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The night seemed darker than usual, and the air was much colder. The forest was quiet; the creatures that dwelled within it seemed to be aware of the silent code. The forest was isolated from civilisation, hardly anyone knew of its existence, the owners kept it that way. The forest was owned by the infamous Fenrir Greyback and his pack. It was here, in the forest, where they ate, slept and planned. This forest was their life and they kept it well hidden for good cause. Without it, they would have nowhere to go, nowhere to live freely. Each pack member had a home in the forest, a home equipped with a bed and a roof over their heads. Some members chose to live within the trees, but that was their choice. In the centre of the forest was a large, one-level manor, in which Fenrir slept. It was also used as a meeting place for the wolves.
Whilst the other wolves slept and dreamt, Fenrir was up and awake, staring at a blank wall. He was thinking very hard, trying to come up with solutions as to how to get out of his current predicament. He had been thinking for a few hours now and no new ideas had come to his mind. He was stuck, and he had no way of getting out of the mess that he had created. His hands went and cupped his face with frustration. Sighing angrily he fist slammed into the wall, with such force a hole was now evident.
He had been foolish, he hadn't been thinking when he did what he did, and now his entire pack was threatened. The forest was their haven, and at this point in time that haven was being threatened as well.
Sighing once again, he began walking to the dreaded room, which contained the problem that plagued his mind. He walked quickly through the silent corridors, and finally came to the dreaded door. He couldn't hear any noise coming from the room and he found some pleasure in that. He didn't want to face her at this point in time. He didn't want the head ache. He opened the door quietly and stepped into the room but stopped.
She was awake, and was staring out the window. He didn't know what she was looking at; it was too dark to see anything. He remained silent and waited for her to acknowledge him. He knew that she knew he was there, and he let her have the first say. There was a light breeze outside and the silence was broken.
"Are you going to do the right thing and take me back to the order Fenrir?" The soft voice, of Hermione Granger said. There was no hope in her voice, only sadness. She knew what his answer would be. She knew he would be silent. She was correct in her assumption, he was indeed silent.
She turned to face him, her eyes red from crying. Her breathing was laboured, her whole body was tense. Her skin had paled significantly, and her hair was hanging loosely from its once elegant bun. Her white, knee length dress was stained with dry blood that had been previously oozing out of the wound from her neck.
He looked at her, and could see the pain and discomfort that accompanied her.
"They can help me Fenrir, you can help me, if you just take me back, and please I need their help" Hermione said, her voice getting louder and louder.
"I cannot take you back, you know the location of my home, I'm sorry" Fenrir said shamefully. He did not like seeing her upset. He could see her bottom lip trembling, the water appearing in her eyes as tears slid down her face. Her body began to tremble, her eyes wide with anger and confusion.
"NO! NO! TAKE ME BACK! I WONT TELL ANYONE I SWEAR!" She screamed as she came up to him, gripping his shirt with her hands. The tears came down quickly, as she began hitting his chest. He pushed her away with ease, as he turned to leave the room. She tried stopping him, but he pushed her harder and then slammed the door behind him. Hermione ran to the door and began banging her fists on it.
"FENRIR! LET ME OUT! GREYBACK! PLEASE! THEY CAN HELP ME! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? HELP ME" She shrieked as she collapsed onto the ground and sobbed. Fenrir could hear her pleas as he walked back to the main sitting room. He sat on the lounge on began thinking once again.
Hermione on the other hand, had recovered from her episode, and was standing up. She wiped her eyes, her mascara and eyeliner smudging onto her face. She walked over to the mirror that hung on the wall and looked into it. She saw her reflection and almost started crying. It wasn't because she looked pale, and it wasn't because her hair was messy, it was because she could see the blood all over her neck. The blood had originated from the bite she had received from the wolf that had left her in the room. The wolf who would not return her to the Order, the people that would help her, the people that would fix Fenrir's mistake.
Hermione turned away from the mirror, and felt incredibly dirty. She needed to wash; she needed to remove the blood. But alas there was no bathroom. She walked over to the bed and sat on it, removing her shoes. She lay on the pillows and looked at the ceiling, thinking about the wound on her neck. Then she began thinking about how she got here in the first place, and how she became to know Fenrir Greyback, one of the wizarding worlds most infamous villain.
Hey Guys its Ophilia!
I've decided to continue writing on my sister's account and have put this chapter up, to test the waters.
So let me know if you think I should continue or not!
Ps. I hope you don't mind me using her account to continue with the fanfics.:)