The Cursed Wolf

Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the setting belong to me. No money is being made from this fanfiction.


This story is my spin on Little Red Riding Hood. Starring Harry and Hermione. The story is rated R for adult content, mild bestiality, rape and violence. It is set in an alternate universe. If any of this offends you or makes you uncomfortable you can and should leave this page now. If not then read on and please review. Thank you Ashley (and your beta) for all your help and patience.


The Cursed Wolf

Hermione woke abruptly as the carriage hit a bump in the road. Sighing, she tried to get comfortable again, wanting to get back to her dream. It wasn’t a new dream; it was one she that she had had many times over the years. In it was a young boy named Harry, who had found her when she got lost in the woods near her grandmother’s cottage. He had shown her kindness and helped her to find her way back to her grandmothers. This dream was a source of comfort to her because she had never had any real friends. She always knew there was something different about her, something odd that seemed to make people uncomfortable, so that they stayed away from her. When she was younger no one had wanted to play with her. Her only playmates were her books. There she could escape the world where other children and adults alike picked on her or were scared of her. Even her parents knew she was different and worried about her. Things would happen around Hermione that no one could explain, glasses breaking, objects flying through the air, things appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye, and sometimes they would even catch fire.

She smiled as she remembered her dream. Harry was leading her through the woods, telling her about the unicorns he could show her, wanting to teach her about the forest and all of it’s wonders. He lived in it, somewhere. Every night he would disappear into the woods and she was not allowed to follow him. He was the only friend she had, at least in her dreams. Every now and then she would dream of him, sometimes as a young boy, but more often now, as a young man.

Looking out the carriage window, she saw her grandmother’s stone cottage. They had planned on going to her aunt’s house for the summer, since they had just finished the new addition to the house and backyard, but at the last minute her grandmother had said that she wanted to see her granddaughter and had asked them to visit. When they arrived at the gate, her grandmother greeted them with a welcoming hug. In no time, their things were in their rooms and tea was served.

They had their tea and biscuits in the overgrown garden. Vines were running wild up and over the stone wall and even on the old iron gate that led to the woods. It was getting hard to tell where the woods stopped and her grandmother’s garden began. There was a new tree there that she didn’t remember; it was young, just starting to bud. Hermione kept looking at the gate, unable to shake the feeling that someone or something was there, watching them. Excusing herself from the table, she kissed her grandmother’s cheek and went off to her room. There she spent the rest of the afternoon putting away her clothes and reading one of the many books she had brought along. It was a normal day for Hermione. That night, she again felt as though someone or something was looking at her, watching her as she lay in bed reading.

She turned off her lamp and looked through the window into the garden below. Since it was a full moon, she had plenty of light to see by. Not seeing anything unusual, she tiptoed out to the hallway to look from the window there. Still she saw nothing. Going downstairs, she slowly looked from each window, trying not to move the drapes. Still not seeing anything, but still able to feel the presence outside, she finally went back up to her bedroom and fell into an uneasy sleep. When she awoke the next morning her grandmother asked her to go to the market and get some bread and tea.

At the market she again felt someone watching her. There were some local boys hanging out in the square that noticed her. Three of them came over and looked her up and down in a crude manner. They purposely bumped into her, grabbing the bread out of her hands and pushing her around, asking her what her name was and what she was doing there.

“Give me back my stuff or I’ll .” she started to yell as someone grabbed her from behind.

“Or you do what? Cry for help?” the largest of the boys taunted, pulling her hands behind her and wrenching them straight up into the air, causing Hermione to cry out in pain. She kicked him in the shin as hard as she could, catching him off guard. Hermione took advantage of his surprise and broke free of his grasp. Another boy tried to catch her, but she punched him in the chin. The other two boys that had just been watching their friends joined them, trying to catch her.

Hermione thought ‘great, five against one.’ Suddenly the boy’s attention was drawn to something behind her and they backed off, looking nervous. She turned around nervously, expecting to see one of the shopkeepers or another adult from the village. Instead, she saw the face that had haunted her dreams all these years. A young man with very dark hair and green eyes looked past her. She turned back at the band of bullies.

One of the boys started to yell, “You’re not supposed to be in town or the square, you’ve been warned before. Leave now or I’ll call the authorities. They’ll put you in prison were you belong.”

“Why don’t you call them and then explain why you were harassing this girl, five against one. Is she that dangerous? You all had to gang up against her? Why not fight me too?”

The boys looked at each other, “Get away from us, you should be locked away. You’re nothing but trouble,” Turning quickly, they took off.

There were a few other people in the square, who had completely ignored the bullying behavior of the village boys moments before, began to shout at the dark haired boy, calling him a troublemaker. Others who had seen what had happened, objected at their treatment of him.

“ This young girl was being attacked by those boys, and no one else was helping her. Give him credit for being gentlemanly,” one woman yelled.

