The Cursed Wolf

Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the setting belong to me. No money is being made from this fanfiction.
Thank you Ashley (and your beta) for all your help.

She woke up with the wolf on her leg. Luckily he was asleep.
Hermione slowly pulled her leg out from under him and attempted to crawl away quietly but her legs and arms were bruised and bleeding. The wolf woke up and stretched. He sat down and looked at Hermione whining a little. He cautiously moved toward her.
Hermione couldn’t fight him or get up and run she hurt all over.
The wolf started to sniff at her feet. He took off her sandals with his teeth and then licked her bruises and cuts on her feet. As he did they faded away and her pain lessened in her legs and arms as he licked them. He walked in back of her moving her top with his nose; he healed the bruises on her back, chin and cheek. The wolf sat in front of her again, head held high. Hermione cautiously reached out and touch his coat. The wolf nudged her hand asking her to rub his head and neck. So she did.

He made what sounded like happy noises as Hermione patted and scratched his head, neck, chest and stomach. The wolf laid his head on Hermione leg and began to lick her knee, tickling it. He slowly made his way up her inner thigh and an inch away from her knickers when she timidly block him, “ No no,” and pushed his head away from her crotch. The wolf began to lick her leg again, this time her knee to her hip. There he tried to pull and tear off her knickers at the hip but again Hermione protested,

“ No stop it!” Pushing his head away and getting up.

The wolf knocked her down to the ground. She sat there baffled. Growling in a low tone. He put his paws on her shoulders and held his head high. Hermione wasn’t sure what to do.
The wolf pushed her shoulders to the ground. He growled again this time showing his teeth coming closer to her face.
Hermione closed her eyes. Pulled her hands to her chest trying to think of a way to get him off her. She felt his breath on her neck.
She remembered what Harry had said and turned her head away from him showing submission. Hermione felt his teeth on her throat but she didn’t move. She felt his jaws tightening around her throat. She could breathe but stayed motionless. The wolf released and licked her neck where his teeth were as if to say sorry as he whined. The wolf licked Hermione’s face until she sat up shielding her face with her hand.

“Alright! What do you want?

The wolf started to lick her wrist then her elbow to her shoulder, moving to her neck. Shoving her hair out of the way with his nose. Hermione felt the warm breath and could feel his nose against her neck smelling her and it sent a chill down her spine when he sighed. Hermione turned and looked expecting to see Harry, but all she saw was the green eyes of a wolf. Suddenly there was a loud crash and a lot of shouting. The wolf took off through the woods.

Hermione looked around and saw four young men in the early twenty’s horsing around on the other side of the shore.

They looked over at her curiously softly talking to each other.

“ Hello. Are you all right? You look like you’ve had a hard night.” one of then said.

“ Yeah you could say that. Where am I? ” Hermione asked.

“ Scarlet Vale,” he replied.
Do you know where Bowland is?” she asked.

“Yeah eighteen miles that way” pointing to the down river.

“We are going to that way if you want to follow us.” the same boy offered.

“Oh sure thanks,” and Hermione looked around and didn’t see the wolf. She put her sandals back on and started to follow them. From time to time they would ask her if she need to rest or a something to eat or drink.

She said “ No thank you” most of the time only twice did she ask to stop and rest. At those times she looked around to see if she saw the wolf, but didn’t.

She thought it out and came to the conclusion that staying in the muggle world was best and that all the plans she had to go to college and get a job was what she should do. She could practice her magic in her bedroom at home or in the dorm room.

‘ Having magic powers didn’t make her that different from everyone in the muggle world,’ she thought, ‘Well as long as I hide it. ’

It was getting dark as Hermione said goodbye to the boys shaking their hands thanking them all for their company. In general Hermione didn’t trust boys at that age still young enough to be bullies and old enough to be interesting in girls … like Marcus. It was comforting to know there were four boys in the world who just looked out for the people in trouble or just needed some direction and was kind enough to make sure she got this far with no harm to her.

“ Just follow the river and you should get there in two or three hours.” they told her.

It was ten minutes or so when Hermione started to walk faster. The hairs on the back of her neck were stand up. She picked up the pace and soon was jogging through the woods.
There was mist coming off the water and fog coming down the hills. This made it hard to see what was coming up, she was running now, sweat dripping off her face. She stopped for a moment and wiped the sweat off her brow. She realized that if she could smell herself so could the wolf. She walked into the river carefully trying to wash off the dirt and sweat. She dunked her head under the water. It felt good, refreshing and she opened her mouth to drink some. She walked in the water for a mile or so and looked around. She was on the edge of the lake she could see the boulder she and Harry sat on all the time.

