The Other Half

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Prologue


She moved through the undergrowth with ease, surprising for a creature so large. However it was her domain, no one knew these woods like she did, every tree every birds nest. Freedom that’s what these trees were to her, free to let the other part of her self go. The scent of her own kind reached her, her pack, her family. The comfort their scent on the wind gave her a sense of belonging. She reached the clearing that lead to the cliffs edge looking over onto the lake that lead to the sea. She smelled the air as she looked up at the moon, not yet full but bright and casting shadows of her fur onto the grass beside her. She could feel the dawn coming and with it July first, there was still time until she had to go back to school, back to her other existence. As she retreated into the woods she pondered how long this other part of herself she would be able to keep secret. Perhaps another year. Maybe… Hopefully.

It did not take her long to return to the large house hidden in the wilderness of the north of England, as her speed was much greater than that of any ordinary wolf, or werewolf for that matter. Before entering she called upon her other self willing it to come forth. The brown fur receded as creamy skin grew and stretched over cracking bones and retracting fangs. She stood on two legs pushed the brown locks out of her hair with one former paw and reached for the door handle and opened the door. Her nudity went unnoticed by the other occupants of the house. Michael sat reading as he always did in his human disguise something by Patricia Cromwell, he did love mysteries. She walked by the two squabbling men on the floor, if she hadn’t seen them act this way all her life she would have thought them children and not the 100 or so years old they were. Smiling to herself she went upstairs and entered the last room on the right. Dropping down onto the large soft bed she sighed. The run had done her good, she needed to do it more often and not just during the summer as Michael had so often told her, but she had never felt it was necessary till the end of her fourth year. Upon hearing Harry’s ordeal after the tri-Wizard tournament she felt a surge of animalistic rage caused by the extreme protectiveness towards those she cares about. She had only felt such a rage before in a fight with another of her kind, that burning, searing rage that demanded blood - even now thinking about it she could almost taste the coppery liquid as memories of it filling her mouth as she tore the beasts throat out. She maybe a hybrid but as the other purebred found out she was by no means weak.
Filled with thoughts of her friends reactions when she would eventually have to tell them the truth sleep did not come easy. At last the familiar sounds David, and Tony’s cub-like fights lulled her to sleep.
Her rest was short-lived as the tapping of a bird at the window on her heightened senses jerked her awake. Muttering obscenities she opened the window, a Hogwarts owl flew into the room, upon its landing on the bed it stuck out its leg . ‘it’s a little early for booklists, isn’t it?’ she wondered to herself as she retrieved the letter. Opening the letter she could smell Ron’s scent he had written it. It was an invitation to spend the summer at his. The writing was formal, too formal but in Ron’s handwriting.
She summarised that Ron had been told what to write by someone at Hogwarts, raising the piece of parchment to her nose she detected the faint scent of someone old with an undertone of lemon sherbets - Dumbledore.
“Well how am I going to deal with this one?” she asked the ball of orange fur curled up on her trunk at the foot of the bed. He ignored her and continued with his nap.
Michael would have to be told. Hopefully he could come up with a solution, hopefully he could help her hide the truth - that Hermione Granger was not only half Witch but also half Prowler.