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Guardians In Love	By : FyreFawn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16181 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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My information on Werewolves were mixed and matched from the following sites:

http://www.werewolffacts.zoomshare.com/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magical_creatures_in_Harry_Potter#Werewolves.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werewolf

Added Basilisk Information came from following site.

http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Basilisk

It was Hermione’s third week of being in the Hospital wing. Her tail and ears had long disappeared, though fur and whiskers still remained on her face.

At this moment in time she was currently finishing up the days homework. Harry and Ron visited her each day and brought her the assignments. Nee would pop in now and then to see if her mistress needed anything. By now, Ron and Harry had met Nee and were quite fond of the elf. Harry almost liked her better than Dobby, almost. Reasons why? Nee wasn’t trying to interfere to save his life and endangering it at the same time.

When Hermione wasn’t working on class assignments, she would keep herself busy by reading books. Piled up on her bedside table were various tomes of literature, including the two were books she had received for her birthday. Though she hadn’t finished the book about Pantera yet, she thought she might get started on the Dummies Guide to werewolves.

Hermione huffed a bit as she opened the cover, still believing it was an insult to her intelligence, but none the less, she began to read;

Chapter One

Truth

The werewolf (also known as lycan) is a creature that exists only for a brief period around the full moon. At any other time, a werewolf is a normal human. However, the term werewolf is used for both the wolf-like creature and the normal human.

A werewolf can be distinguished from a true wolf physically by several small distinguishing characteristics, including the pupils, snout, and tufted tail. In addition to the natural characteristics inherent to both wolves and humans, werewolves are often attributed strength and speed far beyond those of wolves or men.

A person can become a werewolf by being born a werewolf, bitten by a werewolf (in wolf-form), cursed by someone you have wronged in some way, and being given the power through sorcery. These are the only real ways. Once this happens, the person must learn to manage the condition.

The 'Wolfsbane Potion' controls some of the effects of the condition; by allowing the sufferer to maintain their human mind in wolf form, it prevents them from harming others. The potion tastes horrible and very few are skilled enough to brew it. The addition of sugar to the potion renders it useless and inert. Nothing discovered in the wizarding world can completely cure a werewolf.

All werewolves can communicate threw a form of telepathy which enables them to hunt and perform more efficiently.

Werewolves are virtually immortal because of the constant regeneration of their physical tissue, making their true age somewhat difficult to determine. Werewolves in a pack have a physic link that bonds them together; if one werewolf in the pack dies the other werewolves can sense his death.

Silver will not kill a werewolf, although it will cause pain and discomfort. A werewolf can be killed by any wound that completely destroys the heart or the brain, but decapitation is the most effective way. Some beliefs state that holly water can kill a werewolf, this is false. Christianity or anything pertaining to Christianity offends some werewolves. Crosses, holy water, and the bible do not ward off werewolves.

There are several ways to tell if someone in a werewolf. Becoming a werewolf is not transparent, no matter how the victim tries to hide it. Look for symptoms in your human suspects that include increasing violence, increasing aggression, unprovoked rages, insomnia, restlessness, and other bizarre behavior.

Werewolves do not only turn on a full moon, neither do they have to. A werewolf can change his form and shape shift at will whenever he wants to, at day or night. Although newly turned werewolves are sometimes forced to change by certain aspects of the lunar cycles or certain sounds such as the howling of another werewolf.

Most werewolves live outside normal society and steal food to survive.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief as she set the book down, thoughts racing through her mind. It seemed to her that many magical creatures are treated very poorly, from house elves to centaurs and werewolves. She wanted to change things, and was determined that she would. It would take a while, but she had her goals now set for when she grew up. She would be the one to change the wizarding laws and bring more rights to those being persecuted and put down in the wizarding world.

The walls were all covered with large, lurid pink flowers. Worse still, heart-shaped confetti was falling from the pale blue ceiling.

Snape sat very annoyed and stony faced next to Lockhart, looking as though someone had just fed him a large beaker of skele-gro. McGonagall, who was on the other side of Lockhart, had the same stony feature on her face, her cheek muscle ticking.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Lockhart shouted. "And may I thank the forty-six people who have so far sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all — and it doesn't end here!"

Lockhart clapped his hands and through the doors to the entrance hall marched a dozen surly-looking dwarfs. Not just any dwarfs, however. Lockhart had them all wearing golden wings and carrying harps.

Snape gritted his teeth together.

"My friendly, card-carrying cupids!" beamed Lockhart. "They will be roving around the school today delivering your valentines! And the fun doesn't stop here! I'm sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion!

