Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story 'cept the OFM Jasmine Potter.
AN: This story is complete and will be completely uploaded in the week if my beta doesn't get beset by RL.
FYI, the title created by my beta. We talked about this story which is a very shallow telling of the relationship between Jasmine and Greyback. It was mostly about change. (which seems to be my favorite theme) So enjoy :) should have the rest of the story out soon ^_^
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Jasmine stepped outside of the Burrow with a frown. She was sick of her brother's cosseting of her and her mother's insistence to lie down. Fenrir Greyback had just kidnapped her. It wasn't like he had actually bitten her. Not that she would tell anyone else what she had gone through those few hours he had her. Just thinking about it had brought shivers to her body and that annoying hot sensation that refused to leave her body.
In her mind she told herself that she would never forget what that Ministry scum had done to her. To humiliate her like that, at least it was just him. She had heard that people who had gone in for questioning with Greyback came out werewolves, or worse publicly humiliated in front of prominent pure-bloods. Neville still couldn't look Draco Malfoy straight in the face after his round of questioning.
Minister Riddle was a dictator. She eyed the setting sun with a sigh. The world she and her brother lived in was truly awful. She would rather be a muggle then a witch in this day and age. She heard stories from her mother. Back when she was a student at Hogwarts there was no such things as the Muggle-born Registration committee. That people like Hermione Granger weren't forced to wear magical collars tracking there every move. That when someone petitioned for the rights of muggle-borns and half-bloods they would not be met with lashes. Even worse a Crucio would be administered if it was their second offence.
Her brother, Harry, and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix were inside arguing about the next steps they would have to take for fair rights to none pure-blood wizards. There would have to be bribery and maybe even some seduction. Whatever need be to get their claim heard in the public hearings of the Wizengamont.
Vaguely Jasmine wondered what would have happened if their father had survived. He had been a pure-blood. Surely with the balance of power in the current ministry he could have ensured she and Harry would not have had such an utterly horrid life, like they had. Her friends, the Weasley's, had to openly insult them in Hogwarts for appearance sake. Neville could never even pursue a real relationship with her because of the way things were never mind that she was a half-blood. It was against the law for them to be together.
"Stand and face your sire child." A harsh voice barked from the just beyond the backyard fence. Jasmine jerked up looking to the sound of the voice. It was Greyback, standing tall, proud and imposing in his brilliant silver robes. 'How had he gotten this close without setting off the wards?' She thought. His thick silver hair was blowing in the wind his cold eyes staring her down.
'Why isn't he moving closer?' Then it hit her, she was safe, only because he was standing at the very edge of the wards. He was close enough to be heard; but not close enough to hurt her. "You're wrong Greyback, I'm not a werewolf. You haven't sired me." She spat her hand already on her wand. She was terrified. How her brother managed to stand up to the Ministry and their lackeys day to day she would never understand.
"Nonsense. I have sired you, just you wait." He grinned, his eyes glancing briefly towards the setting sun.
"There is no bite on me!" she argued, wishing her body would obey and return to the Burrow. He snickered as he took off his robes. She blushed for a moment seeing the muscled expanse of his chest revealed. He banished his robes with a simple flick of his wrist. She had forgotten Greyback could do wandless magic.
"You know, you should thank your brother you were bitten. I only kidnapped you on my Lord's orders to make Harry Potter suffer. Too bad you were found so fast. I should have taken everything you had on you off." He sneered as he knelt down to remove his boots. 'Why is he getting undressed?!' She focused on a small invisible spot on the fence. "I had not realized your hair slide had a tracking charm on it."
"Why are you here?" She snapped feeling her face heat up as he removed his trousers. He was standing proudly naked in front of her, all his clothing banished. Where was the almost legendary Potter bravado? Here she was faced with an unarmed and undressed man but her wand was limp at her side.
"My dear Miss Potter… I find I am enamored with you. I turned you to spite your brother. However my master demands I kill you instead. I cannot let that happen, if you come with me now I can save you. My master will let you have your creature rights and over look your half-blood status if you come now. If you do not, I cannot save you," he stated; his voice cool and collected. "Come with me now before you turn. I will have to kill you otherwise. We cannot have those inside be given creature rights. It would be too easy for them to work with the system then."
She ignored her focus spot on the fence to look straight at Greyback. He was offering her a way out. She hated her life as it was, her brother might forgive her in time, if she took this out. Or perhaps he would use her as a weapon, one she could become for him, in place of his restricted status. She wasn't sure, but the idea of being able to go back to Hogwarts this year as a free sixth year was too enticing. She could date Neville or rub elbows with Malfoy. She had heard he found her pretty, but her half-blood status had been keeping him off her.
She saw the last rays of light escaping into the purple sky beyond. Making up her mind she ran towards him; her fear washing away at the prospect of freedom. She reached the fence, ready to climb over it; but his strong arms took her by her shoulders and pulled her over. She gave a panicked scream but he placed her gently to the side, next to him. "Ah, my beautiful pup, we shall make many litters together."
She blanched; he was coming on to her again. Her mind was recoiling from the idea of repeats of her previous stint in his presence. However, her body was aflame with the idea of being 'violated' again. "I said before you did not bite me." She snapped back even as his hands were working against her robes to remove her clothes. The door to the Burrow slammed open in the distance.
