A/N: The Snatchers come across Harry and Hermione's old campsite. I do not own Harry Potter.
Submission for:
Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Harpies – Write about the Snatchers.
Open Category 3: Could Be Canon
Missing Moments Competition
Scabior leaned against the rough bark of a birch tree as he fiddled with the ends of the scarf around his neck he had found tied to it. Normally, he wouldn't have spared it any thought but his instinct told him to investigate. It wasn't every day scarves got tied to trees.
He rubbed the edge across his cheek, marvelling in how it felt across his stubbly beard. It was made of the softest fabric he had ever felt, though he had to admit he didn't have much experience when it came to clothing. However he did know one thing, this scarf wasn't made by magical means. This was a mudblood's scarf.
He looked about him, peering through the trees in the dim light. He had told the men to search the immediate area. Someone must have left this here. If they knew what was good for them, they would have disappeared long ago. If they didn't, well that wasn't his problem. They'd go straight to the Ministry with the lot of them and make his pocket just a bit fatter.
"Hey!" a voice called out somewhere on his right. "We found something!"
He walked over to where his men were congregated, coming to stand next to Greyback who was sniffing the air curiously.
"Wha' all this then?" he asked, throwing the end of the scarf over his shoulder.
The man on his right handed him a small object - a small dirty spoon. "This is all you've found?" he asked.
"Aye," Greyback growled beside him. "It reeks just like that scarf." He leaned in and sniffed the air next to Scabior. "Female... young... nubile..."
Scabior leaned away from the werewolf as he turned the spoon over in his hand. It wasn't anything special, though it was made of silver. With a good shine, it may be worth something. He wiped it against his trousers, removing the grime to reveal a small "B" engraved in the handle.
"And where they now?" he asked.
"The scent isn't anywhere else," Greyback said, after one long inhale.
Scabior frowned. They must have apparated. "Come, boys," he called out. "We have other mudbloods to snatch," he said, though he pocketed the spoon. Adjusting the scarf a bit tighter around his neck, he led the way through the forest.