“I’ll enter the spirit of occasion,” Snape sneered to himself, “by hexing the idiot to explode into tiny confetti hearts. That’s my spirit of occasion.

Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion!

Snape, looking as though the first person to ask him for a Love Potion would be force-fed poison, growled silently, “Not bloody likely!”

Extremely relieved that his breakfast finely arrived, Snape ate quickly and left the hall as fast as he could.

If he thought about it clearly, he would realize that he was jealous. After all, Lockhart could stop blabbering about all the Valentine’s Day cards he had received from his admirers, Hermione being one of them.

He knew she was a young girl and would have her school girl crushes. It was all a part of growing up. But dammit! She was his girl, his and Remus’. She should have sent them a card and not one to that loony bastard. His visage grew darker as he swept into his office and slammed the door behind him.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always known that Hagrid had an unfortunate liking for large and monstrous creatures.

During their first year at Hogwarts he had tried to raise a dragon in his little wooden house, and it would be a long time before they forgot the giant, three-headed dog he'd christened "Fluffy."

Harry half wished he hadn't found out how to work Riddle's diary. Again and again Ron and Hermione made him recount what he'd seen, until he was heartily sick of telling them and sick of the long, circular conversations that followed.

"Riddle might have got the wrong person," said Hermione. "Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people…"

"How many monsters d'you think this place can hold?" Ron asked dully.

"We always knew Hagrid had been expelled," said Harry miserably. "And the attacks must've stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldn't have got his award."

Ron tried a different tack.

"Riddle does sound like Percy — who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway?"

"But the monster had killed someone, Ron," said Hermione.

The conversation continued well on into the evening.

Easter had now passed by and Hermione woke up one morning to brilliant sunshine and a light, refreshing breeze.

Hermione was leaving the great hall with Ron and Harry after just finishing breakfast when she and Ron both jumped away from Harry in alarm as he shouted aloud.

"The voice!" said Harry, -looking over his shoulder. "I just heard it again — didn't you?"

Ron shook his head, wide-eyed. Hermione, however, clapped a hand to her forehead.

"Harry — I think I've just understood something! I've got to go to the library!"

And she sprinted away, up the stairs.

Hermione breathed heavily as she rushed into the library, quickly slowing to a walk with a glare from Madam Pince. She walked over the magical creatures section and browsed through the books until she found what she was looking for.

She pulled the book, Snakes and other Slithering Serpents, out from the shelf and thumbed through the table of contents. Ah! Here it was. Basilisk; Chapter 6.

Hermione sat in a nearby chair to read;

The Basilisk is a giant serpent, also known as the King of Serpents. It is a creature bred by Dark Wizards. Herpo the Foul was the first to breed a Basilisk. Basilisk breeding was banned in medieval times. The practice can be hidden when the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures comes to check by simply removing the egg from the toad.

Although classified as an XXXXX creature, meaning it is a known wizard-killer that cannot be domesticated due to its immense powers, because the Basilisk is still a serpent, a Parselmouth may place a Basilisk under his or her control. This depends on the relationship between the Basilisk and the Parselmouth.

"Of the many fearsome beasts and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curious or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which may reach gigantic size, and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad. Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it."

Hermione didn’t bother to read the rest of the chapter. She now knew what was in that Chamber of Secrets and why Harry could hear the monster. She had to let harry know as soon as possible, but not without some precaution, for she also knew why the other victims weren’t dead and only petrified.

Her only problem was that she had absolutely nothing with her that would reflect and nothing on her that she could transfigure into a small mirror.

Hermione would have to take the risk to walk to her common room to get one. She left the library and happened to run into Penelope Clearwater.

Hermione walked over to her and asked, “Penelope, you wouldn’t happen to have a mirror with you that I could borrow for a little bit would you? I would bring it right back, of course.”

Penelope, more than a little curious as to why Hermione would want her vanity mirror, as Hermione did not wear makeup questioned back, “How long is right back and why do you need it?”

This question was not asked rudely and so Hermione answered honestly, “I have figured out that the monster in the chamber of secrets is actually a Basilisk. The reason the others weren’t killed was because they didn’t look straight into its eyes. They saw it through a reflection.”

Penelope seemed impressed with Hermione. “Very well, I don’t mind. But can I come with you? It’s not that I don’t trust you, but in case you happen to run across it before you can bring my mirror back, I don’t want to be without it.”

Hermione smiled at Penelope, “Sure, that’s fine. Thank you.”

Penelope smiled back and the girls left the library together, carefully using the mirror to check the hallways, when they suddenly came upon the creature and froze, literally.