‘Harry’ she thought ‘I most likely won’t see him again,’ she started to weep and run. She wasn’t sure why she was crying, lack of sleep, relief that she was almost at her grandmother’s house or was it that every fiber of her being was crying out to be with Harry. She forced it out of her mind. She was a muggleborn and should stay with her own kind. She ran pass the boulder looking to see but knowing Harry wasn’t there. She ran through the woods until she got to her grandmothers. She felt weak as she tried to open the gate. Walking through it the gate clanged closed, echoing in her ears.

The cottage was dimly lit. It seemed different somehow old dull and cold like the life in it was gone even the light coming from the cottage was cool. Hermione walked through the garden and up the steps to the kitchen. Hermione’s parents were in the dining room. She walked to them. They looked up at her with shock and horror,

“Where have you been? We looked all over for you.”

“I. I got lost in the woods,” she told them.

“ With Harry? Where is he now?” her father asked.

“ Harry and I had… a kind of fight.” she whined as she started to weep.

“ Fine he’s not to come here again,” her father informed her. What she said next even surprised her.

“Mom, Dad you know I’m out of the ordinary “ she paused and took a deep breath, “well I’m a witch and …”

Hermione’s mother gasped and she father hissed “Don’t say that out loud. Your mother and I realized this…problem wasn’t going to go away so we are sending you to St. Brita’s institute.”

“What? That’s a place for nuts, for people who are mad, insane.”

“They can look after you properly. They have treatments there.”

“Shock therapy, torture is more like it, I’m not going.” shaking her head.

“We can’t have you lighting fires every time you get upset.” her mother said.

“But I’ve stopped I can control my power now Harry helped me, he taught me how to…” Hermione cried out.

“That boy is nothing but trouble,” her father said.

“ No he’s not, he was my only friend. He’s waited for me… he knows me.” Hermione said looking at her parents who seemed like strangers to her now.

“Come upstairs and wash up Hermione, “ her grandmother said as she climbed the stairs, “ You look like you could do with a rest.” Hermione followed her grandmother up the stairs. Her grandmother turn to Hermione when they got to the upstairs hallway and said “ I will always be here for you my dear.” and she smiled and went in to her bedroom.

Hermione went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
Her face was dirty and cloths were dry with mud and torn here and there. She washed her face and was thinking of taking a shower but she felt drained. She walked out of the bathroom into the front of the house on the high porch looking out on to the street. If they thought she was going to that insane asylum she’d just move out, leave. Hermione climbed down the trellis next to the porch.
She wanted to hear what her parents were talking about. But as she landed on the ground she heard a loud thump and then a moment later a loud bang coming from the garden. Hermione walked to the back yard and in the dim lit of the house she could see something was wrong. The gate wasn’t right. She looked closer and the gate was off its hinges and hanging by a broken lock. Before Hermione had a chance to think she heard screams coming from the kitchen.
She ran in. There in the living room was her father with a gun her mother behind him and the wolf crouching about to attack.

“No stop!” she screamed.
Her father cocked the gun and aimed it at the wolf “Get out of here Hermione.”

“ No stop.” she repeated. She walked in front of her father,

“I’m here.” facing the wolf. The wolf whined and sat up.

“Don’t shoot him,” she said knowing he wasn’t going to attack them. She looked at the wolf and she knew what to do. Hermione made her way to the back door slowly and then ran down the steps through garden and in to the woods. She ran as fast as she could until she couldn’t run anymore. Hermione fell over a tree root and landed on soft moss. She laid there on her belly too tired to get up she looked behind her and saw the wolf. He hovered over her back sniffing her neck and gently biting it. He went to her legs and moved her skirt and tore off her knickers with one pull. Hermione got scared and tried to crawl away she move her left leg and felt something wet touching her, licking her between her legs.
She moved her right leg and something probed her between her legs. The next second Hermione felt a stabbing pain there as though a knife entered her body and it was going up her back in her belly. Something moved inside her and the pain erupted again move violently. She winced with pain and tried to move but she could even think and again something moved inside her. She gasped in pain staring at the root of a tree in front of her. Wondering if this was really happening or was it a nightmare. She wanted to wake up to stop the pain tearing her apart between her legs. Tears ran down her cheeks as she heard the wolf breathing his legs holding her hips still. She closed her eyes as the pain grew, she began to shake and she collapsed crying. The pain lessened and a hand grabbed Hermione’s arm and turn her over onto her back.