Hermione turned back to face the boy who was now looking at her, his face filled with wonder.

“Thank you,” was all she could manage to say. They just kept staring at each other. It was the boy from her dreams, older now, no longer a child, a young man that was a bit taller then she was.

“ I didn’t do any thing really, you were doing fine. I just wanted to make it a fairer fight.” He commented.

A man came by and handed her the bag of bread and tea.
“ Here you go, miss.”
“Thank you.” She said faintly to the man.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood staring into the boy’s eyes before she looked around and realized that they should probably move out of the street. His eyes searching hers, he had a faint grin on his lips, which he licked nervously before saying,

“I’ll walk you to the cottage.”

Once on the road and away from the center of town, Hermione wanted to say something, or ask him questions, but before she could do that he started asking her questions.

“So, I guess from the look on your face back there that you remember me some what?” he asked.

Hermione nodded, feeling very confused,

“Yes but… I remember you from my dreams. I didn’t think you were real,” she admitted softly.

“ Dreams you had a long time ago?” he asked.

“ Then and now, it’s like I grow up with you in my dreams.” She said.

“ Yeah, kind of, I mean, I dreamt of you too. I never forgot you, Hermione,” he said, looking into her eyes.

Hermione’s mind was racing. “Did we meet in the forest? Was I lost? I’m trying to remember but it’s a bit vague.” She admitted to him.

“ How much do you remember?” he asked, slowly coming to stop on the road.

“ I remember… running through the forest with you. You were going to show me where the unicorns were, and the fairies, but you couldn’t show me where you lived. We walked and talked a lot and played games. We used to chase after each other. You always caught me, but I could never catch you.”

The young man had a smile on his face and stepped towards Hermione, “I always liked chasing and catching you,” he said teasingly.

Hermione smiled and blushed. “That’s all I remember, I’m sorry,” She said sadly, feeling that she should be able to remember more.

“That’s ok, it was a long time ago. Besides… maybe we could make more memories now that you’re back for the summer?” He asked shyly, looking at the ground.

“ Yeah, I think I’d like that.” She said and they started walking again.

They arrived at the garden gate and Hermione’s grandmother was there.

“Well hello Harry, come to see how the garden is doing?” her grandmother asked.

‘Harry’ that was his name Hermione thought.
“ That, and making sure your granddaughter got home safely.” Harry said.

“You must come back my dear boy, Hermione’s tree needs your attention,” Hermione’s grandmother looking at Hermione said, “The weeds and the ivy are really starting to take over.”

Hermione looked from her grandmother to Harry, and then back at her grandmother.

“Grandma what are you talking about, my tree? I didn’t plant anything.” Hermione asked.

“ Oh no my dear girl. You didn’t plant it. Harry did. It’s a Lilac bush, it’s your favorite isn’t it?” Grandma asked.

“Yes it is. But I don’t think I ever told anyone.” Hermione commented.

“ I remembered.” Harry said shyly, “ Lilacs always remind me of you. That’s one of the reasons I gave it to your Grandmother.” And he whispered, “ So she would think of you and she would ask you to come and stay for the summer.”

Hermione got goose bumps as she heard him say that. She looked into his green eyes and saw a hint of wild hunger there, but it faded quickly as he smiled at her.

“Would you like to take a walk with me later, say sunset?” Harry asked.

“ Yes. I’ll meet you here?” Hermione said.

“See you then.” And he walked on the path on the woods, and was gone in a few moments.

“Nice young man,” Grandma said, “but he has a reputation for getting into trouble with the other boys. I think they are afraid of him for some reason. The authorities can never catch him doing anything wrong though.”

Hermione had just sat down at the dinner table when her father came in, followed by a young man carrying a box. Hermione recognized him at once as one of the boys in the gang. When he saw her, his mouth dropped open in surprise.

Turning to her father, he said, “This is Hermione? We met just this afternoon. My friends and I saw her at the market. Was that Potter character harassing you?” He asked, trying to look innocent. Hermione wasn’t fooled. He continued,

“I wanted to help her with her bags, but I think she thought I was trying to do something else. I do apologize for the misunderstanding,” he said contritely, bowing his head in apparent shame.

Hermione’s father said “ I’m sure you didn’t leave a bad impression on my daughter.”

The boy walked over to Hermione and extended his hand to her as she stood up.

“ I’m sorry we didn’t get properly introduced. I’m Marcus Flint.” He said quietly.

Hermione’s father looked at her and when she didn’t take Marcus’s hand, he said, “Shake his hand Hermione.”

“Please let me make up for my rude behavior. You know how us boys are when we meet a pretty girl, we act stupid.” Marcus said, still holding out his hand.

Hermione knew that boys did act stupid, but those boys in the market weren’t acting stupid. They were mean, overbearing bullies. She gingerly took his hand as her father shot her a warning look. He shook it, looking relieved.