Snape had to commend himself on his acting skills. There were many reasons he was a successful spy, and this was one of them. When he couldn’t be with Hermione, checking up on her, he knew that Nee was. Nee cared very much for her mistress and he was glad about that.

He rolled his eyes at Draco’s comments as he made his rounds during class.

"I told you he thinks Dumbledore's the worst headmaster the school's ever had. Maybe we'll get a decent headmaster now. Someone who won't want the Chamber of Secrets closed. McGonagall won't last long; she's only filling in…"

Snape swept past Harry, making no comment about Hermione's empty seat and cauldron.

"Sir," said Malfoy loudly. "Sir, why don't you apply for the headmaster's job?"

"Now, now, Malfoy," said Snape, though he couldn't suppress a thin-lipped smile, as he thought about taking that spoiled brat over his knee and giving him ‘what for’. "Professor Dumbledore has only been suspended by the governors. I daresay he'll be back with us soon enough."

"Yeah, right," said Malfoy, smirking. "I expect you'd have Father's vote, sir, if you wanted to apply for the job— I'll tell Father you're the best teacher here, sir —"

Snape smirked as he swept off around the dungeon. “You go ahead Mr. Malfoy and just see what happens then.” Snape thought evilly.

Snape sighed as the bell rang and barked at his students to hurry as he had to escort them to Herbology.

As soon as that was done, he went straight away to see Hermione.

Snape filtered into the room with the other teachers. Some of them were looking puzzled, others downright scared. Then Professor McGonagall arrived.

"It has happened," she told the silent staff room. "A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the Chamber itself."

Professor Flitwick let out a squeal. Professor Sprout clapped her hands over her mouth. Snape gripped the back of a chair very hard and said, "How can you be sure?"

"The Heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall, who was very white, "left another message. Right underneath the first one. 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever."

Professor Flitwick burst into tears.

"Who is it?" said Madam Hooch, who had sunk, weak-kneed, into a chair. "Which student?"

"Ginny Weasley," said Professor McGonagall.

"We shall have to send all the students home tomorrow," said Professor McGonagall. "This is the end of Hogwarts. Dumbledore always said…"

The staffroom door banged open again. It was Lockhart, and he was beaming.

"So sorry — dozed off — what have I missed?"

"He didn't seem to notice that the other teachers were looking at him with something remarkably like hatred.

Snape grinned in his mind and stepped forward.

"Just the man," he said. "The very man. A girl has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart. Taken into the Chamber of Secrets itself. Your moment has come at last."

Lockhart blanched and Snape chuckled silently.

"That's right, Gilderoy," chipped in Professor Sprout. "Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?"

"I — well, I —"sputtered Lockhart.

"Yes, didn't you tell me you were sure you knew what was inside it?" piped up Professor Flitwick.

"D-did I? I don't recall —"

Snape felt very vindictive at this moment. His girl was petrified at this moment, and who better to pay than the over flamboyant idiot Lockhart?

"I certainly remember you saying you were sorry you hadn't had a crack at the monster before Hagrid was arrested," said Snape. "Didn't you say that the whole affair had been bungled, and that you should have been given a free rein from the first?"

Lockhart stared around at his stony-faced colleagues.

"I — I really never — you may have misunderstood —"

"We'll leave it to you, then, Gilderoy," said Professor McGonagall. "Tonight will be an excellent time to do it. We'll make sure everyone's out of your way. You'll be able to tackle the monster all by yourself. A free rein at last."

Lockhart gazed desperately around him, but nobody came to the rescue. He didn't look remotely handsome anymore. His lip was trembling, and in the absence of his usually toothy grin, he looked weak-chinned and feeble.

"V-very well," he said. "I'll — I'll be in my office, getting — getting ready."

And he left the room.

"Right," said Professor McGonagall, whose nostrils were flared, "that's got him out from under our feet. The Heads of Houses should go and inform their students what has happened. Tell them the Hogwarts Express will take them home first thing tomorrow. Will the rest of you please make sure no students have been left outside their dormitories?"

The teachers rose and left, one by one. Snape left last, a malicious, but satisfied look on his face.

Snape took the batches of Mandrake Juice up to Madam Pomfrey, and soon she would distribute it to the petrified victims.

He stopped by Hermione’s bed on the way out and spoke to Nee.

“How is she doing?”

“O Sir! She is beings okay. I have been talkings to her and lettings her know that she wills be cured soon.”

“You are doing a very good job of looking after your Mistress Nee. Leave me alone with her for a moment please.”

“Thank yous sir. Yes sir.” Nee left.

