I don't own Harry Potter
Well, this is no surprise, but it seems I have a knack for writing something involving Fenrir and Bellatrix than I do anything involving anyone else. So, here is another HP fic starring a Hermione/Bellatrix pairing with Fenrir thrown in, just for fun. Before any of you start asking, it is not in the same universe as Who Am I, Mistress, so the Order isn't a bunch of jerks and actually care about Hermione. That said, you won't see them very often anyway. If you can deal with that, enjoy the fic!
Six years ago
Hermione panted heavily as she and Harry raced through the Forbidden Forest, trying to outrun Professor Lupin as he howled behind them.
"You just had to howl, Hermione!" Harry snarled.
"It saved Sirius and your life, didn't it?" Hermione shot back, feeling a stitch in her side forming.
There was a rustling nearby and Hermione grabbed Harry, pulling him in the opposite direction. The two teens raced through the trees, stumbling over bushes and tripping over roots. Hermione could hear the werewolf's hard panting behind them and wondered if they really could outrun it. Glancing at the trees, she remembered that dogs and wolves couldn't climb trees. Sadly, the branches of the trees in the Forbidden Forest, didn't grow low enough for either of them to get ahold of and so the pair had to continue their quick sprint.
Ears honed into any sound that wasn't their frantic breathing and hurried footfalls, Hermione gasped to hear a growling up ahead. From Harry's continued sprint, it was clear that he hadn't heard it and that meant Hermione had to act fast.
Please don't be too late! She prayed, racing for Harry. Just as two small yellow eyes peered through the brush, Hermione's hand grasped the back of Harry's shirt. However, she tripped over a root and fell forward instead of backpedaling as she had planned to. Harry went flying a few feet away as Professor Lupin burst from the bushes.
Hermione could hear a scream ringing in her ears and wondered if the person screaming would shut up so she could think through the unbearable pain searing through her body. Sharp yellow teeth sank into her side and her ankle twisted as she fell, her arm landing at an uncomfortable angle as she tried to catch herself. The scream finally ended and Hermione realized it had been her who had been screaming the entire time. Professor Lupin stood over her with blood dripping from his snout and he bent down, biting once more at the wound he had created, causing Hermione to cry out once more.
Suddenly, a bright red light swept through the area and blasted the wolf off of her. Hermione slowly turned her head to see Sirius, Harry, Professor Snape, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing nearby, all of them with their wands raised. Professor McGonagall rushed to Hermione's side as Sirius and Professor Snape worked together to subdue Professor Lupin.
"Hermione?" Professor McGonagall called. "Can you hear me?"
"P-Professor…" Hermione coughed. "K-keeping Harry safe… is h-hard work…"
Despite the severe situation they had all found themselves in, everyone around laughed at the young witch's attempt at humor.
"Just stay still, Miss Granger." Professor Dumbledore murmured, kneeling opposite Professor McGonagall. Both teachers began casting healing charms and disinfecting enchantments in order to try helping Hermione survive long enough to get her to Madame Pomfrey. When they had done all they could, Harry and Professor Snape moved over to help them carry Hermione across the grounds while Sirius carried Professor Lupin. Before getting to the front door, Professor McGonagall cast a Disillusionment charm over them all so that none of the students would spot Sirius, Lupin or Hermione. The procession made its way carefully to the hospital wing and Professor McGonagall removed the charm.
"Poppy, can you help her?" Professor Dumbledore inquired of the nurse.
"I will do all I can, Headmaster, but it won't stop the curse from spreading." Madame Pomfrey's eyes were downcast as she spoke to him. She had grown quite fond of the girl over the past three years and was sad that this happened to her. Hermione was passed out from pain and bloodloss by this time and so, Madame Pomfrey went right to work.
Harry sat off to the side with Sirius, holding his head in his hands. "This is all my fault." He sighed. "If I hadn't had her come along with me, she wouldn't have gotten bitten."
"Yes, but if she hadn't been there, you and Ron would have gotten bitten." Sirius comforted him. "She's saved all of our lives tonight."
"But at the cost of her own." Ron mumbled. "From now on, I'll make it my job to make sure no one says another word against her anymore."
"I'm with you, Ron." Harry agreed, nodding his head. "It's the least we could do for all she's done for us."
"Right mate." Ron grinned.
"She should be waking up soon." Madame Pomfrey told everyone in the room. "Shouldn't be too long now."
A few minutes of everyone biting their lip and Hermione began to stir, raising a hand to her head as she slowly sat up.
"Please be careful, Miss Granger." Professor Dumbledore told her gently. "You're injuries are still healing. Magic hasn't come quite as far as Muggles have."