“Maybe after dinner I can show you the town.” Marcus said.

“That sounds like a great idea, you’ll get to know the town and some of the folks around here.” her father commented.

“ No, I have plans already.” Hermione snapped, trying not to sound upset. Suddenly the water glasses started to break and one of the lamps popped and the oil inside of it ignited, setting the mantle on fire.

Hermione father quickly grabbed a thick napkin and put the fire out.
Marcus stared at Hermione,

“ That was weird. How did that happen?” Marcus looked at her with a knowing smile on his face. Hermione cringed inside, knowing that her secret was no longer safe.

“ How should I know?” she asked as she walked in to the kitchen to get a rag to pick up the broken glasses. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She caused this, the glasses breaking and the fire, it was her fault. She didn’t mean to do it. It was just what happened when she got mad. She wiped the tears from her eyes. After cleaning up the mess, she quickly ate her dinner without looking up. She was on her way to her bedroom when she looked out the window and saw Harry waiting at the gate. Then she remembered that Marcus wanted to go this evening too.

She wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, but she would rather be with Harry than with Marcus so she turned and went out to meet him. Hermione didn’t even have a chance to say anything.

“What happened?” he asked, taking her hand.

“ What do you mean?” she choked out, as tears suddenly came gushing out of her eyes. It was like a dam had broken inside her and she couldn’t stop. She leaned against the wall for support. Hermione felt him lean against her.

“What happened? Please tell me, maybe I can help.” Harry said consolingly.

Hermione had finally found a friend, but she didn’t want to lose him by telling him she was odd and strange things happened around her. She didn’t even want to think of Harry’s reaction to her explanation. She didn’t even know what words to use. Whatever words she used, they would mean that she wasn’t normal, and would be ostracized and maybe even blamed for things she didn’t do. So she let them whisper in her mind.

‘Magic powers, I have powers. I make things happen…but I don’t mean to. I’m not sure how it happens, it just does.’

“It can’t be that bad Hermione,” he said as though it wasn’t a big deal.

He made her turn and face him. He looked at her face, into her eyes,

“Now tell me… say it” he said forcefully, “You’ll feel better. If you say it I can help you,” he said, pleading with her.

“I do things,” she blurted out, “Things happen around me.”

“Yes, things happen around you when you’re mad or upset.” he said. His eyes lit up.

“I..I.. don’t mean for them to happen.” Hermione explained.

“It just happens, you can’t control it.” Harry clarified.

“Yes exactly,” Hermione said with tears in her eyes.

“Just say it … Hermione say it.” He urged her.

“I can do things. I have powers.” Hermione blurts out.

“ Yes … You’re a witch… a witch.” He whispered.
A chill went through her.

“Sshhhhh, don’t say that so loud. I’ll get blamed for things. They’ll hang me,” she said looking very scared.

“I won’t let them hang you, “ he smiled then and felt her cheek,

”They haven’t hung me yet.”

“You too?” Hermione was astounded.
He took her hand and walked her into the forest.

“I’m so glad your back, it’s been so long. Do you remember anything I taught you?” Harry asked his eyes searching her face.

Hermione disappointed shook her head,
“No, I don’t.”

“That’s alright I wasn’t a great teacher but now I know more and I’ll train you. I’ll teach you how to control it. So you won’t get into trouble, so you don’t have to be afraid of it and I’ll teach you how to defend yourself against muggles and other magic folk,” Harry said as they walked deeper into the forest.

Most of the night they walked and talked about everything.
Harry took out his wand and showed Hermione how to make a fire.

He promised to bring her books with tons of spells the next night and he did. At sunset he came by and helped her with casting spells deep in the forest. Hermione knew all of the spells by heart in just a few days.

“You’ll be better then me in a month,” he remarked. Harry helped her practice her spells. A few nights later he gave her a wand he had made for her. Harry had her practice spells with the wand and without.

He showed her how to take an area like a cave or a clearing in the trees and make it impossible for anything to come into it.

“Why would I need that?” she asked.

“There are wild animals here…. a bear or a stray dog. I want you to be safe, if you stay in the middle nothing can get you.”

They were sitting by the fire when Harry said very softly,
“If I tell you to run some night, run … run as fast as you can. Promise me?”

“ Alright Harry.” She answered and was curious but didn’t say anything.

For a week he showed her how to stop things too. A bird, a rabbit and falling rocks that Harry threw in the air. They were sitting by the fire again when Harry said very softly,

“If I tell you to run some night, run … run as fast as you can. Promise me?”

“I promise, but why…” Hermione started to ask.

“I’m trying to protect you Hermione. Please just trust me for now. Alright?” he said irritated.

“I’m sorry Hermione I’m not mad at you.” He said looking in to her eyes. He held her hands in his, “Anything could happen to you out here. I’m trying to teach you how to protect yourself.”

