Chapter Two
"You are looking for Hermoine?"
"Exactly, I am a friend from school, she gave me this address." Finn stood outside Hermoine Granger's house. Her father kept giving these dirty looks, especially at her hair. Finn didn't think he was in a good position to judge considering he was a mere muggle.
"Well, she isn't here." He said curtly.
"Oh let me guess she is with her beloved Ron." Finn gave the sweetest smile she could muster. Mr. Granger seemed to relax a little.
"Yes as a matter of fact, she is."
"Well thank you for your time." Finn turned and walked down the street. This created a problem.
Finn knew that the residence of the Weasleys, though pitiful, housed almost the whole Order of the Phoenix all the time. There would be strong protective and defensive spells around it.
Pop
She appeared two blocks away from the burrow and started walking quite quickly. She stopped. Did she feed Solomon? No she was pretty sure she didn't. She shook her head. She had to keep walking or else she wouldn't be able to afford dog food. She soon realized that walking along wasn't going to get her there. These annoying thoughts kept popping into her head making her want to go home.
She took a few deep breaths then started to make herself change. She shut her eyes tight trying to block out the pain but if was useless. She ran her tongue over her front teeth and could feel her eyeteeth growing into fangs. She looked down at her hands; her nails had gone from relatively short to nearly two-inch claws. She blinked a few times. Had she been able too she would have seen her eyes had gone completely black. Her vision had gone a great deal sharper.
The pain was intense. It was like someone was trying to pull her nails out with pliers. Her teeth felt the same and her eyes felt like they had soap squirted in them.
The pain slowly subsided. She rolled her head on her shoulder to stretch. She looked ahead. No ideas came into her head, no forgotten chores. Magic had very little effect on were-wolfs. She walked on.
Finnsiel Greyback was not your normal were-wolf. Mind you what were-wolves are normal? She was the only were-wolf in Great Britain that was able to partially change, or prevent the change entirely. Ever sine her older brother Fenrir Greyback had learned of her talent he wouldn't give up hoping to learn her secret. And even if she had wanted to tell him, she wouldn't know how.
She had never known how she was able to control her change. But she had discovered it soon after she was bitten. At first she had been able to almost summon her claws or fangs or her special vision, then she could stop the monthly change altogether, with little pain, often a dull ache in her spine lingered.
She sniffed the air. She caught the scent of flesh, human flesh. She was getting closer. She could soon see the house. She stopped about two lots away from the house; she knelt down shielding herself with the small stonewall.
She pulled her pack of her back and opened it, pulling out the nine millimeter. She checked it was loaded.
Finn had been doing what she did for three years know. She was a professional killer. Muggles, wizards, squibs, she worked for anyone. She found guns the simplest way to kill wizards or witches. Though a healer can cure a gunshot wound in seconds, most wizards do one of two things, believe that if it was merely muggle made they must be able to fix it themselves, or panic. Neither way helped, making Beleth one of the most desired killers in all of Europe.
She placed the nine mil in the back of her pants. That was purely a back up. There would be far too many people around, they would hear the shot, and even using a silencer might draw attention.
She pulled a long thin wiry piece of string out of one of the pockets. This would have to do. She wrapped it around her hand and got up leaving her bag behind and continued on.
When she reached the house, she stopped. She smelt something. Something that wasn't quite right. It was faint, but definite. She ignored it she was here on business. She could here people talking about school inside but there were no girl's voices.
She dug her nails into the side of the house and began to climb. Climbing had to be the only perk from being a were-wolf in Finn's opinion. She could climb with skill and grace that was never possible before.
She looked down and she had to be at least on the third floor. She glanced in the nearest window to see a flurry of bushy hair disappear into a room. She edged over till she was under the window and glanced in.
The room was a faded purple, with multiple quidditch poster. The furniture was old and worn. There was a girl on the bed with bright red hair with her nose in a book. The girl with the bushy hair was sitting on the bed talking away. She was Hermoine Granger. Beleth knew this from the picture's Seeker had shown her. She strained her ears to hear.
"Look, you have to come down; everyone has noticed your sudden disappearance." Hermoine was pleading.
"Look, if I want to stay in my room I can!" the other girl snarled. She had to be a Weasley.
"Harry misses you." Hermoine said in a quieter voice.
"Look, just…. go." Hermoine stood up stiffly and exited the room. She stopped at the door.
"Have you seen Crookshanks?"
"No." Hermoine shrugged and left the room.
Finn lowered herself out of view and silently dropped to the ground. She glanced around. It was worth a shot.
"Crookshanks," She called. She waited then to her great surprise a big ginger cathead poked out of the bushes. It hissed and went to dart back into the foliage but Finn was too quick she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and held him to eye level.
"Don't worry, I am not like my brother, I won't hurt you." She heaved the enormous cat under her arm and walked to the back of the property. She figured the girl would eventually want to find her beloved cat and come looking for it. It would be too good to be true to hope she would wander off the property so Beleth settled in a clump trees near the end of the property.
After stroking the cat for a while the thing began to purr.
"Now, I wonder if your mummy will come and find you."