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Chapter 1
The muggles fell, and wizards stood in triumph. They stood there, wands raised, wearing those grotesque masks as if they were trophies. One moved forward, confidently and stood over the middle-aged male.
"Where is she? Where is the mudblood?" A black boot kicked, forcing the man to clutch at his stomach, "Tell me!" he demanded.
The man moaned and choked on his own blood, gargling out words, words that would most likely cause his death. He didn't know what they were talking about. "I-I- don't k-know." He gasped. Another kick, and another demand.
"P-please, d-don't hurt us! I-I do not know who t-th-this Hermione person is!" A scream soon followed, as the spell hit him, causing his bones to twist and bend at odd angles. A woman's cry could be heard from across the room. The man's wife was receiving special attention by three Death Eaters.
George Granger could hear the cries of his wife, and he thrashed about wildly. He could hear the ragged panting of the men, as they defiled his wife. Their moans disgusted him, and he was helpless to do anything about it. Nobody would hear if he screamed. They were in the middle of nowhere, in the outbacks Australia.
It became silent, and his wife's cries finally quieted. He arched his back, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of what was going on. He was just in time to see a faint glow of green, surround his wife, before the black boot kicked him in the head, leaving him in darkness.
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Hermione's POV
People crossed my field of vision, as I wept silent tears. I had to do it, for their safety.
Two pairs of arms encased me in their warmth. I knew right away, to whom they belonged to, and I was glad that they were there.
Ron sighed. "Come on Mione'." He grabbed her arm, and he and Harry started to lead me towards the gate that lead into Hogsmeade. We entered in, and we started walking along the cobblestone street, looking at the stores that held so much wonder and excitement.
Harry tugged at my arm and guided us towards Zonko's Joke shop. I walked in first, slightly excited to see what was in store today. I walked along the rows of candy and gadgets. I looked to my left, and burst out laughing. Harry had touched something, and he had fangs as long as my fingers!
I walked forward, and lightly tapped them, "Why, Harry, I think they suit you just fine." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Now you won't have to kiss all of your admirers!" he glared at me and stomped off to the front of the room, probably to look for some assistance.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I jumped. I relaxed when I saw that it was just Ronald. "I'm here if you want to talk." He offered.
I sighed, deeply. "It's just that… I just miss them so much!" I cried out, and I felt my knees buckle. The happiness that I had felt just a moment ago, had disappeared.
Ron knelt down to. "Well, you saved them Mione'! He won't be able to find them now, and you know that! You did the right thing!" He persuaded.
"They're going to be so pissed! I obliviated them and sent them to Australia!"
Footsteps sounded from behind me, and someone slid down the shelf. "It's alright, Hermione. I mean, bloody hell, I would've done that same thing!" Harry threw his arm around my shoulder, and laid my head on his chest. I sniffled.
A watery smiled formed on my lips, and I looked at both of them with gratitude, knowing that they were right, this time. "When did you guys get so good with words?" I teased, and added a poke to their sides for added affect. They laughed, and tickled me.
Out of breath, we walked out of Zonko's and headed out for a butterbeer. The thought of the creamy liquid sliding down my throat, just about had me jumping up and down with impatience. We reached The Three Broomsticks, and headed on in.
We requested a table, and were very quickly seated at the most private table in the whole vicinity. It was a cozy table, nestled in a corner, with a shaded lamp hanging above us, giving an ethereal glow to our surroundings. It was so…. relaxing.
The waitress came over, and handed us each a mug of butterbeer. We said our thanks, and I quickly slammed half of the liquid down.
"Jeez, Hermione! Thirsty much?" I nodded my head to whoever said that, quickly finished the rest.
Harry, Ron and I sat around for a few hours, talking about the War, and endless little tidbits. It was just getting dark, when a dark figure entered the tavern.
It became deathly quiet. The figure was wearing a large hooded cloak, hiding his face. Large booted feet, walked into the room. The figure walked slowly towards the opposite corner of where they sat, and lowered himself into the booth.
The waitress nervously walked over there and poured him a glass of firewhiskey, as ordered. When she was done, she quickly scurried her way into the back room, frightened.
I looked at Harry, and found him staring at the figure with a large amount of intensity. "Are you alright, Harry?" I whispered, not wanting to draw attention.
He nodded. "Yea, he just seems familiar, that's all." She nodded, too, satisfied. She went back to looking at the hooded figure, and waited.
The tavern, slowly, made its way back to being light and cheerful. Everybody forgot about the hooded figure, and started to gossip about the recent killings, and such.
The figure sat unmoving, and after an hour it stood up and left the tavern, leaving the glass of firewhiskey to waste.
Harry and Ron nodded towards each other, and they ran out of the pub. I jumped up, and ran after them, not wanting them to get into any trouble.
I found them staring at the figure, in the middle of the lamp lit street. Harry was demanding something of the figure, and the figure was in a posture of laughter; Its head was thrown back, and its shoulders were shaking. I reached Harry, at the same moment that the figure drew his wand. Harry reacted instinctively, and threw out his arm. The arm that he threw out, just so happened to be the arm that I was holding on to.
I was thrown towards the figure, and saw a white spark starting to form. Harry and Ron's cries of horror were drowned out as I felt and heard the sharp crack! That rang throughout the air.
My backside hit a squishy, branch infested ground, and I glanced around wildly. It was obvious that the figure had apparated, but one question still remained. Where had the figure apparated us?
A crunching sound came from my right, and I whirled around, my hands falling to the ground, desperately searching for my wand. A barking laugh sounded from my left now, and I gripped the hard edge of my supposed wand, and whipped it up, pointing at the figure.
I came face to face, with the now un-hooded figure, and gasped. There, before me, stood Fenrir Greyback, and he was laughing at something. I followed his gaze, and caught sight of where my wand was supposed to be held. Instead of my wand, I held a branch. A branch was useless against a full grown werewolf, and I now just realized that I was in the middle of nowhere with a ruthless killer, and I was completely defenseless.
Oh..shit….
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Hey everyone! This is my first story on Fanfiction, and I believe I did okay with this chapter! I realized that there weren't many Hermione/Fenrir stories out there, and I decided to make one. I hope you all enjoy!
I would also like to say, that I would greatly appreciate reviews!
P.S no flames please! I have no beta, and I am sorry if I look over an error.
~Blue