Most of the bodies tending to be those of students who were too young and inexperienced to shield themselves from the experienced Deatheaters. Unconsciously, Hermione touched the wound on her shoulder from where she was bitten and pulled her jean jacket over the wound to cover it. The last thing she wanted was everyone making a big deal over her and being shunned from the magical community like most were who were attacked by werewolves.

She was thinking about how everyone would treat her when she was suddenly pulled into a tight hug from behind, followed by another hug from the front. She couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips when she noticed the very ruffled and dirty red hair.

"I hear you saved my brother, thank you!" George muttered next to her ear.

"Yes, yes. What a brilliant witch she was." Fred grinned. "Come on, 'Mione, we must go celebrate with the family."

The twins pulled out of the hug, Fred catching sight of the blood that was starting to soak through Hermione's jean jacket. "Bloody hell, what happened?"

He reached forward to take a look but Hermione recoiled from his touch. "It's nothing." She told him. "Some wall got blasted off near me and a chunk caught me in the shoulder. I healed a good portion of it earlier so don't worry about it. You two probably just upset the wound when you pulled me into the hug." The twins eyed her curiously but she avoided their gaze and looked around at the bodies being carried in. "You go on without me. I, uh, I need to make sure they brought Lavender in here."

"Okayy.." George drawled as he stepped up from behind her shoulder. He started to walk away, pulling a reluctant Fred with him as Hermione fought the tears that were threatening to spill in front of them, giving the twins her best smile before they turned away from her.

Hermione's shoulder started to burn and she could feel an uncomfortable warmth spreading outward from the wound. Her gut clenched and she felt like her world was crashing down all around her. She glanced a look over at the Weasley family, watching as they all laughed and hugged each other, glad to have made it out alive. With a heart wrenching sob, she knew exactly what she had to do.

She couldn't find it in herself to drop the bombshell of what had happened to her on her second family. They were as happy as could be at the moment now that everything was finally over and she didn't want to put a black cloud hanging over their head again. With one last lingering look at their smiling faces, she turned her back on them and walked away from the ones that she loved.

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Hermione had spent the next few days in hiding. She didn't use her wand in fear that her friends had confided in the trusted Aurors at the Ministry about her disappearance and they would be able to track her down through her lingering traces of magic. She didn't know which town she was currently in but she had, however, managed to shower and get ahold of a change of clothes in a shady bar that no-one would have ever looked to find her in. The owner of the establishment was old, his salt-n-pepper colored hair only covering the sides and back of his head. When Hermione had first walked in, he was unusually quiet, having studied her in her bloodied and dirtied state, before offering her a free shower and a decent meal. She didn't think twice about turning it down since she didn't know if there'd be a next time someone would make such an offer.

After her meal, she made small talk with the old man, his cobalt blue eyes crinkling in amusement when Hermione rambled on and on about useless facts. When she finally realized that the man was fairly nice, she asked him for a couple of favors. He complied, changing her eye and hair color both to black and also gave her a few sets of clothing that he magicked up and adjusted for her. When asked where she was off to next, a shrug of her shoulders let the man know that she had no where else to really go so he gave her a few galleons that he had hidden behind his bar. She gratefully accepted it, bidding the generous man goodbye the following day and decided to attend a few of the funerals the following week for her fallen classmates.

Hermione stayed behind the crowds of people at each funeral she attended, making sure to stay out of sight from Harry and the Weasley's whenever they showed. No-one recognized her or paid her much attention, giving her a decent amount of time to mourn.

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Days had finally turned into weeks and the full moon was only a day away. She didn't know what to expect, whether she'd change at all or just get the emotions of a werewolf but she knew something was up when she became angsty and full of energy as the hours ticked by.

Hermione removed herself from the darkened alley's that she had grew accustomed to and secured a location for herself in a set of woods. As the full moon drew nearer, she felt as if something was crawling beneath her skin waiting to be set free and she had the urge to run. Run everywhere and anywhere her legs would carry her. Night had quickly fallen and when Hermione found an opening in the trees, she glared up at the full moon that taunted her and fell to her knees in pain.