Snape sat in the chair next to Hermione’s bed and gently stroked her hair. He knew she could hear, see and feel him, but also knew that she would think it only a dream after she was un-petrified.

“You are such an intelligent young witch Hermione. To figure out that monster was a Basilisk? No one else could have done it. Never let anyone tell you that you aren’t wise or beautiful. Because you are, very much so. I am very proud of you young lady and can’t wait to see how you mature.”

He was quiet for a while and spoke again. “I am very selfish and shouldn’t want you to grow up quickly, because you need to enjoy your child hood. But how I wish, and I am sure Remus too, wishes, that you grow up quickly. So much sooner we could make you ours, and protect you better dear one.”

“Madam Pomfrey is about to wake you up soon. Know that you are always watched after and loved. Never forget that, and soon you will be with us, your mates who care for you.”

Snape stood up, kissed Hermione gently on her forehead and left.

Hermione came to, her eyesight fuzzy. Her limbs felt stiff and sore as her muscles slowly relaxed, her arms drifting down to the bed. She blinked a couple of times, trying to clear her vision and saw Madam Pomfrey above her.

“Madam Pomfrey... what..?”

“Welcome back child.” She said cheerily. “Don’t worry; your mind will soon catch up. You my dear ended up being petrified by the Basilisk. It’s a good thing you were wise enough to figure out what had happened. When I stop to think that if you and Miss Clearwater hadn’t a mirror available… Well, I won’t go on, because it didn’t happen that way.”

“Just relax a few minutes more and you can go see your friends. Ron and Harry are Hero’s you know.”

Just then Professor Dumbledore walked in. “Ah, Miss Granger! It is good to see you back to health. I have it on good notice from Ron and Harry that if it wasn’t for you, they would not have known about the Basilisk.”

Hermione sat up and smiled at Dumbledore, “They figured it out?!”

Professor Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye and filled Hermione in on what had happened.

Hermione ended up falling asleep for a couple of hours after Dumbledore left, after all, being petrified was very exhausting business. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but think about a dream she might have had while she was petrified, a dream involving Professor Snape.

Later Hermione walked down to the celebration feast. Upon seeing Harry, she ran over to him screaming, “You solved it! You Solved it.”

The rest of the term passed by quickly and mostly normal. Hermione was a bit disgruntled that Defense Against the Dark Arts had been canceled and was still upset that exams had been canceled, especially after all her hard studying. But she made up for the fact by being proud about what Ron and Harry had done.

Too soon, it was time for the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny got a compartment to themselves. They made the most of the last few hours in which they were allowed to do magic before the holidays. They played Exploding Snap, set off the very last of Fred and George's Filibuster fireworks, and practiced disarming each other by magic.

Hermione patiently waited as Harry pulled out his quill and a bit of parchment and turned to her and Ron. "This is called a telephone number," he told Ron, scribbling it twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. "I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer — he'll know. Call me at the Dursleys', okay? I can't stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to…"

"Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, won't they?" said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. "When they hear what you did this year?"

"Proud?" said Harry. "Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be furious…"

And together they walked back through the gateway to the muggle world.

Remus and Severus were relaxing in the large Jacuzzi tub together at Snape's new home. He had sold Spinners End, which was part of getting rid of all the bad memories, and had bought a larger home. It wasn’t a Manor, but was a fairly good sized house. One they wanted to have for Hermione and their future children to live and grow in. Severus had filled Remus in on the rest of the school year as things had been so chaotic they had no chance to communicate after Christmas.

Remus continued to learn much more about Severus’ past life as the summer continued on. Severus ended up making peace of some nature with his past by visiting James and Lily in the 777^th dimension. All had been forgiven. And though Snape would still have trials to go through, and some would not be easy, he felt they were much more accomplishable now. And by no means did this change his attitude much. He could still be snarky and still did not like to bare his emotions for people to see.

It was now the beginning of August, the 2^nd to be exact. Remus and Severus were at the table eating breakfast, Remus opening the Daily Prophet.

Remus took one glance at the headline and froze in horror. He began to breathe quickly, Severus noticing this, asked concernedly, “Remus, what’s wrong?”

With shaking hands, Remus slid the paper over to Severus.

Severus turned the paper so he was able to see the headline and he himself froze.

DAILY PROPHET

Ministry Hiding Information on Azkaban Prison Escape?

It has been rumored that Notorious Mass Murderer Sirius Black has escaped. Though the Ministry of Magic denies any such thing, many have come forward saying they have sited the criminal. Who is telling the truth? We will follow up this story when we have more information. Until then, be safe and stay on guard!
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