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Daughter Of Lycaon
Title: Daughter of Lycaon
Author: Future Sight
Rating: R (NC-17 in later chapters)
Pairing: Hermione/Severus, implied Hermione/Remus
Summary: An experiment in the summer before the Trio’s 7th year leaves a dear friend dead. Hermione conceals a dark secret in her heart. How far will she go to keep her friends ignorant of her curse?
Chapter One: Experimentation
\"On the ragged edge of the world I\'ll roam, and the home of the wolf shall be my home.\"
~ Robert Service
“Remus, don’t!” Hermione screamed as she was backed into the corner of the Shrieking Shack by a snarling werewolf. As she frantically tore down the wards she had placed over the door, Remus’ claws ripped from her shoulder to the small of her back. With a shriek of pain, she had stumbled out of the Shack, Stunning him and frantically Apparating to her room at Grimmauld Place. She had nearly splinched herself. Hermione passed out on her bed after casting a sloppy healing charm, haunted by dreams filled with howling and dark splashes of blood.
This memory ran through Hermione’s thoughts as she sobbed. In front of her was Remus Lupin, a silver blade shoved through his heart by his own hand. After last night, the ex-professor had killed himself. The note at his feet read: “I can never forgive myself for what I have done to her.”
She was the only one who understood those words. Hermione had attempted to heal the mark on her back, but already felt the curse of the werewolf pumping into her veins. No one could know. It would have to be her burden to bear. The door burst open behind her, and a shocked Severus Snape came into her view. He quickly schooled his face back to his normal neutral malice.
“Miss Granger, what the hell happened here?!” Snape instantly kneeled by Remus’ body, and shot her a glare as if she might be responsible.
“I don’t know…” She whispered, tears pouring down her face. “I just walked in, and he was just lying there.”
“I must inform Albus. Please go inform the others. And for Merlin’s sake,” Snape wiped away her tears with the side of his hand. “Don’t drown your classmates in the flood trailing down your cheeks.”
With a shaky nod, Hermione walked out of the room, clutching at the railing of the staircase and falling to her knees, stunned with sorrow. Harry, Ron, and Ginny hurried up the stairs as she choked out a sob. They began frantically asking her questions, and she couldn’t understand a word.
Finally, she whispered in a pained voice, “Remus is dead.”
Shock, rage, and incomprehension filtered through Ginny’s, Harry’s, and Ron’s faces respectively. All of them fell silent until the youngest Weasley son sputtered, “How? What happened?”
“He killed himself.” As she whispered the words, she felt a vise tighten around her heart and shatter it. Her friends had no idea how close she and Remus had become. They had spent nights together in the huge library of Grimmauld Place over the summer, working on research on how to help his condition. And some nights they had just talked. Once, they had even had a glass of wine together and Hermione had admitted her mixed feelings of both love and friendship to him.
That night, they had talked until the sun rose. Remus had kissed her softly, and told her that he felt the same, but thought it best to keep the relationship platonic until she had graduated from Hogwarts and the war was over. She had agreed and they had begun fervently working once more on a charm that would create a silver barrier that a werewolf would be unable to penetrate, protecting whoever wore it.
In the middle of the summer, they had managed to create a prototype. Cautiously, Hermione and Remus had tried it out in the Shrieking Shack. She had snapped the silver necklace around her throat and had her wand at the ready.
The change overtook him moments later, but when he rushed at Hermione, an opaque silver circle had surrounded her and he was knocked back, unable to touch her. They had happily called the night a success, and decided to try it one more time before she went back to school for her last year at Hogwarts.
Remus had been fixing the clasp on the back of the necklace when the change had struck him. To Hermione’s horror, his growing claws snapped the chain. Overcome with terror, she had tried to run, but stumbled when she tried to dispel the locking charm she had on the door. Remus had ripped a deep gouge in her back before she had managed to escape.
That wound had healed with a supernatural quickness that Hermione knew had nothing to do with her healing spell. Only three parallel scars, pale and faint, marred her back. She winced in memory and realized that someone had asked a question, and she had been blankly staring into space.
“W-what?” Hermione blinked, and felt a headache start to threaten near her temples.
“I said, is there anything we can do?” Harry spoke softly, noticing Hermione’s grimace of pain.
