Hey so this is my first Fanfiction published on here. I've been writing for a while and felt compelled to do a Scabior fanfiction. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't Own anything but the main character. All other bits are credited fully to J.K. Rowling.

The Thrill of the Hunt: My Own Personal Snatcher

Chapter 1: Diagon Alley


As I stood in the center of Diagon Alley I couldn't help but gasp wildly, my odd colored eyes zigzagging from each side of my vision, taking in the grimness and the destruction that now filled these once happy streets. It was the middle of summer yet these streets looked dark enough to be winter, only handfuls of people were looking around. Walking slowly past Knockturn Alley I shivered and was quick to turn up the collar of my grey pea coat then checked to make sure my wand was still up my sleeve; having an odd feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. Stepping cautiously across the cobble stones I made my way to the only building that seemed full of life, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous look of it, leave it to Fred and George Weasley not only to open a joke shop in the middle of this mayhem but to mock it with bright colors and silly … I don't even know what to call the fake magician on the front of the store. Pushing the doors open I first noticed how well decorated it was, Orange with splashes of deep magenta, how Fred and George appropriate. The second thing I observed was there seemed to be a large amount of people but from the look on the owner's face I knew business wasn't as amazing … although for them it had to be better than other places.

I pretended to look around for a while, discretely catching eye contact with George who suddenly seemed to brighten up, yet he merely winked at me and nudged his head in the direction of his twin brother who had been making his way upstairs to the office. Nodding silently I continued to be interested in extendable ears and the daydream charms. I couldn't help but giggle at the latter idea.

Standing here was such an odd thing for me … I had been close to Percy Weasley, and by close I mean that we conversed often because we were the head students of our respected houses and discussed matters of Hogwarts often; he wasn't very social so this was all there was to talk about at the time. But other than these non-intimate conversations I had never really dealt with the rest of the Weasley family (unless you count the many times I had to yell at Fred and George in our shared time at Hogwarts). It was only after I had joined the Order that I had frequent "coincidental" run-ins with all the older ones, but it was purely business, not like we were friends.

Hearing people come in I decided it was best to try and make my way up, George seemed to follow as he did an excellent demonstration of their skiving snackbox; of course by excellent demonstration I of course mean watching some poor innocent student suddenly bleeding nonstop is a great way to keep people distracted from noticing a young woman running up stairs.

Getting to the top I knew I was safe seeing as there was no way for them to see me unless they climbed the stairs. After knocking on the door briskly I shoved my hands in my pockets, all this was really getting me anxious. Fred seemed surprised that I was on the other side of the door. He smirked crookedly, "Well hello there."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but return the smirk as I pushed him back into the office. "My, my, getting frisky already are we? I barely know you." Fred winked, continuing to joke. Only when he noticed my anxiousness did he calm down and ran his fingers through his spiky ginger hair trying to think of the right words. "I have what you need here," He finally stated as he walked behind his desk which looked more like a mad scientist lab table. He rummaged through papers and papers, finally coming upon a crumpled envelope that looked hastily grabbed and shoved into his pocket, the wax seal broken vertically.

Handing it to me I arched my eyebrow as I continued to look at him. He chuckled nervously, "What? I thought that if it was ruffled it would seem less important… no one would expect important information in a form of a crumbled piece of paper!"

I snickered softly but didn't correct on exactly HOW often the most beat up mail often contained the most vital information. "Thanks Fred," I whispered as I already started to faze the room out, opening the letter. Reading it thoroughly I sighed and placed it down on the only free spot on the desk. Rubbing my temples I paced a bit.

"What's the letter about Bree?" Fred asked, nosily leaning over to see the letter.

I stopped quickly, for some reason I was always shocked when people used my name, especially my nickname, it seemed that I rarely used it anymore. Catching myself I chuckled, pivoting I stared at him in the most amused look I could summon at the moment. "I'm an auror Fred, it's easy to tell you already read this and resealed it."

I guess you can call me an Auror… I wouldn't though; I was four months shy of the three years of additional training before Voldemort's return, as soon as that happened the arithmancer in me knew I had to get out of the business and stay clear of the ministry. No sooner had I stopped showing up and kept an extremely low profile, moving locations every couple of days, did shit really hit the fan and Pius Thicknesse took power. Now the wizarding world was all but calm, the ministry catching the pure bloods and half-bloods, stripping them of their wants if they were seen to be blood-traitors.

Fred giggled as his lips spread into a wide beam, "Woops? Seems like a pretty easy job though."

I smiled weakly as I looked at him, a sudden apprehension for him and his family trying to invade my thoughts… but I forced them out. His family was already marked as Blood –traitors, but they were far from alone. It was good thing I had removed myself from the ministry then, for I too was a "blood-traitor," not nearly as terribly publicized as they were; I didn't have a particular love for muggles, but I was against the harming and prejudice of anyone, and I won't back down from that, even for the Dark Lord.

"What kind of potions have you been sniffing too much of lately?" I snorted, "They want me to defend 50 witches and wizards whom could be on this list; this is a grand picking for Snatchers! They better not have only hired me," I grunted as I shoved the letter in my pocket.

It got expensive to hide and since I flat out refused to staying in the homes of other Order members I took it upon myself to find lodging and hiding, paying for it by offering my defensive services secretly to people who were most likely on the Snatcher's List. I was just lucky enough that the twins and a few other members were willing to drop the word and pick up the requests and locate me, so I didn't have to bother hunting on my own.

A few minutes later I was already back on Diagon Alley, a bag full of novelties from the store that Fred and George insisted on giving me, making me look less suspicious when walking out of the store. Of course they took this time for some more crude humor.

Pulling my collar up again I couldn't help but feel cold despite the sunny day. This place wasn't as comforting as it used to be growing up, just a hollow shell.

Walking in and out of the few stores that were open I took my time, trying not to look suspicious. Having to pass Knockturn Alley I gave it a glance, stopping quickly to see two youngish looking men running towards the end of the alley, straight for me. Stepping back quickly and taking my wand, I watched as they jumped out of the alley, only to be followed closely by a bunch of hooded figures who pummeled them to the ground. A separate hooded figure stood near me, obviously not noticing me as he chuckled and ticked off names from a long beat up roll of parchment. The only thing I could see about him was the hem of his … plaid (were they really plaid?) pants tucked into his army boots. What an odd thing to wear.

He only noticed me as I passed from behind him and emerged into his peripheral vision, heading for Charing Cross Road. "Oi! You! Stop!" He called.

My whole body snapped to action as I broke out into a run, knowing that if I apparated he'd be able to follow. Turning my head as I continued to run I could see him and another figure chasing after me, forcing me to run even faster, my heart pounding uncomfortably against my ribcage, my lungs burning. Pointing my wand over my shoulder I heard the walls crumble and they yell as they tried to avoid the wreckage.

I could hear them getting closer, sending out jets of magic that seemed to just miss me before I completely shot out between the book and record store, into muggle traffic. I didn't stop running, shooting right across from the moving cars honking as they tried to stop for me. I nearly collapsed as I made it into the other side, large trucks blocking their vision of me as I disappeared in the crowd, walking till I could find somewhere to apparate from safely.


Yeah I realized you don't even know the characters name... but be patient it's apart of the whole idea.