"You're still in the Dark Ages, Professor." Hermione chuckled. "Magic is far behind." Yawning and stretching the young witch glanced around at all of the solemn faces and cocked her head. "What's going on?"
"Hermione," Professor McGonagall began gently. "Do you remember anything that happened?"
Hermione held a hand to her head as she attempted to recall what had happened to her. "I remember going through the woods and hearing Professor Lupin up ahead. I tried to grab Harry, but I tripped on a root and fell forward. The last thing I remember is pain and… and a burst of red light."
The teachers all nodded. "Miss Granger." Professor Snape sighed, trying to be as gentle as possible with the girl. "That pain you felt was Professor Lupin's teeth spreading the curse through your body. You've been bitten by a werewolf."
Tears jumped to the third year's eyes as she registered this information and she attempted to control herself with little success. "I'm going to be a werewolf?" Hermione sniffed.
"I'm afraid so, my dear." The headmaster sighed.
Hermione felt the tears drip down her cheeks and hung her head, feeling dejection rise in her heart. No one would see her the same way ever again. Now, she wasn't just a Muggleborn, but also a Muggleborn magical creature. How was she going to ever make her way anywhere in the Wizarding World if no one trusted her due to the full moon transformation? She would simply have to go back to the Muggle world and do things there instead. But there was no way she was leaving Hogwarts early.
Lifting her head, Hermione turned to Professor Dumbledore. "Headmaster, if you don't mind me asking…"
"What is it, Miss Granger?" Professor Dumbledore inquired, looking as if he already knew.
"Sir, I was wondering if… well, you let Professor Lupin stay here even though he was a werewolf. Will… will you do the same for me?"
"Of course." Professor Dumbledore smiled kindly at her. "It would be sexist of me not to, after all."
Hermione snorted at this. "Seems to me, Hogwarts is one of the few places in Wizarding Britain that isn't sexist." She scoffed, standing straighter and regaining her normal composure. "Thank you, Professor." She murmured softly, smiling at the headmaster.
Four years ago
Hermione raced from the Prophecy Room, trailing the others as she growled at the Death Eaters giving chase to them.
She used her keen sense of smell gained two years prior to locate where each of the others were. Considering there were three Death Eaters on her tail, she made certain she didn't go in the direction of any of the others so that she could deal with these menaces without the others seeing.
Heading into a room filled with Time-Turners, Hermione grinned, turning on her attackers. She was about to show them what she had been training for for the past two years, when a commotion distracted all four of them from outside and more Death Eaters poured in after Harry, a delirious Ron and a bleeding Luna.
Hermione jumped forward and pushed Luna out of the way of an oncoming curse while trying to keep all of the Death Eaters in her sights. Finally, when all of the others were racing away behind her, Hermione turned back to all of the Death Eaters, her hands ready in case they were faster than she was.
"Gotcha now, girlie." One of them snickered, raising his wand.
"Is that so?" Hermione grinned, about to unleash her trained speed on them.
"Yes, it is." A voice cackled behind her.
The Muggleborn gasped as Bellatrix's hand closed around her throat and began dragging her along behind the Dark Witch. Harry instantly gave chase, wanting to stop Hermione from being kidnapped.
"Crucio!" he shouted, just before Voldemort made an appearance.
Bellatrix instantly scrambled to her knees, dragging Hermione's breathless form with her. While kneeling, the Dark Witch's grip loosened and Hermione was able to breathe while Bellatrix talked to her lord. Then Voldemort turned his attention to Harry and Bellatrix quickly apparated, the last thing Hermione saw of the Ministry was Harry's horrified look staring straight at her.
Arriving in a drawing room of sorts, Hermione gasped for air as she was thrown to the floor. As she did so, she heard the audible snap of wood and felt a searing pain in her heart as she watched the pieces of her wand dropped to the floor.
"My wand!" she shouted, picking up the pieces of wood and closing her eyes in grief.
"Filth such as yourself should not have magic." Bellatrix hissed, Narcissa coming into the room at Hermione's cry. "You deserve to do things just as you were meant to, the Muggle way."
"What do you want with me?" Hermione sniffed, glaring up at the two witches furiously. Bellatrix snapped a backhand across her cheek and snarled, "That is no way to speak to your masters, filth!"
Hermione turned defiant brown eyes on her and growled, "I have no master!"
Now it was Narcissa's turn to backhand her, blue eyes flashing in the candlelight. "You do now, and you'd best obey us."
"Or what?" Hermione spat. "Or you'll kill me? Like I care; I'd gladly welcome death."
"You act as if you don't fear death, girl." Bellatrix sneered.
"After how many times I've nearly died?" Hermione snarled, her eyes narrowing at the pair. "I've no reason to fear death anymore. If I had a heart attack every time I nearly died, I'd be having three successive ones right now."