“No. And stay downstairs.” She muttered, her head on the verge of explosion. Hermione realized that she was both utterly starving and needed to go to the library and read anything she might have missed on werewolves. It was impossible for her to have been wounded so severely and not been infected.
“I need to be alone.” Hermione suddenly hissed, and despite her words a moment ago, went back up to the second floor and into the library, her head throbbing in agony. When was the last time she’d eaten? Gods. Suddenly she fell to her knees and retched, coughing up bile. With a quick ‘Scourgify’ spell, the mess disappeared, and Hermione shakily lowered herself into a chair, taking deep breaths.
She jerked up when she heard the silky voice of Snape. “Even after the death of one of your Professors, the first place you go is to the library. Are you looking for a resurrection spell?”
“Those don’t exist.” Hermione growled in response. She wanted to be alone, away from everyone so she could think.
“Despite classes starting in a week, you will not be excused.” He continued, and she stood, a fire blazing in her eyes.
Picking up the remnants of a wine bottle that had been left on the table near the chair, she hurled it towards the Professor, where it smashed in the middle of his chest. “I didn’t ask to be excused, you son of a bitch! One of the people I loved is dead, and you’re busy making comments! Fuck you!”
Snape’s voice had dropped to a lethal hiss. “Were you in my House and we at Hogwarts, you would be expelled for assaulting a teacher, Miss Granger.” He brushed the glass off of his robes, and although his clothes had not been torn, Hermione smiled in grief-stricken satisfaction as a piece of the bottle cut his hand.
The Potions Professor froze for a moment as he saw Hermione’s pupils dilate, her amber eyes locked on the drop of blood trickling down his palm. She snapped out her predatory trance a second later when he wiped the blood on the black fabric of his sleeve.
Hermione blinked as if she had just been woken from a stupor and her eyes filled with rage once more. “If you’re expecting an apology, it’s not coming,” she said in a strangely hoarse whisper.
Snape turned to leave and heard Hermione throw up. He whirled around and she cast another Scourgify spell, looking up at her Professor with an acidic glare. “What are you looking at?” She coughed, standing shakily.
“Obviously nothing,” Snape hissed under his breath and left the room. Hermione crawled back into the chair and sobbed, before passing into unconsciousness, where howling beasts chased her through a forest stained with blood.
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Author: Future Sight
Rating: R (NC-17 in later chapters)
Pairing: Hermione/Severus, implied Hermione/Remus
Summary: An experiment in the summer before the Trio’s 7th year leaves a dear friend dead. Hermione conceals a dark secret in her heart. How far will she go to keep her friends ignorant of her curse?
Chapter One: Experimentation
\"On the ragged edge of the world I\'ll roam, and the home of the wolf shall be my home.\"
~ Robert Service
“Remus, don’t!” Hermione screamed as she was backed into the corner of the Shrieking Shack by a snarling werewolf. As she frantically tore down the wards she had placed over the door, Remus’ claws ripped from her shoulder to the small of her back. With a shriek of pain, she had stumbled out of the Shack, Stunning him and frantically Apparating to her room at Grimmauld Place. She had nearly splinched herself. Hermione passed out on her bed after casting a sloppy healing charm, haunted by dreams filled with howling and dark splashes of blood.
This memory ran through Hermione’s thoughts as she sobbed. In front of her was Remus Lupin, a silver blade shoved through his heart by his own hand. After last night, the ex-professor had killed himself. The note at his feet read: “I can never forgive myself for what I have done to her.”
She was the only one who understood those words. Hermione had attempted to heal the mark on her back, but already felt the curse of the werewolf pumping into her veins. No one could know. It would have to be her burden to bear. The door burst open behind her, and a shocked Severus Snape came into her view. He quickly schooled his face back to his normal neutral malice.
“Miss Granger, what the hell happened here?!” Snape instantly kneeled by Remus’ body, and shot her a glare as if she might be responsible.
“I don’t know…” She whispered, tears pouring down her face. “I just walked in, and he was just lying there.”
“I must inform Albus. Please go inform the others. And for Merlin’s sake,” Snape wiped away her tears with the side of his hand. “Don’t drown your classmates in the flood trailing down your cheeks.”
With a shaky nod, Hermione walked out of the room, clutching at the railing of the staircase and falling to her knees, stunned with sorrow. Harry, Ron, and Ginny hurried up the stairs as she choked out a sob. They began frantically asking her questions, and she couldn’t understand a word.
