The Truth.

Chapter 1-That night.

I let out a fake howl and watched as werewolf professor Lupin headed towards me and Harry. Well done Hermione. Now you have a werewolf after you. "RUN!" Me and Harry quickly ran with everything that we had. We headed further into the woods. Harry tripped and I quickly helped him up, but I ended up behind him. My muscles were aching and there was burning in my lungs, but I pushed through it. I could hear Lupin gaining on us. I couldn't help but spare a glance behind and I should have known that it would have been a bad idea. I ended up tripping gaining scrapes along my hands and forearms. I looked up hopefully to see Harry stopping and helping me up, but I looked and watched as his back disappeared further into the woods. I was about to shout his name until my body tensed and froze up when hot breath hit the back of my neck. I was terrified.

I slowly flipped myself over and watched as Lupins wolf backed away slowly, but he watched me curiously and with a slight hunger in its eyes. Its near dark blue eyes seem to stare into my soul. I slowly stood up and started to back away quietly. My eyes stayed trained on him and he sniffed the air and seemed to let out a whine. I thought he wouldn't attack but he suddenly leapt at me and I let out a scream of terror. But soon after the weight of him disappeared and was replaced with nothing. I watched as BuckBeak attacked and scared the wolf away. I watch him scramble away scared. I let out a breath. I jumped as Harry suddenly appeared out of now where and said, "You alright Hermione?" I nodded not quite trusting my voice. I did wonder where Harry had gone but brushed it aside as him not noticing. The air suddenly seemed to freeze. Me and Harry looked up and spotted hundreds, near thousands of Dementors. My blood seemed to almost freeze in my veins and there seem to be a dark cloud suddenly over me. I knew Dementors were horrible creatures and caused a person to lose their happy memories and replace them with the bad when they were near. Harry seem to forget about my almost death as he rushed to save Sirius. I was a bit miffed that he didn't seem to care but I followed him anyway.

He thought that it was his dad that saved him, I tried to tell him, but he refused to believe it. I mean no offence, but his parents are dead and I'm pretty sure dead means dead. He did an Expecto Patronum. He saved himself and Sirius. I could feel slight pain, but I ignored it. The adrenaline in my body helped numb the abuse my body had faced tonight. Soon enough we were flying on BuckBeak. I clutched tightly to his feathers as we flew. I hated flying with a passion. Prefer the ground thank you. Both Harry and Sirius were loving it. I just rolled my eyes at their stupidity. Could they be any louder! I would prefer not to get caught. After I was practically ignored by Harry and Sirius, which wasn't any different to what usually happens, me and Harry ran towards the infirmary. We arrived just as Dumbledore was leaving. He had that seemingly knowing twinkle in his eyes. I always felt uncomfortable whenever Dumbledore was around. I had no idea why; but something would always feel wrong when I was near him. I just brushed it off as nerves due to him being the headmaster. Harry and me entered the infirmary to be greeted by a shocked Ron. Thankfully, Ron was seemed more worried about Harry and how he 'saved' Sirius. I was annoyed that I got no credit. Most of the time I felt as if I was just used for my knowledge or to do their homework. I felt used and discarded. I know they probably didn't mean it but sometimes I wondered. I didn't really have other friends other than Neville and Luna. I mean who would want to hang around with a 'mudblood.' I loathed that word with a passion. Though I noticed that Ron always seem to conveniently want to talk whenever they showed up. He also thought he was charming, but he just made me feel uncomfortable. I knew I was also gay; however I would never tell them. Something in my gut just told me not too so I never did.

I let out a sigh as I headed toward my room towards the Gryffindor wing. I had left Harry and Ron as I was tired, not that they noticed. They never do. I felt my muscles relax as i entered my room. The colours being red and gold. I didn't mind it too much but I much preferred darker colours. Not that anyone knew. I also would have occasional dark thoughts, but I never told anyone. I knew it wasn't normal to have them; so, I kept it under lock and key. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I could feel the cuts and bruise my body had attained throughout the night. My side and shoulder were hurting the most, so I headed to the bathroom to clean up. I froze when I was down to my pants. I blinked furiously to see if it was actually there. I turned my body slightly to get a better look and my fears were confirmed. Ice filled my veins as not only was there a massive bite just above my hip; which gathered I got when Lupin jumped me, but there was four claw marks from the top of my left shoulder down across my chest. I thought to when I could have got this and realised it would have been when I got knocked over when Snape did. Tears filled my eyes as I realised that I now potentially have the curse. I let a sob when I knew it was a high chance since I had a bite and a scratch. After Merlin knows how long, I calmed myself down and cleaned up. Once I was in bed, everything from tonight just overwhelmed me and I ended crying myself to the point where I passed out.

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Updated 12/01/20