Title: The Girl who Wore Roses

Rating: T+ for Language and Mild Adult Themes.

Summary: Scabior visits Hermione's house for reasons unknown to him. When he finds Hermione's journal, his curioisty is peeked. What secrets will he discover about the girl who wore roses?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. Nor do I own Scabior, Hermione or any other familiar characters/spells/creatures mentioned. This is just a figment of my imagination and no profit is being made from this.

Chapter One

Discovering the Diary

Ever since the Battle - Scabior hadn't been himself. Gone was his cockiness. He was just a shadow of himself. He no longer felt thrill in snatching. It was as if the fall of the bridge had awoken him. Somehow, he'd manage to land on his feet, as if a hover charm had been placed on him.

Scabior couldn't explain why he was drawn to the big house. It seemed familiar to him - yet he couldn't think why it seemed familiar. He felt a pull at his feet and found himself walking towards the house.

He looked through the grand windows and noted that the house was silent. A sure sign it was empty. He looked around, making sure no one was watching as he felt himself walk to the front door.

It was unlocked. He gently pushed it open and walked inside it. A scent hit him. That scent. It was the scent of the rose perfume he'd smelt on that young girl - Penelope wasn't it? He wasn't even sure if that was her name.

"No..." He whispered. This couldn't be that girl's house. Couldn't it? He ventured further in and noted how richly decorated the house was. He snuck a peek into the living room and then he realized why it seemed familiar.

He'd come here before. On a mission to capture that Mudblood's parents. He noticed some pictures hanging on the walls. On further inspection he noticed the smiling face of a young girl. Scabior's eyes widened. It was her. It was "Penelope" or Granger as he'd been told.

He felt his heart pace quicken as he gazed around the pictures. These hadn't been here last time. The house held no sign of life before.

~ Line Break ~

He walked out of the living room and came to the foot of the stairs. He caught another scent of that alluring perfume. As if he was being controlled by a puppet master, he swiftly made his way up the white staircase and came onto a bright landing.

He walked down the hall and peered into each room. At the end of the hall he saw a light pink door decorated with a simple sign. He stepped closer and looked at the elegant writing.

Hermione's Room

Hermione. The name ran smoothly over Scabior's tongue. He reached out and opened the door.

A strong smell hit his nostrils. It was the perfume. It smelt of fresh roses. Scabior's heart pounded and his breath quickened as he entered the light room.

It was really neat and had piles of books, stacked neatly onto white shelves. It looked exactly like he would expect a young woman's room to look like. Scabior's eyes took in the room and fell upon a light pink dressing table. There stood a small crystal bottle, with a rose top. Her perfume.

Scabior picked up the small bottle and smelt the captivating scent. He shivered softly and put the bottle down. His hand fell on a small pink book. He picked it up and read the outer description.

Hermione's Diary - Private

Now, Scabior was many things, but he knew, from experience, that looking in a girl's diary was a dangerous thing.

However, his curiosity got the better of him and he turned the first page to find neat handwriting across it.

The Diary of Hermione Granger

Started: 1995

Private

Scabior ran a gloved hand over the neat scribbles and admired the little Gryffindor lion crest beneath the short passage.

Scabior decided he wanted to find more about this girl. She'd been on his mind ever since he'd first captured her in the woods.

"You've got her diary. Who know's what she's wrote in there..." a voice in his head said. Scabior let his mind wander as he mentally went over what a girl like Hermione would write in her diary.

"Boys, school, the normal girl drama...it can't be that important." Scabior voiced out loud.

"Aha...but what if, she mentioned you? I mean, you captured her..." the voice continued, almost sounding as if it were teasing Scabior.

"Hmm..." Scabior began, looking down at the diary.

"She'd never know. It'll be back before she knows it's missing..."

Scabior smiled and closed the small book. He tucked it safely in his jacket and turned to admire the room once again. It was pretty...for a Muggleborn. He noted some of the books.

"Beauty and the Beast? The Secret Garden? Muggles..." Scabior sneered, then jumped as he heard the opening of the door and voices downstairs.

"Shit..." he thought as he grabbed his wand. He took another look at the book pile and one caught his attention.

"Robin Hood?" He muttered, admiring the cover. He picked it up and turned it over. The blurb mentioned that Robin Hood stole from the rich. A bit like a Snatcher.

Scabior froze as he heard footsteps approach. He quickly grabbed his wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm upon himself. He stepped back as the door opened and a woman walked in.

Scabior knew this was not Hermione. This woman was Muggle through and though. The woman looked around then smiled as she spotted a white dress hanging on the cupboard door. She picked it up and walked out of the room.

Scabior banished the charm and stared after the woman. That must have been Hermione's mother. Scabior felt he'd outstayed his welcome and quickly Disapparated.

Author's Note: Hello guys! I hope you liked this chapter. If it felt slow, don't worry. Some chapters before this may go slow - but I promise you, Scabior will get to the good bits of the diary. Please review and tell me if I made any errors :)

Becca