She looked deep into his green eyes and all she could see was his eyes. They were beautiful. They shined. She moved closer. She felt a wave of excitement. She looked at his lips that were pink and moist.

All she wanted to do is have him kiss her. And for a moment he came close to her leaning his face towards hers. Then suddenly something stopped him as though he just woke up and he stepped away, looking disappointed.

They were sitting by the lake on a large rock when Harry again said,

“If I tell you to run Hermione, you run … run as fast as you can. Promise me and don’t look back. Understand?”

“No. I don’t understand. If it’s so dangerous out here then why are we here? Who or what’s here? Why do you want me to run? Is someone after you? Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked angrily.

“Yes. There are things I haven’t told you, it’s not the right time you’re not ready to hear it yet,” he said. Hermione could see he was frustrated.

“I’m going home then. Good night.” and she got up. Harry got up too.

“I can find my way home Harry,” she said.

“Oh I wasn’t going to walk you home. I’m going in for a swim.” He commented.

“Fine goodnight” and she turn walked several feet, turned and walk back to Harry.

“You do know that it’s dangerous to swim alone and at night because you won’t be able to see where you are going, don’t you?” she asked him.

He looked at her standing at the edge of the lake, bathed in the light of the half moon.

“Then come with me.” His tone was as warm as the summer night air. He held out his hand, she took it, forgetting that she was angry with him. They walked down to the lake, stepping in with their toes first.

It was then that Hermione noticed that Harry didn’t have any clothes on.

She spun away from him
“Harry where are your clothes? You’re naked.”
“I know. Clothes are on the rock. I don’t want to get them wet.” He said nonchalantly.

Hermione didn’t know what to think.

“Why don’t you do the same? Other wise you’ll have soggy clothes to wear home and with the humidity it’ll take forever for them to dry.” He added.

“I can’t do that,” she said.

“Why not?” Harry asked ,“You’ll be safe with me. No harm will come to you.” He assured her.

She thought for a few long moments. He hadn’t tried to do anything to her all the times they had been alone together in the woods, he had only taught her to protect herself. It was dark enough so he may not even be able to see anything, Hermione reasoned.

“Well, don’t look.” She said, while she took off her clothes.

Harry walked waist high in the water, keeping his back to her.
A minute later, arms folded across her chest, Hermione quickly ran in to the water. The water was warm and she soon relaxed. They didn’t go over their heads and they just swam around for an hour or so.

They noticed they were getting wrinkled from being in the water too long. They headed for the shore and Hermione almost forgot she was naked. When she realized this, she stopped.

“You alright?” Harry asked turning around and walking back to her.

“I’m fine, you go on ahead.” She suggested.

“No, I don’t want you to get lost or lose your footing,” he said, reaching out for her hand.

Hermione ducked down into the water, and as Harry was coming for her she saw his penis and looked away, blushing.

“Come on Hermione, you’re going to shrivel up if you stay in any longer.”

But Hermione’s mind was racing as he stood there. She was trying so hard not to look at it. He looked at her and then realized why she was avoiding looking at him.

“Hermione, do us both a favor.” Harry requested, grinning.

“What?” she asked, puzzled.

“Just look at it. You’re curious right? Then just look at it and get it over with. I don’t mind. I have nothing to hide.” He said, grinning.

For a few minutes, she looked and looked. Harry just stood there in the moonlight, watching her. She blushed a bit as she saw him watching her. He held his hand out to her again, and this time she took it, standing up in the water.

“I suppose you want to see me now?” She asked nervously.
Harry sighed and tried not to laugh. “Don't worry, 'Mione, I wouldn't ask you to do anything your not comfortable with," he replied as they began to walk out of the water

“Well, since I had a look at you, you should have a look at me. What’s fair is fair, right?” she asked.

“I don’t want to embarrass you.” Harry said slowly.

“You don’t want to?” Hermione asked.

“You don’t have to show me if you don’t want too.” Harry reassured her.

Relieved, Hermione followed Harry out of the lake. Once on the shore, Hermione grabbed her clothes and got dressed.

They walked up the hill to the rock. Hermione thought ‘most boys peek at girls, at least the pretty ones. Maybe Harry doesn’t think I’m pretty, and that’s why he hasn’t tried to do anything with me when we’re alone.’

Hermione suddenly realized why that thought hurt her. She really liked Harry and he didn’t find her attractive. He was good looking and had a wonderful smile, and she had to admit that he had a nice body. He was helping her control her powers, teaching her spells and how to protect herself and stay out of trouble. She owed him a lot.

He walked her home. They said good night at the gate. All she wanted was for him to kiss her, but they parted with only a long look at each other. She cried herself to sleep that night, and by morning, her mood hadn’t improved. She was so cranky that even her father had had enough; he suggested that she go out with Marcus, and finally, she gave in.