Hi!
I'm Sarah. This is my take on the fascinating Scabior who made an unforgettable appearance in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Funny how such a small character could leave such a remarkable impact on the fluttering hearts of Harry Potter fans world-wide. Here is my own tale from the point of view of an unlikely little Ravenclaw, stolen from Hogwarts, bereaved of her mother and father, and now in the hands of a gang of Snatchers, gambling with the Ministry to preserve the life of her father. Read on to hear how this feisty girl with an extraordinary gift fights for her freedom, the life of her loved ones, and unsuspectingly falls for a mysterious Snatcher with a red streak in his tangled hair. But beware it might get kinky.

Chapter One

"Katherine Jane Harper!" A short toad-like woman dressed from head to toe in the most appalling shade of pink read the name contemptibly from a file she held in her stumpy fingers. "22 years-old. Graduate of Hogwarts. Half-blood." She paused dramatically allowing the echo of her last words to bounce off the dark bricks of the hearing room. Distantly, the sound of a woman screaming could be heard along with the protests of a man.

Katherine sat up as straight as she could under all the chains of the chair she was in. She didn't remove her gaze from Dolores Umbridge's narrowing eyes as her interrogation began.

"Your father was Mr. David M. Harper, half-blood, correct?"

"Yes."

"And your mother, Mrs. Margaret J. Harper, a...muggle-born, am I correct?" Umbridge spoke the last few words as if she had a bad taste in her mouth.

"Correct." Katherine gathered all the strength she could find as the screams suddenly grew louder.

"I see." Umbridge dropped the file onto her desk and drew her full attention to Katherine's face. "Katherine. Is it true that your mother failed to register under the Muggle-Born Registration Commission?"

The screams grew louder. Fighting back tears, Katherine spoke, "I am not aware."

"Are you sure Miss Harper? I would think that any witch such as your mother would do everything she could to set an example for her daughter," Umbridge stated sarcastically, "by obeying the law."

Katherine did everything she could to keep her voice from shaking, "I told you. I am not aware of my mother's dealings with this...registration."

"You. Are. Lying. Miss Harper," Umbridge whispered. "And one mustn't tell lies. Your mother has been caught. Your little games are over. She is being subjected to dementors as we speak for avoiding registration and you and your filthy father will be sent to Azkaban for the hiding of a wanted muggle-born."

Tears openly streamed down Katherine's face as the shrieks abruptly stopped. Mother. Blood rushed to her cheeks as her mind raced. How can I get out of this? I can't go to Azkaban. I'll die just like her.

"You are dismissed Miss Harper. Munch! Take her away!" A man came forward and began unlatching her chains.

"Wait!" Katherine threw her now freed hand in the air as Umbridge flicked through a new stack of files on her desk.

"I have lots of meetings to get to Miss Harper and I don't appreciate time-wasters." She waved her hand lazily for Munch to force the girl out of the room.

"Please! I have something to offer that could be of assistance to the Ministry!"

"Oh do you? And what might that be?" Umbridge raised a doubtful eyebrow.

"I have a gift. I can...sense people. I know if someone is hiding or lurking even if they are guarded by charms, wards, invisibility––"

"You silly girl, anyone can cast homenum revelio."

"Please just let me explain! My power is stronger than that. I don't need a wand to do it and I can sense people from miles away. If I want to know where someone is I just think it and I am led towards them. Perhaps I could be of help to the Ministry?" Umbridge stared quietly for a moment, thinking.

"Prove it."

Katherine stared straight back. She pointed to the corner of the room not breaking her gaze.

"There's a man over there in that corner. He's been there this whole time." Umbridge raised her eyebrows. She flicked her wand removing the disillusionment charm revealing a man sitting wide-eyed in a chair.

"Go on."

"There are three people approaching this room right now. They are about to come in." Sure enough, two men walked in the chamber dragging a desperate muggle-born in their arms.

"Sorry to disturb Ms. Umbridge but we've just caught a load of undesirables. I think you'll want to take a look," said one of the men restraining the captive.

"Yes, yes, just sit him over there. I'll get to him in a minute," she instructed, "Is there anything else Miss Harper?"

"Yes," said Katherine growing in confidence, "They really did catch a lot today. There are fifteen undesirables walking two floors above your head." Katherine coolly raised her chin daring the fat woman to doubt her observations.

"Hm," the woman squeaked, "I believe your little talent has worked in your favor today."

Katherine was relieved but her body was still tense and suspicious. Anything but Azkaban. Perhaps I'll be working in the Ministry dungeons keeping an eye on new captives...Umbridge cut her thoughts short.

