I can't believe I'm saying this but I love you.
I don't own harry potter.
Hermione and her friends just aparated back to their camping spot. They normally don't aparate back to the same spot more than once, but this was to retrieve Hermione's scarf she had left behind for Ron to find if he ever came back so he'd know they were there. But instead of finding her scarf, they found their selves to be in trouble. The snatcher had taken Hermione's scarf and tied it around his neck. The snatcher, Scabior, who had smelled her scent in the woods all those days ago. They all started to run as fast as they could. They almost out ran them until Scabior told his men to go around to surround them.
'Oh I've got you now, my lovely.' He thought to himself and he ran to catch them.
Hermione stopped abruptly and turned around and hit Harry with a stinging jinx, so he wouldn't be recognized as Harry Potter. Harry fell back and Hermione ran to his side and said, "I'm sorry Harry. I had to." Harry nodded to tell her he understood. Just before Hermione could say anything, she was pulled up by large strong hands.
"DON'T TOUCH HER! LET HER GO!," yelled Ron right before he got punched in the stomach.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE DON'T HURT HIM!," Hermione screamed.
"Your boyfriend will get an unforgivable if he keeps it up, lovely," Scabior told Hermione. "What 'appened to you ugly?" he said to Harry. When he got no answer, he spoke again, "What's your name?"
"Dudley. Vernon Dudley," replied Harry.
"Check it wolf,"Scabior said to greyback. He turned away from them and turned towards Hermione and said with a predatory smile on his face," Mmm. And you, my love. What do they call you?"
"Penelope Clearwater. Half-Blood." Then Scabior ook a piece of her hair and sniffed it. Hermione was terrified. "I don't believe you love"