Once Bitten, Never Shy
My very, very first fanfic so please be kind: D
Disclaimer: characters belong to J.K unfortunately not I only plot is mine rated M for later chapters but warning will be given.
Chapter one
Never again, words she uttered too often to make them true but still sworn with steely resolve as Hermione stumbled through the dense ever moving undergrowth of the Forbidden forest. Stumbling over a particularly precarious tree root the curly haired witched cursed her faulty feet and her taste in friends, Harry and Ron, graduated Aurors, married men and still causing trouble like first ears and dragging the brightest witch of her age along for the inevitably bumpy ride.
Upon sketch albeit one hundred percent correct intel Ron and Harry insisted on investigating the last known hiding place of the two remaining death eaters after the second and final wizarding war, Yaxely and Fenrir Greyback. Rumoured to be heavily warded against detection and penetration the boy wonder and his trusted best friend knew they would need their know it all friend to even stand a chance.
Earlier that day
"Come on Mione!" whined her raven haired best friend "You know we can't do this without your brains!" Harry perched on the edge of her parchment filled desk his emerald eyes searching her whiskey orbs imploringly. The bushy haired witch would have ran her fingers through her hair with exasperation and annoyance at her friends persistence but she had no intention of spending the rest of her precious afternoon untangling her fingers from her brush of wild tangled curls. "Harry James Potter" she eyed him, sitting up primly and stated in her best no nonsense tone "You know that I am working on an extremely petition for S.P.E.W, I simply do not have the time!." Honestly this boy! Wasn't it hard enough for her not being taken seriously as director of S.P.E.W a fledgling cause of the department of magical creatures without going before the board of governs with an ill prepared speech?! "Come on Herms" he pleaded again butchering her given name "you know your facts about spew better than anyone, you invented it! A little break will barely impact your speech now." Ugh! Why must they continue to mispronounce both her own name and that of her beloved organisation, with a weary sigh Hermione elected against correction him yet again but another refusal was interrupted by the pitiful pleading look on The Boy Who Lived face, "Please Mione, we have to put these guys away. You know what they did during the war". A repressed image of Lavender Browns lifeless form prompted both a weary sigh and a reluctant nod from the soft hearted with, packing away her elvish law porotypes she Hermione Granger unrolled a new parchment and began what she hoped would be the last plan involving death eaters she would ever have to hatch.
Back to present moment
In typical fashion her well thought out and flawless plan had been completely derailed. After easily tracking down the bespelled fortress of their targets using a genius tracking spell of her own invention, the only step between them and success was to carefully break the wards surrounding the cabin under Hermione's instruction. However a well times scream, from a damsel in distress drive one hot head Ronald Wesley to draw his wand and dash gallantly through the wards to the damsels aid. With no time to re-evaluate a whirring alarm resonated through the small area and the remaining duo where forced to withdraw their wands and rush to cover their reckless friend, almost immediately stalking smugly from his hiding place within the cabin Greyback shifted into his huge demonic form and ran with inhuman speed into the forest, Yaxely being only a simple wizard attempted to flee with his captive, a young muggle women. Being skilfully cornered and outnumbered by Ron and harry Yaxely dumped his victim to the ground and turning on the spot disaperated. Swearing under his breath and scanning the forest for their remaining threat harry instructed Ron to gather up their victim. "Shit! they're gone Ron, quick back to the office we've got to inform the minister" just as his sentence finished a spine chilling howl resonated through the trees prompting the trio (Ron carrying his damsel on his back) to break into a run. Shouting pre arrange coordinates to disguise their location Hermione prompted her friends to disaperate on the count of three. On her third count the familiar buzz of magic flooded over the young witch, violently the portal of light was shredded around her as a searing pain broke through her left leg, slamming back to the forest floor Hermione attempted to move her injured leg but finding herself unable to move the limb rolled onto her back and found herself staring into the yellowed eyes and even yellower snarling teeth of Fenrir Greyback. Sparing a glance to her bleeding limb Hermione tried with all her might to scramble out from under the beast, which an earth shattering roar she found her body pinned under the monstrous weight once again, his clawed hands tore through her modest shirt exposing her torso to his greedy eyes throwing back his head with manic laughter his eyes locked on hers once more licking his lips once more quickly and savagely his canines tore into the delicate skin just above her left breast. "Please! Someone please!" Her screams of agony echoed around the abandoned forest, her hands clawed and shoved uselessly against his chest in frantic bid for freedom, black and white spots now danced in front of her closing eyes her vision fading fast as the beast prepared himself for another lethal strike. When suddenly in a flash of brilliant white light the witch thought signalled her demise relieved the crushing pressure on her chest, her head lolling uselessly to the side her eyes managed to absorb the sight of three beautifully terrifying full wolves, rust, ebony and alabaster fun danced across her eyes before she final succumbed to the darkness.
To Be Continued…: D