A/N I've been reading lots of Bellamione and one of the writers had an awesome idea where Hermione could be turned into full werewolf and Bellatrix would have to deal with her. I thought it would be a good idea so here the first part is. And if your wondering what fic it was from, the fic is "Those guilded chains we wear" by Kuraibites, it's on if you want to read it, I suggest it as it's a really good plot and relationship they develop over time. Gonna use bits from the movie and the book and it will change
Normal POV
The three teens sprinted through the woods, a group of ragged looking males after them, both parties running past trees and dodging obstacles as spells shot every which way, leaving holes and scorch marks in the beautiful woodland that one would normally wander around and explore further but considering the three's current situation it was safe to say it wasn't the time for that.
Red spells and blue spells and all other coloured spells continuously exchanged by the two groups as the forest becomes more thick with trees and other forest plants littering the floor like trash.
The red-haired boy being the first of the three to fall as a spell hit him, chains wrapping around his feet causing him to fall hard into the leaf covered ground, the dark-haired boy being the next to fall but at the spell of his friend, the spell being to change his features to hopefully disguise who he really was.
The last of the three a brown-haired girl who had the worse of the snatchers chasing her, the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, throwing spells back at the still human form of Greyback slowed him down temporarily, but he quickly caught up, pouncing on the girl who struggled kick and clawing at the wolf like man, his features that of both human and wolf.
Even with the struggling of the brunette she wasn't strong enough to get him off but she could still injure him slightly, give him at least a few bruises and cuts, the struggle going on for what felt like an hour but was probably a few minutes. The scruffy man soon tiring of her little attacks that barely affected him, until she gripped her wand in hand and muttered an inaudible spell, sending the large man back a few feet with a gash trickling crimson liquid on his cheek, at this the man leapt forward, his nails digging into her now pale looking skin, taking pleasure in the pained look the girl now wore as his nails broke the skin of her abdomen where her shirt had been torn, red trails along her skin and a set of deep looking, animalistic teeth marks sunk into her neck, crimson liquid now flowing from the injured brunette but not so badly, considering they were at least coverable from others.
"You really shouldn't have done that girly" He gruffly announced, pulling her up and walking to where the other snatchers had gathered up her two friends.
Please don't find out it's Harry, the brunette panicked inside but didn't show it outside, keeping a stoic look on her paled face. The other two however still fought against their captors, who all looked fairly worn out, their clothes all torn and faces dark with dirt, possibly from lack off sleep as well but that didn't show in their unrelenting grip.
The snatchers looked back and forth looking at each one of them in turn, asking for identification. "Now let's see what we've got" Greyback said as he pasted the girl to another and went over the dark haired boy, looking down on him. "What happened to you ugly?" He laughed harshly at the boy who now looked completely different with a swollen face.
The boy not replying and in return receiving a blow to the neck and the question being repeated. "Stung, been stung" He muttered in reply, another voice calling him out on the obvious. "What's your name?" Greyback snarled. "Dudley, Vernon Dudley" Harry replied slightly hesitantly.
"Check the list, Scabior" The wolf man commanded before moving on to the red-haired boy. "And what about you, ginger?" The voice rasped out sending shivers down all three's spines. "Stan Shunpike" Ron replied. "Like 'ell you are, 'e's put a bit of work our way" said the man called Scabior. A thud sounded and he answered again. "I'b Bardy, Bardy Weadley"
"Weasley? So you're related to blood traitors even if you're not a mudblood. And lastly, your pretty littld friend..." He growled looking back over to the girl he had bitten.
"Penelope Clearwater" Hermione said, she sounded terrified at what else they could do to them, especially a werewolf. "What's your blood status?" One of the snatchers asked, Hermione gulped before lying again. "Half-blood"
"Easy enough to check, but the 'ole lot of 'em look like they could still be 'Ogwarts age -" said Scabior. "We'b lebt" Ron muttered in reply, as the rest talked between each other looking them over again.
" 'Ermione Granger, the mudblood who is known to be travelling with 'Arry Potter." Scabior whispered to Greyback who was now crouched down in front of Hermione. "You know what, little girly? This picture looks a hell of a lot like you." He growled and the brunette's eyes widened before she squeaked in reply. "It isn't! It isn't me!" At this she might as well told them she was with Harry Potter.
Greyback was soon in front of the swollen Harry, running a hand across his scar and grinning wickedly. "It is! We've caught Potter!" They all apparated together, arriving at Malfoy Manor.
Once there the group were lead to the black wrought-iron gates towering about them, a female not fully visible in the dark peeked through as cold voice emitting, once Greyback had pushed Harry to the gate and uncovered the deformed scar on his swollen face.
Darco stood to the side but slowly walked forward as his crazy aunt summoned him, her wand pointed at the dark-haired boy's throat with a death grip on his shoulders, while the other two where held by the snatchers. "I can't be sure" Draco said, fear evident in his voice. "We better be certain, Lucius" Narcissa called to him.
Bellatrix now focusing dark eyes on the other two figures, more importantly the brunette through heavily lidded eyes. "But surely, this is the mudblood girl? This is Granger?"
They continued to converse between themselves about whether they should call the dark lord right there. All conversation haulting as the crazed witch questioned one of the snatchers. "What is that?"
