You Have... The Werewolf (Harry Potter Fanfic)

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She could see her friends giving her dirty looks, probably thinking she had lost her mind, as the man scurried to her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side while he began to walk with her off somewhere.

"Wonderful choice, love." he claimed, "For introductions, I'm Scabior, love and you are Hermione Jean Granger, third year at Hogwarts, the brightest witch of her age, Age fourteen, favorite thing to do is reading and studying, favorite teacher is McGonagall, least favorite is Snape, which isn't everyone's least favorite Snape, favorite book..." 

"HOLD ON!" Hermione screamed, pulling away from him, "How do you know these things?" 

Scabior chuckled while rubbing the back of his head. 

"Well, I had to learn about you a bit. I mean how else would I be able to understand where I should begin with teaching you," Scabior stated to her. Her eyes widened. 

"So what? Have you been spying on me or something while I was out and about in school?" Hermione asked him, a bit fearful of the answer even though part of her wanted it. He shrugged his shoulders. 

"Somewhat, mostly just reading into your file." Scabior answered her. Her mouth dropped as she stared at him in disbelief. He had actually went into her personal files just to read about her. That was horrible and frightening to know how easy he was able to get a hold of the file without even being notice or anything. Hermione then turned around as she headed back towards her friends. 

"Forget this! You can stay the bloody hell away from me!" Hermione ordered him as she kept shaking her head. 

"Oh come on Hermione! If it would make you feel better, I let you know a few things about me?" He told her. Hermione turned and shot a heated glare at him that could have killed someone if it could. 

"I don't want to know anything from you! Just stay away from me." She ordered him. While she and her friends began to walk away, she listened as Scabior rushed over and in front of her. 

"Okay, I get it. It was pretty damn low for me to look through your file and you have every right to not want to speak with me, but can I at least give you some damn good advise that those teachers are going to try to lie about and order you to do it?" Scabior pleaded. Hermione rolled her eyes as she groaned. 

"Fine, what is it?" she asked him. 

"Whatever you do, don't drink that potion." he told her, "trust me, that potion does more harm to you than good." 

"Of course you'll say that, you work for Fenrir," Ron growled at him. Scabior shot Ron a glare. 

"Yeah and all the damn writers on werewolves hate werewolves, so you kind of have to go by a leap of faith here," he growled and turned towards Hermione, "Don't you ever wonder why Remus is too tired the next day? How he's always covered in scars and bite marks from head to toe? Why he feels so miserable besides all the hate he gets for his condition?"  

Hermione paused as she shook her head that she didn't understand. Scabior nodded as he took a few steps closer to her. 

"It's because that potion actually poisons the wolf inside and makes the wolf attack its person... basically it's trying to get the wolf to kill itself." Scabior explained to her.