"She's a tough one, Bella." Narcissa murmured, surveying the girl's eyes and seeing a strange fire within them.
"All the better it will be to crack her, Cissy." Bellatrix grinned maliciously, grabbing Hermione by her hair and dragging her down some stone stairs to what resembled a basement. "Get comfortable, Muddy. This is your new home."
Hermione stared around in disgust as she observed the spiders, rats and small ants crawling around the place. She recalled a fairytale she had once read that had a girl in similar conditions and sighed, knowing that was what she was most likely going to be made to do. Turning to the two sisters, she waited for them to begin, but they were just observing her. Finally, Narcissa walked forward.
"There's something familiar about you, girl." She murmured, looking into Hermione's eyes. "Ah, I know. You're that Mudblood girl Draco's always talking about. The one that keeps getting the highest marks in all of her classes except Defense Against the Dark Arts, which Draco usually claims Halfblood Potter usually excels at."
Hermione cocked her head, wondering what this woman was getting at. Within the next second, a sharp slap landed her cheek and sent her to the ground. "I doubt you can do that without a wand." The blonde sneered, blue eyes twinkling cruelly.
Hermione held a hand to her cheek and slowly smiled despite the fear in her stomach. "I see that Draco gets his worst traits from both lineages. His father's a coward and his mother is petty. Never thought a pureblood would sink so low as to be jealous of a Muggleborn just because the Muggleborn gets higher marks. Perhaps he should start trying harder instead of thinking everything will simply come to his arrogant arse."
The slap came quickly. She had been expecting it. You can't bad mouth the nephew and son of the two most dangerous and competent witches on the planet and not expect punishment. But the speed with which Bellatrix moved was something she hadn't expected and the slap definitely stung. Holding her cheek again, Hermione turned back as the black-haired witch above her seethed furiously.
"How dare you say such filthy things, you little twit?" Bellatrix snarled, her eyes black as coal and boiling with insane rage. "Your mouth should be burned by now for saying such things!" Raising her wand, Bellatrix was about to do just that, but Narcissa's wand waved first and Hermione twisted on the ground, a scream tearing itself from her lips. Once the Cruciatus Curse was lifted, Bellatrix turned to her sister, who shrugged.
"We need her to be able to talk and it just won't do for her to be unable to communicate just because she had no mouth."
"Sign language." A voice from the ground made them look at the girl, who was panting and sweating heavily, but looked no less defiant.
"What did you say?" Bellatrix demanded restlessly.
"Sign language." Hermione repeated, raising her hand and beginning to fingerspell the word 'hands' to them. "It's a way for people who are unable to speak or unable to hear to communicate with those who can do one or both of the other options."
"What was that you just did?" Narcissa inquired, curious despite herself.
"I was fingerspelling." Hermione replied, beginning to pull herself into a sitting position.
"She is definitely intelligent." The blonde told her sister.
"Regardless." Bellatrix hissed, her irritation growing. "She is still our slave and her training must be done."
"Understood Bella." Narcissa sighed, standing over the younger witch and smiling.
And thus, her training had begun. Every day, Bellatrix and Narcissa would arrive just after dusk, Hermione assumed, and begin the teaching session, Bellatrix torturing her whenever she did something wrong.
The only time the Black sisters didn't come to the dungeon was the night of the full moon. Hermione's first rampage had garnered notice within the servicing staff. The Death Eaters had all been out raiding, the Dark Lord wasn't around and the Malfoys had all decided that they needed a night out so the house elves were left to defend the beast off themselves. Dropping a large heavy vase on Hermione's back, the head house elf knocked her unconscious and ordered for a wolfsbane potion to be brewed as soon as possible. "We is going to give her some every full moon. Then Miss will be able to control herself."
Hermione awoke the next morning, back in the cellar with no one, not even herself, having any knowledge of what had happened the night before.
Present
It had been two years since her capture, but Hermione hadn't given up on getting found. There had been several raids on the mansion in efforts to save her, but none were successful. Finally, Hermione had begged them to stop trying to save her and had wished Harry and Ron goodbye during their last escape. It hadn't been until then that Hermione finally began breaking down and complying with the orders given her.
Narcissa was elated at the progress the girl made once she finally started listening. Within two years, she had become a competent and obedient cook, maid and bed slave though the last option was reserved chiefly to Bellatrix for catching the girl in the first place.
However, little did the twenty-year-old realize, things were about to change for her once the Valentine's Day Full Moon hit.
Don't worry, more will be explained in the next chapter. This was more of a kind of prologue to everything that's going to happen. Please, by all means, review and tell me what you think. Thank you!