Hello, here is the first of many One-Shot stories! Please review/comment and feel free to request that I continue one of the stories. If I do receive a request, I will try to post a New Story containing the updated story. Thank you :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Grimmauld Place 12 was a lonely place around this time of year, but it still seemed to feel full somehow. Even with Molly Weasley's cleaning spells and dedication, the large house had layers of dust, all kinds of strange molds, and old furniture scattered amongst the rooms. Granted it did look much better than it had several years ago, nobody had that much time on their hands or wanted to fully take on the old dark house.
The air was chilly outside as the wind and snow swirled around the sky, building up on the shrubbery and trees on the lawn just past the front door. The large house was silent except for the deep chiming of an ancient grandfather clock and the roaring fire that burned in the grand fireplace of the parlor room.
Everything had a place in that house, no matter how dark and twisted it was, except for the lone werewolf that sat on the couch. He stared deeply at the fire, clearly lost in thought, perhaps thinking about the Holidays that were coming up in a few short days.
Christmas, what a horrible time of the year for those with no family.
The fire place gave a sort of crackled whistle to alert the residence before a young woman appeared via floo. She gave a short cough and quickly dusted herself off to make sure there was no remaining soot on herself, before stepping out of the fire place.
The woman wore a pair of well-fitted muggle jeans along with a nice red pull over. Muggle clothes? Who wore muggle clothes? Remus thought but understood immediately when he saw her hair.
Her long dark curls had a wild exotic quality to them, bringing out her big brown doe-like eyes: Hermione Granger.
Remus could feel his heart skip a beat as he looked at her. The young woman- Hermione- held his attention with a single desperate look. Her thick yet shaped eyebrows were pulled together in a worried, sad way, while her lips had a slight quiver to them.
"Remus..." She stated, "He-he's been attacked." Her hands twisted in a nervous fashion and she averted her eyes to avoid crying.
Remus's eyes widened, his heart thumping loudly. Who had been attacked? Oh, gods, please not Harry! He pleaded. Remus took a gently step forward, "Who was attacked, Hermione?" He whispered.
She sniffled and wiped away a falling tear before looking him dead in the eyes, "Ron. Ron was attacked by Fenrir Greyback."