I Dare You to Snatch My Heart

A Scabior Fanfiction

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Chapter 3 My Red Riding Hood

Song for this chapter- Hey There Little Red Riding Hood by Bowling for Soup

Previously in IDYTSMH:

Rolling his eyes again, Scabior let go of my arm and stuck out his elbow "Lady Cleopatria would you please accompany me to my group's camp, I'd be so much obliged"

I knew that there was no choice in the matter so I linked my arm with his and shuddered as we took off into the night and into the war.

"Sir, Sir, Sir?" the girl on my arm quipped. She had been going on with this for minutes on end now and it took all of my will power not to tell her to shut up! It was a long way back to the camp, but I couldn't bloody well apparate because I'd have to let go of her to grab my wand and there was no way that I was going to do that. But, she continued with the "sir" thing. My guess was that annoying her opponent to death was her only defense and with the way things were going now, I bet it worked. Part of me wishes I'd never found the annoying twit no matter how pretty she was and oh was she a beauty! That toad, Umbridge, though, specifically told my men and me to capture all Mudbloods and interrogate all the rest. We found this one 'bout an hour ago and it was getting to be an hour too much.

Earlier Scabior's POV

We had just apparated into the forest after being chased by some guy who I owed money (my men didn't have to know that though) when I heard the crunch of leaves close by.

"Who was that Scabior?" Greyback questioned, showing his hideous teeth.

"Look you know who you serve so don't ask me questions. It was just some bloke who wants me dead for reasons unknown to my being got it?" I lied, putting on a fairly good act. If the other snatchers knew that I was the cause of the fight then mutiny would be on their otherwise empty minds. I was about to tell them to apparate back to the camp, when I heard another noise. They couldn't hear it 'cause they were so dim witted but I could. It sounded like the unsheathing of a knife. I was bout to turn round again when I saw it. Under the tree, there was a layer of gold covering the fallen leaves. Striding closer I could see that it was hair as bright and shining as the Golden Fleece, most unusual. Listening closer I could hear it, it sounded like the shallow breathing of a woman, even more unusual. I lost the sound in the deep rumbles of the snatchers behind me talking about what they were going to do with the money we earn. I tell them to be quiet and I hear the breathing go faster. Turning, I see a large pine with a hole rotted straight in the center and beyond that hole I see the back young woman.

"There you are" I say surprising her. Silly girl didn't know that there was a hole in the tree, tsk tsk. When she whips around to face us I'm surprised. She is lovely, quite lovely. She has doe-like brown eyes and sun kissed skin with a sprinkle of freckles on her nose. Her hair is the same color as the hair I found on the forest floor. It is very short and I put two and two together. She must have cut it to escape from us. She looks at me for a moment her eyes dart from my face to the red band on my left arm. She can put two and two together also.

She puts up a good fight; the little pixie does, knocking both of my men out with a surprise attack. I'm the only one left and as I confront her eyes grow even wider and she stopped in her attempt to grab my men's wands.

"Bite me snatcher boy!" she shouts then I lose her to the forest again.

I catch and corner her once against a tree. I think trees are becoming my favorite plant, they are. I hear voices, that of Lucius Malfoy and his sickly son and even I'm rather jittery for Mr. Malfoy is a bad piece 'o work. After daddy and son apparate, I feel a sharp pain on my hand. She bit me! Obviously the binding spell has worn off and we're off yet again.

After I corner her into another charming tree, I ask her a few questions. My answers are that her name is Cleopatria Wright (mouthful much), she's out of school (surprising), she single (hmm), and that she's a half blood who knows nothing (great, just dandy). I take her with me any way, even though I believe that she knows zip, cause a pretty face like hers might prevent mutiny. Yeah that's why Scabior, I tell myself. Then out of all things, she insults my pants and asks me to be polite! What the-! Just to tease her I stick out my arm and lead her, like a gentleman, through the woods. At that moment I fell more like a wolf than even Fenrir.

Present

"Sir, Si-"

"What?" I couldn't take it any longer. I turn to meet the bright inquisitive brown eyes and I hope this isn't another comment concerning my trousers.

"Um, at this camp of yours, will I die?" she asks biting her lip, her voice barely over a whisper. I want to tell her "no", to assure her that even if 'snake face' himself would appear, that I would not let her die. Why do I care? She's just another prisoner and I intend to keep it that way so instead I tell her "Only if you misbehave, lovely" trying to sound as menacing as possible. I see fear in her eyes and let out a growl of frustration. I cut the act of being a gentleman and grasp her hand instead. Her fingernails are a bright orange with light blue dots and her fingers wrap around my own. What's goin' on! I can feel her gaze on my face but I look forward, determined not to show emotion. I slowly let go of her hand and flex my fingers, closing my eyes. God, I need a rest! Out of the corner of my eye, I see her wipe her hand, the one I held, on her jeans and I want to do the same.