She opened her eyes to see Harry, his green glowing eyes filled with tears. He was transforming back to human back to Harry.

“ I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was going to be so painful for you. If you still don’t want to be with me tell me now and you’re free to go, I won’t hold you to the promise,” he said softly his face showed the guilt he felt. He sat on the ground naked drenched with sweat watching her. Hermione tried to move but she was so sore and the pain between her legs to her belly made her was almost afraid to breath.

“I can make the pain go away,” Harry admitted shyly, “ but if I do this I can’t let you go. I can’t let you go free. You’ll have to stay with me for as long as you live.”

Hermione nodded her head. Harry crawled over to her with a look of hope and soft smile and kissed her softly on the lips for a moment. Hermione let out a small moan of pain as he slowly parted her legs. She felt his tongue on her folds and gently he made his way inside her. The sensation was strange but it warmed her sending chills up and down her spine. Pain was replace with wonderful licks and gentle kisses. Harry climb on top of Hermione.
He unbuttoned her top. She didn’t fight or protest she wasn’t sure what to do. His hand gently cupped her breast and caressed the nipple with his thumb. She let out a gasp of surprise as he slid inside her.

“Oh God,” Harry whispered.

Hermione felt him go in and out of her slowly expecting to feel the pain once more but didn’t. She opened her eyes and Harry kissed her,

“ Not to painful now is it?”
Hermione shook her head, “ No, no pain now.”

Harry smiled at her, “ Good, I know it’s not that great for you now but it will get better soon. I promise.” With that he picked up the pace. Hermione felt the sensation building inside her, a pressure, a feeling of soaring one moment and falling the next.
Harry came quickly as she climaxed. They laid in each other’s arms quietly as mist began to cover the ground around them.
Harry broke the silent as he moaned. “It’ll be good to go home now, I can’t wait to show you Hogsmeade.
I really think you’ll like it,” He leaned over smiling and kissed her on the forehead. Hermione wasn’t smiling. Home is where she couldn’t go and it was dawning on her now that she had nowhere else to go but to go with Harry. She sat up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, “ I’m sure you’ll like it there. People are really nice…”

“ I told my parents…” Hermione said with a shaky voice.

“What?” Harry frowned.

She turned to face Harry and said, “I told them, you know that I’m a witch and they were keen on sending me to a hospital to get treatments,” she said with tears forming in her eyes.

“ No.” Harry said as he put his arms around her, “ You’re coming home with me and in a few weeks I’m sure they’ll change their minds.”

His warms arms and his voice seemed to make everything possible, “In a few weeks … you mean we can come back? I thought it was just YOUR world or THIS world. I thought I couldn’t come back.”

“ Yes, you can come back and visit but did you notice anything different?” Harry cautiously.

“Like what?” Hermione asked.

“ Does anything look different? Dull? Washed out?” He posed.
Hermione thought for less than a moment. “The cottage looked different cold, gray, lifeless.”
Harry nodded. “ That happens when you out grown something. Sometimes you see it in a different way. It happens just like that,” he explained as he snapped his fingers. “You are ready to leave your old life behind..”

Harry kissed her hand, “ And began a new one, it’s going to be wonderful, your powers are going grow in strength, you’ve barely scratched the surface of what you can do.”

“ Where are we going to live? What will I do?” Hermione wondered out loud.

“Don’t worry. I have a house and money,” Harry said.
Harry got up making the mist around him swirl and helped Hermione up. She button up her shirt and repair her skirt. Harry took her by the hand and they started walking. Harry was naked and did seem to care. They walk to the gate at her grandmother’s house and Harry repaired the gate as Hermione looked at the cottage. The lights were still on and she could hear her parents talking. The place felt old and still like a museum or graveyard.
It gave Hermione a chill and started to freak her out a bit.

“ Harry I can’t.,” she started to say shaking her head.
He took her hand and pulled her away from the gate.

“Come on,” he urged and he pulling her by the hand into the woods. They walked quickly for a short while Harry guiding Hermione in the dark.

Harry stopped and looked at Hermione. He was breathing hard and looked a little wild. His hand went to the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his lips. Harry kissed her passionately.
Her hand went down his back and cupped cheeks squeezing them firmly. Harry moan with delight. He unbuttoned her top, tugged it off and kissed her all the way down until he had to relieve her of her skirt. Sliding the skirt off Hermione’s body Harry smiled and commented, “Clothes may get in the way of our love making but God I love undressing you. It’s better than Christmas.”

