The Truth.

Chapter 3-Secret

After trying to read as much as I could on werewolves and other mythical creatures, I decided to head to the headmaster's office even though every nerve in my body was screaming at me to not to trust him. I had a week before I was heading back to my parents and I needed help as that was one thing I couldn't do on my own. I loved my parent's, but they never quite understood how I felt. They knew I was different, and they also knew I was gay and were a lot more supportive than I thought they would be. They tried to understand the magical world the best they could, but they were only muggles. I would tell Professor Mcgonagall but she would end up telling Dumbledore anyway so that was pointless. I came up to the statue and said the password 'lemon drops.' It opened to reveal stairs leading up to his office. Each step I took up, I became more uneasy, but I pushed forward. I could trust Dumbledore, right? Before I could change my mind, I was standing in front of his door. I took a breath and raised my hand to knock.

My hand was just about to hit the wooden door when it swung open. I entered silently and noticed no one was here. The door closed behind me as I stepped further into the room. Dumbledore's desk was in the Centre of the room. I walked towards his desk and saw what looked like a journal which was laid open. I just made out the written words of 'Plans for The Golden Trio.' But before I could investigate further, I heard some whispering and looked towards where the sound was coming form. I saw a painting that was covered slightly. Thanks to my enhanced hearing I caught words like 'Traitor', 'Evil' and 'Not trust.' I was confused. I started to walk towards the covered painting when I nearly screamed and jumped out of my skin when Dumbledore spoke.

"Ah, Hermione, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I calmed my racing heart and spun around to find Dumbledore now at his desk sat down. I was confused to where he had come from. How long has he been sat there for? I spoke saying "I wanted to talk to you sir." He gestured to the chair opposite him and I sat down. I took a deep breath and started to explain. "Headmaster, you know what happened that night with Sirius and Lupin. When we found out that Peter Pedgrew was Ronald's rat." He nodded. "You also know that Lupin transformed as it was a full moon." I paused. "When we used the time turner, I ended saving Harry by howling." He nodded and smiled slightly "Yes, very brave and clever Hermione." I smiled slightly but took a deep breath and said "Well, that wasn't only what happened that night. As it turns out, howling at a werewolf is bad and when that werewolf runs after you, well you run. Unfortunately, I tripped. This proved to be a very unlucky mistake as I was bit and scratched. I'm afraid I am sure I have the werewolf curse." He sat opposite me stroking his beard in thought after I explained. His face showed no emotion though I did see his brow twitch. I thought I saw anger and disgust in his eyes, but it was soon replaced with that all too familiar twinkle. "I shall help you Hermione. Since you will be going back to your parents within a week, I will put measures in place to help you with this unfortunate accident." I nodded relieved. I felt as if a weight had come off my shoulders. He continued "I ask that you tell no one else. Especially after the whole incident with Professor Lupin." I nodded and walked towards his door. Before I could go, he spoke "Oh, Hermione?" I turned to face him still holding the door open. "It is of utmost importance that this stays a secret." I replied and nodded uncertainly "Yes sir." I exited his office. I relieved slightly.

But why did I feel like I had just sold myself to the Devil? My skin was crawling with distrust and I felt a horrible sinking feeling in my gut. I brushed it away and just headed back to my dorm. If Dumbledore wished it to be kept secret, then it shall remain a secret.

It would be the worst and best mistake I would make in my life.

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Updated 12/01/20