Summary: The snatchers scene in the first of the Deathly Hallows movies was originally meant to be set in an abandoned block of flats in East London. This is how I imagined it, based on the extra information that Scabior wasn't there and all the snatchers were actually werewolves.
"Oh, Harry, you can't!" Hermione pleaded with him. The idea of going back to Hogwarts when the Dark Lord was so powerful was a horrifyingly stupid idea. He would be putting his own and therefore everyone else's lives in danger.
"I have to try-" Harry was cut across by Hermione again.
"What if he's there though?" Her voice sounded very shrilly and desperate now.
"Who?" Ron butted in, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. He was lying on the ground, head slightly propped up against the decaying walls of the small room they were in.
"Voldemort, you idiot!" Hermione nearly shrieked. She froze. As did the others.
Voldemort. Crack.
"Hermione..." Ron whispered, his eyes wide with fear.
"Sshh." Harry snapped as he turned towards the window. They had all heard the unmistakable noise of apparition.
The snatchers were here.
Ron struggled out of his sleeping bag and turned towards the tent.
"There's no time for that – go!" Harry shouted. Hermione didn't need to be told twice as she sprinted for the nearest exit, followed closely by the others.
They stopped just outside the door, peering over the metal railing of the balcony. They could make out a few floors below them the shape of the snatchers in the darkness and one particularly large one in front. Greyback.
Hermione gulped and reached backwards, shoving the other two against the doorframe. She let her arms drop to her sides as she motioned for them to silently make their way along the balcony. They were halfway along to the stairs when a black cat slinked out from one of the beaten up doorframes. Its patchy fur looked as if it was falling out and its milky eyes suggested its age. It mewled at the trio, moving closer. Hermione walked by and so did Harry, but the cat hissed when Ron tried to pass.
He stuck a foot out towards it in warning and suddenly it sprung upwards towards his face. Ron yelled out in surprise. The cat landed on his shoulders and promptly dug its claws in.
"GET IT OFFA ME!" Ron yelled, panicking and completely forgetting why they had recently been silent.
Greyback's eyes darted along the balcony in their direction. He grinned, baring his gruesome canines and advanced, flanked by his faithful snatchers.
Harry whipped his wand from his back pocket and flicked it, sending the black cat over the edge of the balcony. They all heard another thud. And then the cat's scream of agony. And then a sneeze.
Hermione grabbed the other two by the arm and pelted off towards the stairs. Hearts racing, chests wheezing, legs aching but they didn't dare stop.
Greyback motioned for his men to go around and block the other end, he took Ike and approached from behind. As they ran up the wall, grabbing hold of the ledge in their hands, they landed on the balcony, vibrations running all along. Hermione felt the shock run along the concrete floor and she froze, looking back.
She turned around and dashed down the stairs, taking two sometimes three at a time. She occasionally flicked curses over the back of her shoulder and at times heard a satisfying groan of pain, but Hermione knew that they weren't strong enough and would only hold the snatchers up, not stop them completely.
Harry wasn't sure if he should be grateful for their location or not. On the upside they were so far out on the edge of London there was no way any authority could find them and send them out again. But then again they were so far out on the edge of London that they would find it hard to find somewhere to get lost in. There was of course the option of apparating away but there was that small problem associated with apparating that Harry detested.
Apart from nearly throwing up, when someone disapparated they left behind a magical void which lasted a few seconds. If someone crossed that point then they would also be transported along with them. Harry cursed under his breath, they needed to be much further away to even begin considering how to escape.
They sprinted down the final block of stairs and bounded away from the building.
"What do we do?" Ron shouted from the back of the group.
Hermione flung her head back to shoot him a look; if he was stupid enough to believe that they would shout out their plan for the whole world to hear then he was sorely mistaken. Ron groaned as he rounded a concrete corner which caught his shoulder. He spun around and tripped over his own feet. Hermione looked back to see Greyback motion for the others to descend on him. She whipped her wand around and threw a curse which sent all of them flying about three metres. Beaming with satisfaction she looked down on Ron and offered her hand which he took, flushing a bright red and mumbling apologetically. Hermione yanked him off the ground and kept running.
They followed Harry blindly, running up some stairs into another block of flats. Hermione knew in the back of her mind that this was a bad idea so she bolted forward and said to Harry in between wheezing gasps.
"Harry...we can't...go up here...trapped."
Harry didn't turn his head but replied with similar difficulty, "If we can...get away...apparate...back to forest."
Hermione nodded and took the lead, pausing when she got to the top to look into every room. All the doors were locked and she didn't want to attract their attention by blowing one of the doors down. Hermione pushed the last door open and slid inside, followed closely by the others. They had just stood up and closed the door when Hermione swung the door out again and exited the room as quickly as they'd entered.
"What the hell are you doing?" Harry shouted at her.
"He was in there!" Hermione nearly screamed. She was on the verge of hysterics.
Ron yelled back, "I didn't see 'im!"
"I did, he was there!" And if to prove her right, Greyback grabbed hold of the door and ripped it to pieces in his huge hands. Harry and Ron stared, transfixed with horror.
"Come on!" Hermione snapped them out of their nightmarish trances. Grabbing hold of the cold metal handrail she pulled herself down the stairs.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted at her but it was too late. Hermione was caught by an unusually tall man with messy black hair and kohl round his eyes. His had a studded leather jacket and huge working boots. Hermione squealed as he grabbed her hair roughly and wrapped a lean arm around her neck.
"Go!" She screamed at them, if she wasn't going to make it then she wouldn't hold the others back too.
Harry and Ron deliberated for a moment before running down the other way. They slid to a halt right in front of Ike before dashing off in the other direction. Harry saw the other two snatchers at the end of the balcony behind Greyback, strolling towards them, grins on their dirty faces.
Harry leant over the railings and gauged the distance from the top to the floor. It was too far to jump without getting broken ankles, but then again they had their wands. Ron and Harry yanked their wands from their jackets and just as they were about to apparate, they flew out of their hands and into the big, calloused ones of Fenrir Greyback. He strode towards them, a grizzly grin on his features. Ron and Harry stepped back right into the hands of Mars and Finn. They held them fast and quickly searched them, finding nothing of interest.
Fenrir eyed Hermione and decided to save the best until last, stepping over to the other two boys. One was tall and ginger with broad shoulders and a mean glare. The other was shorter with black hair and round glasses and a scar on his fore- wait, what?
Fenrir frowned and stepped towards Harry. He threw their wands, including the girl's, to Ike, and raised a hand to lift up the fringe of Harry.
"No fuckin' way..." He murmured, eyes suddenly alight, "We've caught Harry Potter!"
The other werewolves all turned to stare at the teenager whose face had gone a deathly pale. Harry glanced back at Greyback and gulped. His wolfish face was gazing at him like he was a pot of gold. A big pot of gold. And basically, to him he was a big pot of gold.
"Change of plan, let's go pay a little visit to the Malfoy's instead."
A/N: Thank you for reading, reviews would be much appreciated ;)