Author's Note : Hello everybody! I've been wanting to write a Harry Potter story for a while, and I hope that you guys will enjoy it as much as I can try to write it out. I've been reading some of the Fenrir/Hermione fanfics for some time, and I want to add another story to that collection.
Disclaimer : I do NOT own anything of Harry Potter. All rights go to their respectful owners.
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Running. Running. Her legs could only do the one command as she ran through the thickness of the forest, her breath caught in her throat. Her arms tired as she pushed herself harder, hoping to outrun whoever was behind her. The way brunette girl gave a chance to look behind her shoulder, and sped up her pace as the snatchers were trying to close in on the witch. Her chest began to tighten as she weaved her way through the trees, hoping to lose them as she went. Her hand gripped tightly onto her wand, and quickly shot a spell at the ground, feeling the vibrations of the blast and hearing the grunts from the snatchers.
The girl glanced a look behind her shoulder, seeing the snatchers that were chasing her in a heap on the ground. She smirked briefly in triumph before increasing her speed. It was only a matter of time before the snatchers caught up with her again, and she was not going to go down without a fight. The brunette would keep on running over and over until exhaustion claimed her, and even then, she would still put up a fight. She would not be known as the brightest witch of her age for nothing if she didn't use her brain all the time.
She reached the clearing of the forest in a matter of moments, her chest aching for a decent breath of fresh air. She bent her knees briefly, taking in deep breaths before standing up to her full height. The forest looked peaceful, but she knew better; an illusion that the forest would like to play on its inhabitants, making them think it was safe when, in all fairness, it lurked the most ruthless predators around. The brunette wanted to believe all was safe and quiet, but her instincts were telling her otherwise. A branch snapped from her left, and she quickly looked, seeing a large black mass standing by a large tree. All black and staring at her, a predatory gaze at the young girl, the creature slowly licking its jaws in hunger.
She wasted no time in wanting to know what or who the black mass was as she took off like a stag through the forest. She legs grew tired as she continued running, pounding her feet into the ground with wand in hand. She could hear the loud pounding of feet behind her, creeping up on her quicker and quicker each second. She had no idea where her legs would carry her; all she cared about is getting away from the creature as fast as possible. The girl was so caught up with running and looking back behind her to find the creature running just as fast to catch its prey. She had forgotten that she was in the forest and objects were always fallen over. The brunette tripped over a log, and fell to the cold, leafy ground, tumbling and rolling down the large hill until she landed on the flat ground. Her body hurt, her chest was on fire, head spinning from being disoriented.
The girl turned her head to the right as she heard the pounding footsteps coming her way, and wrenched her eyes closed, praying for a quick and painless death. She waited, and nothing had come; no pain, no aching limbs, nothing. The brunette opened her eyes and turned her head slightly, beautiful doe brown eyes widening at the sight before her. A large, black gray wolf stood over her, gazing down at her. It head cocked slightly to the side, debating if she were prey or not. Its golden amber eyes bore down into her brown orbs, whether it wanted to eat her or be her little plaything was as oblivious as anything. It studied her, glancing over her supine body but staying real still above her.
The large wolf slowly lowered its massive head down towards her neck, its heavy breath ghosting over her pale flesh. The girl could feel its massive canines lightly graze the side of her neck, making the female beneath the animal shiver. Her breath caught in her throat, she waited for the moment the beast would strike, the anticipation putting knots into her stomach.
"I have finally found you, my mate." The voice echoed around her as she looked at the animal with disbelief. Had she heard right? Did the wolf above her talk to her? It was preposterous! Ludicrous! Animals were not supposed to talk like normal humans, were they? Her mind was playing tricks on her. It was impossible, it was not normal for any species or animal to speak to her as if she were talking to a normal person. She blinked briefly and looked up in shock and wonder as she saw a large man with amber eyes tower over her before everything faded to black.
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Hermione jerked out of her sleep, gasping heavy breaths in her tight bosom as she looked around the dark room of her corridor. Her skin covered in sweat, her breath heaving in deep breaths to calm her pounding heart. She felt her limbs shook in effort as she wiped away the beads of sweat from her face, feeling the small appendages shake with fright as she surveyed her surroundings one more time to know she was back in reality. She took in a few shaky breaths before she calmed herself. Hermione was in bed, pitch darkness engulfed her room with the exception of the light of the moon. She breathed out slowly, her heart calming down and returning to its normal rhythm. Her wild unruly hair clung to her cheeks, the strands sticking to her almost as if it were a second skin to her. She raked her fingers through her wavy mane, keeping the strands as tamed as possible to her.
Ever since the beginning of her sixth year at Hogwarts, she had been having this strange dream for the last few months. At first, it was nothing, she paid no mind to it and thought nothing of it for the first few weeks. But afterwards, it was more and more It was all a dream; the same dream that kept on occurring over and over again, never leaving her like a phantom in the darkest corners of her mind. Always the same dream, always the same large wolf, and always the same strange man that looms above her. Why couldn't she get this bloody dream out of her mind?
"Bloody hell. It was a dream, it was just a dream." Hermione chanted quietly over to herself as she slowly laid back down in her bed, doing her best to clear her thoughts of the nagging dream. She turned on her side, curling herself together while keeping the covers close to her. The dream nagged in the back of her mind, her eyes closing and hoping to not have any dreams tonight. But no matter how hard she tried, her dreams kept returning her to the sight of the man above her with the amber eyes.
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Fenrir woke up with a start, snarling as he looked around his spacious room with wide amber eyes. He was curious as to who dared wanted to enter his domain, ready to rip out the throats of his intruders. But as reality came crashing down onto him, he realized that there were no intruders in his private room. He ran his clawed hand down his rugged face, wiping away the sweat the clung to his rough face. The dream - that damned dream he had. Every. Single. Damn. Night. For the last several months, he had the same dream to chasing his prey in the thick forest, the blood still pumping through his veins. He had caught his prey, ready to put an ending kill onto the victim underneath when he had caught sight of the beauty. Her chocolate brown eyes, wild, unruly hair surround her in a halo; her body pressed tightly against him, breath ragged and chest heaving against his tight muscles. Her scent. Sweet darkness of the moon, her scent alone made his extremities tight with need. Everything in that time and space hadn't mattered to him, all that was his concern was the beauty underneath his body.
He had found her. His beautiful bride - his mate! His other half - all these years of loneliness, agitation and darkness had finally revealed the light before him. She was what he was looking for all along. Hidden from him in a structure of magic, brick and wonder, she had been hiding all these years from him. He growled lowly in his throat, knowing that the little beauty he had been dreaming of all these months had finally been revealed, and he now had a purpose to find her.
"My mate, I have finally found you." Fenrir growled as he laid back down in his makeshift bed of furs, closing his eyes and a smirk on his face. She would be his, and nothing nor no one would stand in his way of having her.
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Author's Note: Hello, everyone. I've wanted to take a break from the fandoms I've been in for a while to try something new. I loved the Harry Potter fandom and have wanted to write a story regarding Hermione and Fenrir. I'm not sure why, but these two caught my attention and have wanted to give a try at the fandom as well. I hope you guys enjoy the start of this story, and let me know if you guys like it. As always, I'll see you guys in the next chapter.