"Jasmine!" Her brother shouted his wand drawn as he ran towards them. Her mother was behind him her red hair glowing like a torch in the moonlight.
"Look at the moon, my pup." Fenrir whispered in a husky voice stepping away from her. She turned to the silver orb in the sky with wonder. Her body felt on fire but in a different way. She dropped her wand as the pain over took her.
"Jasmine!" Her mother shrieked but she ignored it. Dropping to the ground she felt her limbs snap in odd ways as coarse black hair sprouted on her arms.
"Mother she wasn't bitten! What happened?" Harry cried still running towards them. She could hear them getting closer, but she couldn't respond. All she could do was open her mouth and cry out in pain. Her cry of anguish morphed into a pitiful howl but a large silver wolf was by her side to comfort her. He gave a soft growl butting her head.
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted. The spell missed its mark disappearing into the ground. Jasmine barked in defiance at the intruders. Why were they attacking her and her mate? They had done nothing wrong but these humans still insisted on attacking.
"Protego!" someone shouted. She turned to the new people getting between her and her mate. It was a small family of white haired wizards. The elder silver haired man started firing spells at the red head across the fence. The younger of the two squared off against the teen her mind screamed was her brother. The third white haired person, a witch, turned to the two of them with a grin.
"Well done Greyback. Take your bitch and get out of here, we'll hold them off. Run!" The woman snapped reaching down to pick up the forgotten wand. With a bark her mate ran off into the trees in the distance. In annoyance she followed him determined to have a tussle with him for leaving her behind.
"Oh good, you're awake." A smooth voice laughed. Jasmine winced at the noise, as it slipped into her ears and exploded in her head. She wanted to get the registration number of the herd of Gryffins that had run her over.
"Huh?"
"Stand up Potter," the voice snapped again, as she tried to stand up and stay upright. Once steady, she turned to see Draco Malfoy grinning at her from ear to ear. "Lovely assets," he purred. She squeaked realizing she was naked. Her memory vaguely recalled ripping clothes off when she had transformed.
"Wait- What- How am I-" she stuttered, her mind racing. Her nudity was forgotten as she spun around to take in her surroundings. She was in a forest that much she could tell. Draco was with her and Fenrir Greyback was asleep on the forest floor.
"Here is your wand," Malfoy snickered handing her the forgotten tool. "When Greyback comes to, tell him Minister Riddle wishes to see him, to get you registered as a creature." Before she could ask any more questions he disapparated with a crack.
Greyback sat up with a start his brilliant blue eyes locking on to her. "Oh good, you're still here."
"Where did you bite me?" She shrieked.
Fenrir grinned wickedly back at her. "You didn't seem to mind last night when we rutted like the wolves we are my dear." She stared at him in shock. "Oh fine," he pouted, "the only place your friends and family wouldn't think to look." His hand snaked up her leg. She gave a squeak when he touched her in the most inappropriate place possible. She found she was still unable to hex or jinx him, but her wand was still a weapon. She slapped him over the head with her eleven inches of oak with a grimace.
"Keep your hands to yourself, you pedophile!" She hissed.
"Really my pup, you weren't complaining last night." He murmured stroking his injured skull.
"I was a mangy wolf last night, I will not be held responsible for what I did while I was out of my mind." She argued, snapping a branch off the nearby tree. Waving her wand, she transfigured herself a robe to wear.
"Nothing wolfsbane won't fix." Fenrir whispered. She gave squeak of anger, clipping him in the head with her wand again. He curled up into a ball. "Snape wasn't wrong when he said the Potter women were temperamental."
"I am not temperamental." She hissed snapping off another branch to make robes for the crass man before her.
"Your arguing with me says otherwise." He snickered, accepting the robes.
"Malfoy says Minister Riddle wants you to report to him to register me as a creature." Jasmine added, really looking at Fenrir. He was a muscular man with lovely hair and deep eyes. He was well kept, if she ignored the twigs and smudges of dirt scattered on his person. He was rich, being a figurehead for the werewolf creature movement helped. He had full rights and maybe she would in time if behaved. If not she would still have more rights as a creature then she did as a half-blood. "I don't agree with how he runs things." She added for good measure.
Fenrir nodded absently. "And yet Minister Riddle is a truly unique leader. He reformed creature rights when he took office. Or did your mother never tell you about the oppression creatures faced in her time? We were no better than Half-bloods and muggle-born. When the population is ready they will have their turn to equal rights. Just give it time." She looked away from his genuine eyes and bit her lip.
She felt a brief surge from her inner-wolf which she had never felt before. Perhaps the belief that she had not been bitten had kept her from hearing it? As sure as Fenrir stood before her looking at her with searching eyes her wolf was promising her that things would indeed get better. "Mate- my wolf screams mate."
"Why do you think I was so eager to keep your bite where it could not be found." He answered.
'Of course,' she mused, 'he's known for public marks if he turns someone.' Had he been trying to protect her from the possible rejection of her family? How would they have reacted? She knew Remus Lupin, a friend of Lily's had had to part ways with her. He was not accepted in their company despite what he could bring to their efforts with his creature rights. It was common knowledge Dumbledore disliked creatures just because they had more rights than him. The current Supreme Mugwump was a half-blood Veela.
"Hold my hand, I'll apparate us there." He smiled. With a nod she touched his open palm. It was a warm and welcoming. Together they winked out of existence with a loud crack.
-tbc-