Forsaken Bite (HP Fanfiction)

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After they had their bath, Hermione was sent back to her room (which she learned was also Fenrir and Scabior's room as well) to await getting dress. Hermione sat on her bed with only a towel wrapped around her thin body. Suddenly a knock came and caught her attention to glance at the doorway. 

"Hello?" Hermione called out. 

"It's just me, ma'am! Come to bring you some clothes." an older woman's voice pierce through the door. The door swung open and in came an older woman with an old tattered maid gown that had the sleeves torn off, her arms out holding clothes and shoes for her. Her silvery brown hair was tied back in a fish braid as her gentle misty-sapphire eyes beamed at her. 

"Why aren't you a pretty thing? Alpha and Beta were right about you being beautiful." the older woman stated while she walked over to Hermione. It finally dawned on her that even though the woman appeared older with her hair and her eyes shimmered with wisdom, her skin told another tale. It was smooth and wrinkle free, hard to tell really what her age was. 

"Excuse me, this may be rude but... how old are you? Twenty? Twenty five?" Hermione gave a guess based on her skin's story. The woman chuckled while a blush ran across her cheek and she headed Hermione a pair of underwear. Hermione slipped it on while the woman answered.  

"I never heard that answer over thirty years, Miss. I'm actually about a hundred and twenty. Give or take." She told her. Hermione's mouth dropped. 

"A hundred... and twenty? Werewolves can live that long?" Hermione gasped, trying to remember any hint of this information in her books about werewolves. The older woman shook her head to the sides. 

"Not if they take that potion. That potion actually limits one's life force because it makes the wolf slowly eat your body from the inside out." The woman explained to her before motioning for Hermione to stand up so she can help her get dress. Hermione shook her head while standing.

"I never knew." Hermione mumbled, upset with herself for not knowing something as important as this. The older woman lightly patted her shoulder. 

"Don't you fret none. The only werewolves those wizard are willingly to test on are those who take that potion. Too scared to come ask us real werewolves. Arms lift."  she explained while pulling out the dress for Hermione. Hermione lifted her arms as the woman put the black dress with a soft silk skirt with a cut in it to allow her legs to freely move as the base was a leather top. The woman then took care to zip up the back. Once she was done, she motion Hermione to see so she could get her shoes (a pair of black combat books) on. Hermione sat while lifting up her skirt so she could get to her feet. 

"May I ask another question?" Hermione asked her. 

"Of course, Miss." She told her while slipping her feet into the boots. 

"Did you have a hard time when you were turn? I mean... did it feel like..." Before Hermione finish, the woman spoke up. 

"Feel like there were two people within myself fighting for dominance over the other?" She asked. Hermione nodded her head that was indeed what she was asking. 

"Why yes, I felt just like that when it was my first week. When I was bit, my parents tossed me out of the house and demanded me to stay out of their lives. Boy, was it a time I needed someone the most. It got so bad, I couldn't tell if it was the wolf side ordering me around or my human side. I even thought about ending it all, I was just so fed up dealing with this uncertainty of what was happening to me." She claimed to Hermione, who nodded in agreement. 

"But then I met Fenrir. He brought me to the pack and told me to wait till my first full moon before deciding my death sentence. At first I thought he was crazy, I mean this strange man comes out of no where, telling me to hold on to dealing with this nightmare? However, I just did as he asked me to. When the day came, I changed into a werewolf. Then dawn came up. Suddenly the two sides were balanced in a sense. It was like they came to an agreement of what to do with the other. Never been a day that goes by I thank my lucky stars, I ran into Fenrir." 

Hermione was surprise with what the woman was saying. All through out the meetings with The Order, Remus only described Fenrir as this heartless, selfish monster that would kill you first before asking questions. However this woman and what she, herself, witness with Fenrir told another story to him. A more softer side. The woman stood up from the ground as she helped Hermione on her feet. 

"Now, don't you fret any of that. You got plenty of people here to help you through this. Lets get you something to eat, you are probably starving." she told Hermione while they walked out of the room, which made Hermione finally realize that she was indeed hungry... like a wolf.