When Harry embraced Hermione she could feel his erection on her thigh. He kissed her gently as he caressed her breast. Hermione kissed, bite and mouthed his neck making him moan out loud.

Harry’s hand went down to her belly to where her soft curling hair was. He put two fingers in his mouth and covered them with saliva. He then buried them between her legs into her folds rubbing her hooded bud as he bite into her neck lightly.

Hermione breathing quickened as he worked his magic. She was surprised at herself when her hips started to move and she whispered, “Harry please.” and caressed his penis with her fingers.

He spun her around quickly and put her hands on a trunk of the nearest big tree and buried himself deep inside her.

Moans escaped from both their lips as Harry thrust himself again and again into her. His fingers found her clitoris again and the other hand held a breast. Her arms against the tree pushing to meet up with Harry thrusts. Her back arched as she pushed against the tree, trying to feel Harry chest against her back. Harry pulled Hermione against him thrusting deeper inside her. Their bodies shined with sweat as the mist rose to cool their skin.

Hermione felt as though she was in the clouds. She sensed that Harry was going to explode again at any moment as her own body was reacting to his. Their orgasms were intense, legs shaking and out of breath Harry held on to Hermione as they both fell to the cool wet grass still joined.

They stayed that way for a while until Harry slipped out of her. Hermione turned to him and wiped his brow lovingly and ran her hand his hair. Harry kissed Hermione gently on the lips. Harry looked at himself and peeked at her, “ I think a swim would be nice right about now.”

They got up and walked in the dark with little moonlit to show them the way. Hermione from time to time felt vulnerable having no clothes on. They soon came to the lake and they both walk in. The water was black but the cool water was a welcome sensation to their over heated bodies. It wasn’t long before Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry waist. That’s all it took for him to get in the mood again. They didn’t even make it to shore before Harry was diving in to Hermione.

The water made holding Hermione up easier but Harry wanted to go as deep inside her as he could, He walked them out of the shallow water. He carried her to the boulder where the spent so much time together and buried himself deep inside her.

Harry moaned Hermione’s name as they made love and smiled when he couldn’t understand what Hermione was saying as her eyes rolled to the back of her head making high pitch noises. It didn’t take long after that, they both reached orgasm. Harry looked at the sky and saw that dawn was coming.

They went in the water for a quick rinse off and Harry called out, “ Accio wands” and the next moment their wands were in their hands. Harry held out his wand “ Accio clothes.” in a few seconds their clothes were in front of them. Hermione did a ‘repairo charm’ on her clothes and then looked at Harry.

He is putting on his shirt as Hermione looked out at the lake.
It’s so peaceful and the pink in the sky reflect on the water. She breathed the air and wondered if she would miss this world, even if she will be back in a few weeks.

Harry’s arms wrap around her his lips on her cheek. He whispers, “We’ll be back in a few weeks, just as the leaves start to change color.. Before your parents leave for home. You can write to them too.”

Hermione puts her hands on his and squeezes them. She turns to face him and they kiss.

“ Ready? ” He asks her.

“ Yes, how far do we have to walk?” Hermione asked suddenly the world got all burry and swirling.

“We there.” He said.

Hermione looked around. They were in front of a house in a large yard with a stone wall around it. It seemed familiar and warm. Maybe she saw it in a dream, it felt right. The place felt like home. The sun was just coming up through the trees.

“ This is Godric Hollow, ” Harry said, with a big smile on his face “Welcome home Hermione.”

I got the idea from an interview the actors had after filming POA.
Emma Watson said one of her favorite scenes to do was running through woods away from the werewolf and Daniel Radcliffe
tried to convince Rupert that he can change into a wolf .. not werewolf.

Not so fun fact- More than half of Kyrgyzstan's married women were snatched from the street by their husbands in a custom known as "ala kachuu," which translates roughly as "grab and run." In its most benign form, it is a kind of elopement, in which a man whisks away a willing girlfriend. But often it is something more violent and the girl aren’t so willing.
Some say it’s tradition others call it a crime.
This kind of thing has happened for thousands of years
and is still happening today.

Hell the musical Seven brides for seven brothers has men kidnapping women.

I'm working on Cursed Wolf II. I hope to be posting it within a few weeks or at last the 1st chapter,.... or I just might add it on to this story.