"Sword" he grunted in reply and she tried to seem calm. "Give it to me" The dark witch ordered, glaring at him. "It's not yorn, Missus, it's mine, I reckon I found it" He replied seconds before a flash of red hit him throwing him back, she continued to throw spells at all the snatchers taking them all out with ease.
"What d'you think your playing at, woman?" Scabior shouted out as he picked himself up and she continued to scream out "Stupefy" The snatchers really were no match for the crazed witch, all had fallen except Greyback who was knelt down.
"Where did you get that sword?" She whispered to the werewolf in human form, he struggled as the woman bared down on him, gripping the sword in her left hand as she tightly gripped her wand in her right, pointing it at the man.
"Out, get out" She screamed to the rest of the snatchers, all of them fleeing but Greyback who finally growled the answer to her question. "It's was in her bag, when we searched her"
"Put the boys in the cellar, I need to have a conversation with this one, girl to girl" The dark witch commanded again, Greyback pushed them down to the cellar, locking them hurriedly the cellar. "Reckon she'll let me have a bit of the girl when she's finished with her?" Greyback poundered before walking back upstairs with a smirk plastered on his face.
"That sword is meant to be in my vault at Gringotts, how did you get it?" The dark witch hissed at the brunette now lay beneath her. "What did you and your friends take from my vault?" She shouted at the terrified girl beneath her, tears dripped from the girl's face.
"I didn't take anything, please, I didn't take anything" She cried out as Bellatrix continued to threaten her, leaning down against the brunette's arm to carve her knife into her pale skin, screams emitting through the air at the torture the dark witch inflicted upon her, all the while the sadistic witch laughed in delight.
Hermione remained mute of words, the only sounds she made were screams. "ANSWER ME MUDBLOOD! CRUCIO!" Bellatrix screamed in frustration, red light emitting from her wand and hitting the girl who wriggled and convulsed in pain as more screams ripped from her throat.
"HERMIONE?" Was all Ron kept calling out until a small crack distracted all in the cellar, Dobby the house elf standing there in the dark, slightly illuminated by the weak light near by. "What are you doing here?" Harry called out to Dobby, the little house elf looked well after being freed.
"Dobby's come to save Harry Potter of course." He squeaked out. "Are you saying you can apparate in and out of this room? Could you take us with you?" Harry questioned. "Of course sir, I'm an elf." Dobby answered. "Right Dobby take the others to.." Harry started but was interupted by Ron saying a destination. "Shell cottage"
"And then come back?" Harry whispered before Dobby disapperated away with the others, the Goblin that was previously down there now upstairs with the mad witch.
Soon there was another crack and Wormtail was unconscious at the bottom of the stair, so Harry and Ron could sneak out, but Dobby had dissappeared once again. "Is this the true sword?" Bellatrix had shouted and the two could hear, it was the goblin, Griphook who she was talking to as his raspy voice answered. "No"
"Are you sure?" Bellatrix panted, it was obvious she was worried about it. "Yes" He stated "Good, And I think, we can dispose of the mudblood. Greyback, take her if you want her." The black-haired woman said with a wave of her hand.
The brunette lay on the floor not far from her, tears still leaking down her face as her arm dripped blood, it trailed down her pale skin and on the floor revealing a word carved upon her skin. "Mudblood" in suprisingly neat letters across her skin, showing the witch had a skill with knives.
"Expelliarmus" Ron shouted, Bellatrix's wand flying out of her hand and now in Harry's possession. A exchange of spells between Harry and Ron against Narcissa, Greyback and Draco until her sing song voice drifted through the air again. "STOP OR SHE DIES!"
The dark witch having the brunette held in front of her, a short, silver knife against the girl's throat, it was clear the dark witch was supporting the girl's weight as she looked bearly concious. "Drop you wands. Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!" She shouted with a smirk.
The wands immediately dropped and Draco scurried to gather them, Bellatrix cackled in delight until a grinding sound resonated through the large room, everyone looked upwards to see the crystal chandelier tremble before falling. Bellatrix being right beneath it, she threw Hermione forward, stumbling back unlike Hermione, nobody caught her so she wobbled unsteadily for a moment but stayed on her feet.
Dobby appeared again, snapping his fingers together to disarm Narcissa who had pointed her wand at the group, Harry now holding three wands he had stolen from Draco.
"You dirty little monkey! How dare you take a witch's wand, how dare you defy your masters?" Bellatrix screeched at the small creature, who stood up tall and squeaked back. "Dobby has no master! Dobby is a free elf, and Dobby has come to save Harry Potter and his friends!"
All held each other tightly as the elf reached for Harry to disapparate, the room was blurred as they spun but the figures of Narcissa, Draco and Bellatrix stood out, her hand pointing towards them and a silver blur in front of that hand heading slowly for them.
The ground materialised beneath them all and they landed roughly, but all looked fine until they examined the situation fully, Dobby was knelt on the floor looking with sad eyes at everyone, who were left staring back in shock, the same silver knife that minutes ago carved into Hermione's skin now buried in Dobby's chest, it was too late but Harry called for them to help him, the little elf's eyes lost there shine and Luna approached closing his eyes, Hermione sobbing loudly onto Ron's shoulder, trying to calm herself down.