Finally, she whispered in a pained voice, “Remus is dead.”
Shock, rage, and incomprehension filtered through Ginny’s, Harry’s, and Ron’s faces respectively. All of them fell silent until the youngest Weasley son sputtered, “How? What happened?”
“He killed himself.” As she whispered the words, she felt a vise tighten around her heart and shatter it. Her friends had no idea how close she and Remus had become. They had spent nights together in the huge library of Grimmauld Place over the summer, working on research on how to help his condition. And some nights they had just talked. Once, they had even had a glass of wine together and Hermione had admitted her mixed feelings of both love and friendship to him.
That night, they had talked until the sun rose. Remus had kissed her softly, and told her that he felt the same, but thought it best to keep the relationship platonic until she had graduated from Hogwarts and the war was over. She had agreed and they had begun fervently working once more on a charm that would create a silver barrier that a werewolf would be unable to penetrate, protecting whoever wore it.
In the middle of the summer, they had managed to create a prototype. Cautiously, Hermione and Remus had tried it out in the Shrieking Shack. She had snapped the silver necklace around her throat and had her wand at the ready.
The change overtook him moments later, but when he rushed at Hermione, an opaque silver circle had surrounded her and he was knocked back, unable to touch her. They had happily called the night a success, and decided to try it one more time before she went back to school for her last year at Hogwarts.
Remus had been fixing the clasp on the back of the necklace when the change had struck him. To Hermione’s horror, his growing claws snapped the chain. Overcome with terror, she had tried to run, but stumbled when she tried to dispel the locking charm she had on the door. Remus had ripped a deep gouge in her back before she had managed to escape.
That wound had healed with a supernatural quickness that Hermione knew had nothing to do with her healing spell. Only three parallel scars, pale and faint, marred her back. She winced in memory and realized that someone had asked a question, and she had been blankly staring into space.
“W-what?” Hermione blinked, and felt a headache start to threaten near her temples.
“I said, is there anything we can do?” Harry spoke softly, noticing Hermione’s grimace of pain.
“No. And stay downstairs.” She muttered, her head on the verge of explosion. Hermione realized that she was both utterly starving and needed to go to the library and read anything she might have missed on werewolves. It was impossible for her to have been wounded so severely and not been infected.
“I need to be alone.” Hermione suddenly hissed, and despite her words a moment ago, went back up to the second floor and into the library, her head throbbing in agony. When was the last time she’d eaten? Gods. Suddenly she fell to her knees and retched, coughing up bile. With a quick ‘Scourgify’ spell, the mess disappeared, and Hermione shakily lowered herself into a chair, taking deep breaths.
She jerked up when she heard the silky voice of Snape. “Even after the death of one of your Professors, the first place you go is to the library. Are you looking for a resurrection spell?”
“Those don’t exist.” Hermione growled in response. She wanted to be alone, away from everyone so she could think.
“Despite classes starting in a week, you will not be excused.” He continued, and she stood, a fire blazing in her eyes.
Picking up the remnants of a wine bottle that had been left on the table near the chair, she hurled it towards the Professor, where it smashed in the middle of his chest. “I didn’t ask to be excused, you son of a bitch! One of the people I loved is dead, and you’re busy making comments! Fuck you!”
Snape’s voice had dropped to a lethal hiss. “Were you in my House and we at Hogwarts, you would be expelled for assaulting a teacher, Miss Granger.” He brushed the glass off of his robes, and although his clothes had not been torn, Hermione smiled in grief-stricken satisfaction as a piece of the bottle cut his hand.
The Potions Professor froze for a moment as he saw Hermione’s pupils dilate, her amber eyes locked on the drop of blood trickling down his palm. She snapped out her predatory trance a second later when he wiped the blood on the black fabric of his sleeve.
Hermione blinked as if she had just been woken from a stupor and her eyes filled with rage once more. “If you’re expecting an apology, it’s not coming,” she said in a strangely hoarse whisper.
Snape turned to leave and heard Hermione throw up. He whirled around and she cast another Scourgify spell, looking up at her Professor with an acidic glare. “What are you looking at?” She coughed, standing shakily.
“Obviously nothing,” Snape hissed under his breath and left the room. Hermione crawled back into the chair and sobbed, before passing into unconsciousness, where howling beasts chased her through a forest stained with blood.
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