The transformation had begun.

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"Ugh." Hermione groaned. Her body ached, her limbs stinging in some areas, and the bright light behind her eyelids was seriously starting to annoy her. She moved to turn on her side on groaned again as the leaves crinkled and twigs snapped beneath her body. Her arm came into contact with the skin of her stomach and she instantly tensed up. "What the-" She mumbled as she cracked open her eyes against the harsh sunlight and peered down at her body.

She was completely naked; blood, dirt, and fresh scratches covering her pale form. Sitting up, she leaned back on the palms of her hands and surveyed the woods around her. She was in a circular clearing, a large boulder sitting a few yards in front of her with a bag sitting on top. She recognized the bag as her own but she couldn't remember how it got there or much of anything from last night. The last thing she remembered was the full moon beaming down at her.

Standing up, she stumbled her way over to the bag and found her shredded clothes along the way. She picked those up and shoved them in her bag when she reached the boulder, pulling out a new set and covering herself up. She really didn't want to dirty the clean set of clothes but since she was avoiding using her wand for the time being, she had no choice.

As she stood there gazing into nothing, her stomach grumbled to let her know that was in need of something to eat. She didn't know where exactly to go, people would most definitely be on the look out for her now, and she didn't want the unwanted attention from people that she would get if she appeared anywhere covered in dirt and blood. She could only think of one place to go but she didn't want to burden the man.

After a good few minutes of thinking, she gave up and caved to what her mind was telling her to do. She wouldn't be able to last long on her own if the transformations every full moon were going to be a repeat of what she felt now. The soreness after her first transformation was brutal as hell and it wasn't likely to change any time soon. She needed a place to stay before and afterward, a place she could get cleaned up without any questions being thrown at her. With that in mind, she made sure that no pieces of clothing was left behind and set on her quest towards a certain shady bar.

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She kept to the woods most of the time, hiding behind the safety of leaves and branches when she thought she heard something or someone. Her senses were heightened, her ears picking up any little noise and instantly setting her on guard. Her eyes scanned all around, taking in the vibrant coloring of everything around her that she would normally not see if she wasn't a werewolf and her smell picked up a distant salty-ness in the air. She ignored it after a while and continued on her way.

The woods had suddenly came to an end and she could see a village in the distance. Stopping, she sat behind a fallen tree trunk and waited for the sun to go down before she made an appearance. People were likely to see her and it would help tremendously if they could barely recognize her or her state of dirty-ness in the dark.

When darkness started to fall, Hermione raked her fingers through her tangled and knotted hair, breaking apart any knots that had formed from her tumble in the woods. Making sure that it was as tamable as she could get it, she stepped out from the woods and tried to remember as much as she could about the path she had taken when she left the bar.

It wasn't long before she found it, the outside of it looking a bit like the Leaky Cauldron but the sign hanging above the place let her know it wasn't. The name of the bar, The Flaming Phoenix, set her stomach in knots but she managed to push them down and shuffle herself inside. Inside, it was pretty much the same as she had remembered from before. Darkness reigned over the few customers that Hermione could see with her new vision, lit candles at every other table and a few fire wall sconces giving off the only light in the place.

No-one bothered to look up at her as she made her way to the bar and she took a seat on one of the stools. The bartender turned to greet his new customer when he paused and nodded at her, grinning just a bit before grabbing a clean glass and poured her something dark and strong.

"I, um, I have to speak with you." Hermione whispered. The place was darkly lit that she felt if she spoke any louder, it'd gain the attention of everyone else around them.

The man nodded, letting Hermione know he had heard her. "Later." He whispered back. "Drink."

Hermione obeyed, her nose picking up the stench of whatever alcohol the man had poured her and drank it slowly. She wasn't known for holding down her liquor and she didn't want another refill of whatever it was she was currently drinking. The hours ticked by, Hermione growing tired with each passing minute but before she dosed off at the bar, she heard the clearing of a throat.