"Run and you know what will happen" I tell her clenching my teeth. Her energy has been wasted and she can only nod slightly. I'm pretty tired myself. In the distance but close enough, I see a bright orange fire glowing in the passing night, the camp. I can't imagine what the girl's thinking now; she must know what awaits her at the camp, a group of snatchers, an interrogation, and a nightmare.

The others will kill her. I've seen it before, why do I fell protective now? There was the bold brunette muggle born, the wormy bald bloke, and many more, but I didn't give them a second look even when they were hit with a Kedavra. Why now? Sure she was pretty but many of the prisoners were pretty. Why her?

I glance back to see if she's following cause she hasn't made a peep since I held her hand. I see her a few feet back… on the ground. I run towards her and drop to the ground before her.

"Hey beautiful, beautiful?" she says nothing and I start to worry. Her pulse, which I check is at a steady rate and I guess she's just exhausted. I'm about to lift her into my arms when I hear her speak.

"I ran away because of the wedding… too young" her eyes are still closed and she grasps my scarf, tears rolling down her face. She's having a nightmare. What she doesn't know is that when she awakens an even worse one will be at hand. Poor girl. I pick her up and carry her bridal style towards the camp when I hear with horror her next words.

"That man, Scabior, is going to kill me mum… he's gonna…" her voice dies out and her lips close while I process what she said. She's afraid of me, but yet again, she should be.

I'm outside our camp now, the girl still in my arms when I hear the voices of the other snatchers.

"She was a catch, she was" "yeah, I hope Scabior brings the little witch back"

"I am hungry" the last voice was Fenrir's and to him Cleo was food. Disgusting werewolf! I am filled with rage at this and hold the girl even closer. Casting a disillusionment charm, I enter the camp unseen and carry her into my red tent. I light a candle and lay her on my mat. No one will die on my watch tonight.

I cast a charm to keep her unseen just as Fenrir enters my tent.

"What d'ya want ugly" I say looking over the list of un-snatched Mudbloods.

"Did you find her?" he asks drooling with hunger.

"No, must have apparated" I lie pretending to be ashamed of the fact that I "lost" someone. Fenrir grunts and bares his teeth again.

"Go hunt for squirrels or somethin'" I tell him waving him away from my tent.

"The men are angry Scabior" he says, his voice low.

"Do I look like I care Greyback?"

I really don't care at all. The others could be as merry as schoolgirls but I only cared about one person's happiness, mine. I glance over at the "empty" mat. Okay, make that two.

He grunts again and trudges out of the tent, probably going off to kill somethin'… again.

I take another glance at the mat. "So much trouble over one little person" I mutter rubbing my chin. I still don't know why I did it. All I know is that Cleopatria Wright owes me everything.

As I lay on the ground next to the mat, I wonder what she dreams of. She said somethin' before bout a wedding and being too young. She was a runaway bride, how tragic. Why did she run away? Most likely because the bloke she was marrying didn't have plaid trousers! My thoughts grow even more ridiculous as I fall into an uneasy sleep.

She was wearing a long red cape with a hood, covering her face. She was running fast and I try to keep up. We are in the forest again, the moon shining brightly above. I call out to her but she doesn't hear. What was she running from? Fenrir, I thought my eyes growing dark with hate. Her face turns and her brown eyes meet mine, wide with fear. "Save me" she whispers, her voice echoing through the forest. Her hair blows in the breeze, now long and the color of the moon. I have to save her from the wolf! Mirrors appear in the form of trees and I stop as I see my self in the reflection of one. Instead of hands and feet, I have paws, Instead of hair, dark fur. I am a wolf, she was running from me. I let out and anguished scream only to hear a howl so piercing that the glass trees shatter and fall in sharp rain to the forest floor. One shard piercing my heart and the last thing I see is a wave of gold. The last thing I hear is the scream of my little red riding hood.

A/N: Well what do you think my lovelies? I plan to try to write a chapter a day!

Scabior does not love Cleo; he's just confused for now. Get ready for some love you hate you stuff in chapters to come! Next: Cleo meets a fellow prisoner who's rather handsome! Buckle up Scabior!