Wolfblood

CHAPTER TWO

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Two months later...

The sounds of chirping birds woke Hermione and her eyes slowly opened as she stretched herself out in her bed, sighing when her back seemed to 'click' and she snuggled further into the warmth of her blanket as she stared between the small gap in the curtains and out the window. It seemed that day was going to be cloudy with rain, but she didn't mind; it reminded her of Britain.

It had been two months since finalising the details of her move and she had been in her new home for one week. She was assigned the location of Beacon Hills, a known hell-mouth for supernatural beings, and given that most of her time would be spent on the place, she'd decided it would be a lot easier if she settled there.

She didn't work for the RCMC Department per se, rather she was expected to report to them if she came across a series of killings, injuries or rule breaks and she was to be the one responsible for finding the culprit and obtaining them, if not possible, killing it.

The job allowed her freedom to continue with her research into magical and supernatural beings, as well as working the hours she wished to and being paid handsomely for her efforts. She was also her own boss and she had no one watching for her to make mistakes, or to follow her around asking for photographs, interviews and autographs. She had no restrictions; so long as she complied with the laws, she had full control in regards to how she best thought to deal with any situation she may find herself entangled in. She just had to remember to complete and send an after-action report to the RCMC Department so it could be filed and accessed at a later date if it was needed for any reason.

It had taken little time to get her affairs sorted and once she'd said her goodbyes to Harry and the Weasleys, she packed up and moved as soon as she could. She'd found a little rundown cottage in a clearing in the middle of the large expanse of woods and happily snatched it up, enjoying the fact that it was a fixer-upper. With the aid of magic, she'd been able to do so in only two days and it had taken her even less time to decorate it.

It had the essentials of a kitchen, living room and a bathroom, and it had two bedrooms. Deciding she needed more space, she cast an Enlargement Charm on the building in order for her to be able to create a potions lab and a library.

In the first week that she had been in Beacon Hills, no strange deaths had occurred and nothing had drawn her attention, so she'd spent most of her time in her cottage, reading and brewing potions, and the rest of it exploring the stretch of woods. She hadn't met anyone since her move but she didn't think she would with being so far away from the other residents of Beacon Hills. She liked the solidarity; she liked the quiet, but even she needed human interaction and all she had for company were Crookshanks and Magic, her cat and newly adopted puppy.

Hearing a quiet barking, she peered over the edge of the bed and laughed at seeing the little pup sitting with his tail wagging and his floppy ears down on his head. She leaned over picked up her new pet and settled him on the bed, laughing when he bounded over to Crookshanks who was asleep. The old and grumpy cat wasn't impressed at being woken so rudely and he hissed at Magic and swiped at him with his paw. Magic only yipped and bowed his back with his tail swishing in the air, wishing to play.

Hermione chuckled and shook her head. "Magic," she called softly and the little puppy turned and bounded over to her, jumping up onto her stomach and licking at her face.

It had been her first day in Beacon Hills when she had been driving down the road and almost ran over the little puppy. She skidded to a stop and jumped from the car, immediately chasing him through the woods until she caught up to him. She was able to get close enough to him that she could take him back to the car and take him to the vet to be checked over and scanned for a microchip. She hadn't seen a collar on him and he'd been dirty, but despite being scared, he had a lovely nature so she was certain he belonged to someone.