Turning around, she noticed that she was alone with the man who was generous to her before. She saw him tsk at her in the dark, his eyes scanning over her face and arms as he crossed his own arms across his chest. "What is it, Miss Granger, that you needed to talk about?"

Hermione tensed at the use of her name, her whole body going rigid as she calculated any escape routes seeing as the man was blocking the door. Her eyes scanned over the windows to the place, thinking about jumping through one of them to get away. The man cleared his throat again before Hermione became curious as to how he knew her name now but not before. "How did you know?" She sighed.

The man chuckled, moving away from the door and back behind the bar. "There's a search party for you, did you know that?"

"I had a feeling there would be."

"Yes, well, four red-head blokes, a red-haired bird, and that Harry Potter fella was in here not even two days after you disappeared." Hermione's eyes widened at his confession. "Don't worry though," He quickly assured her. "You seemed like lady who didn't want to be found and looked as if you could take care of yourself so I told them I hadn't seen you."

"Thank you," Hermione mumbled. "For everything." The man nodded once again, picking up glasses and wiping them down with a dirtied rag. "I have,er-, my reasons for not wanting to be found at the moment. I'm not wanted or anything, those were my friends looking for me but I'm not ready to see them yet."

"I get it," The old man gazed up at her. "People need their space every once in a while."

"Yeah." Hermione mumbled. Silence took over, the old man wiping clean glasses as Hermione stared at her clamped hands on the bar-top. She had a huge favor to ask of this man but she was afraid of his answer. Before she could ask though, there was one thing that bothered her. "Excuse me, sir'?" Hermione caught his attention. "May I ask what your name is?"

"Lawrence Lowe, at your service." He gave Hermione a toothy grin.

Hermione returned it. "Well it's nice to officially greet you, Mr. Lo-"

"Lawrence, please." He interrupted her. "Please call me Lawrence."

"As long as you call me Hermione." She told him.

"Will do."

Hermione smiled and passed him the glass that she had held for the entire night. As she slid it to him, he caught it and cleaned it like all the others before. She didn't know why he cleaned them the muggle way but she wasn't about to ask him either. If he enjoyed it, she'd let him be. "Well, Lawrence," Hermione tested. "I have a huge favor to ask and it's perfectly fine if you decline."

She seemed to have piqued his interest as he leaned over the bar. "Go on."

"Well seeing as I'm still on the run," She paused to trace invisible patterns on her pants. "I have no place to stay and I was wondering if you, well if you have a spare room behind your place of business that I could possibly stay in for a while?"

Lawrence regarded Hermione for a couple of seconds before finally shrugging his shoulders. "Sorry but there is nothing behind the bar-"

"Oh."

"But there is a flat upstairs that I live in." He smiled at her when she paused mid-sigh. "It's nothing much but it has three rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a sitting area. Seeing as I only use one room and I'm hardly ever up there since I run the bar all day and night, I wouldn't mind a roommate."

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Really." He assured her. "You wouldn't even have to worry about paying rent."

Hermione was up and out of her seat in the blink of an eye, her arms tightly hugging the man she barely knew. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."

"No problem." Lawrence chuckled. "Although I might ask of your assistance every now and then around the bar."

"That's fine. I could use some work to take my mind off things."

Everything was settled between the two, Lawrence finishing up what little work he had down in the bar before he led Hermione upstairs. The place wasn't much, just as Lawrence had told her, but it was livable. The walls were somewhat dirty, dishes littering the table and counter tops of the kitchen but with Hermione living there, she'd be able to help him keep order.

Lawrence led her to a room that was furthest from his, showing her a room that held nothing but a bare bed and a nightstand. When he finally left her alone after showing her where the small bathroom was, Hermione flopped down on her bed and stared up at the cracked ceiling.

Being in hiding was going to suck but if she wanted to get used to her werewolf abilities and get them under control, she'd have to make do with what she had going for her at the moment.

Sorry for any mistakes my eyes skipped over.