"I am placing you in a team of Snatchers. I trust you know who they are seeing as they are the ones who found you," Katherine nodded slowly, "You will help them target and locate undesirables, muggle-borns, or anything they are assigned to find. You will travel with them, sleep with them, eat with them, and obey their orders. You are not required to capture anyone, only locate. And I will not tolerate any funny business like trying to escape. Have I made myself clear?"

"Perfectly," Katherine breathed.

"You are lucky Miss Harper. Your abilities have earned you your freedom. The same can't be said for your father and I would be only too happy to worsen his fate, should you spoil yours," hissed Umbridge.

Katherine gulped and began to panic as Umbridge started to move on to her next victim.

"But my wand!" Katherine stammered, "I – I can't apparate without my wand."

"Munch! Fetch her wand and take her upstairs to meet her new team," Umbridge shouted.

The man released the last few chains from her feet and led Katherine out the door. As they left the chamber, a stern, blonde-haired man walked briskly past them supposedly to meet with Umbridge. Katherine recognized him as Yaxley, a Death Eater.

They stopped by a large desk with locked cabinets just outside the hearing room. Munch unlocked one of the cabinets and withdrew her wand. Katherine eyed it longingly but Munch didn't give it to her yet.

Suddenly Yaxley walked back out of the hearing room and towards the desk.

"I'll take it from here, Munch," said Yaxley with a thick Scottish accent. Umbridge had obviously informed Yaxley of her situation. Munch handed him Katherine's wand and he slipped it into the inside pocket of his coat.

Yaxley led Katherine through the winding tunnels, passageways, and stairs of the Ministry until they had finally reached the Atrium. There was a large commotion as the lobby was flooded with struggling prisoners held by big, smirking men with red sashes tied to their upper left arms.

"Oi! Are any of you with Greyback?" Yaxley's voice boomed over the chaos.

"I am," came a rough voice from somewhere in the crowd. Oh no. Of all the Snatchers in the world...not Greyback. But to Katherine's surprise, it was not the hairy werewolf that emerged from the crowd but a tall man with wild brown hair tied back in a loose ponytail. He walked elegantly but proudly through the crowd in an outfit that would have looked ridiculous on anyone who wasn't as confident as he. Dark plaid pants, a long black leather coat, a pink scarf, and a single red streak running through the tangles of his hair. Katherine let out a sigh of relief seeing as this man was nothing like Greyback.

"Ah, Scabior. This is Katherine. Katherine Harper. She will be joining you and your team. She has a special talent for locating people," stated Yaxley.

Katherine felt like she couldn't breathe as the man named Scabior walked closer revealing his beautifully carved face and the darkest eyes she had ever seen. She hadn't expected a dirty Snatcher to have a face as handsome as his. Scabior gave her a once over starting at her toes and ending directly in her eyes.

"Now, she's not a Snatcher," Yaxley continued, "but you will treat her as one on your team, understand?" Scabior frowned.

"A moment please?" Scabior glanced at Katherine who backed away to allow them to talk privately.

"I don' need any help from a girl. She's just gonna be extra baggage to keep track of. It's enough to have to keep the rest of the team in line," Scabior insisted. Yaxley straightened up, glaring at Scabior.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've only had three catches this week. I see that as a clear indication for some needed improvements," Yaxley hissed.

"But ––," began Scabior stepping on Yaxley's last bit of patience.

"If you plan on keeping your job, sir, I would suggest you take orders without question," bossed Yaxley. Scabior glared indignantly but kept his mouth shut.

"Katherine is going to help you target people in hiding faster, reducing idle wanderings in the woods," stated Yaxley turning back to Katherine, "And I don't think she'll be bad company either."

Scabior let his gaze fall onto her once again. Underneath the dark circles and tear stains on her cheeks, she really was beautiful. Her fair skin was framed by auburn hair that fell into curls down her back. He noticed he was a head taller than her as she looked back at him with glossy hazel eyes.

"Here's her wand to give her when you get back to camp. She knows to follow your orders and she's been properly warned not to try and escape," Yaxley taunted, "But if you do run into any trouble with her, feel free to remind her of her father in Azkaban," his eyes narrowed as he turned his gaze to Katherine's, "One little mishap, and the dementors might not be so kind to Mr. Harper." Scabior grabbed Katherine's arm and began to leave.

"Oh and Scabior," Yaxley reached into his pocket as Scabior turned back around, "It would probably be best if she wore this, just so people don't ask questions." He handed Scabior a red sash who stuffed it in his own leather coat.

And with that, Scabior grabbed her arm once again and they disapparated out of the Ministry.