A/N: Hello again, please review!
Scabior narrowed his eyes, "What if I don't wanna join your group?"
Greyback grasped the front of his jacket and pulled him close, "I said, you're in." He growled at him.
Greyback released Scabior and stepped back. He motioned to another man who quickly jumped up and walked towards them. Greyback started to walk out of the room and gestured for his men to follow.
Scabior steeled himself and followed Greyback, now one of his faithful snatchers. Scabior looked around at the others' gormless expressions and realised he must have been the smartest there.
When they got to the fireplaces of the Ministry, the other new recruit jogged up to Greyback and grabbed his arm. Greyback spun around and roared furiously, "What?" making everyone in a five metre range jump back, a few of the women shrieking slightly.
"What are we doin' today then?" He asked lightly.
"SNATCHIN' YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Greyback bellowed. The blonde man recoiled slightly.
"Alright, don't lose your 'ead." He mumbled.
"What was that?" Greyback snarled.
"Nothing, Boss." He replied more clearly.
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Hermione woke with a start. A thin sheen of cold sweat covered her head to toe. Her eyes fluttered open and she realised Ron was lying on top of her. She suddenly felt very hot and claustrophobic. He was lying horizontally across her legs, whilst Harry had moved to the sofa during the night. She tried pushing Ron off her legs and slipped her feet out from under his belly. Hermione made her way to the bathroom to freshen up, trying not to focus too much on her reflection. But as she splashed cold water onto her face, her eyes took a glance at the person in the mirror.
Maybe a month ago she would have looked like a completely different person. Her eyebrows were still dark and clipped, her lips still full and her skin smooth. But now, her hair was messy, lips chapped and her eyes slightly lifeless. She also didn't remember her collarbones sticking out so much.
Hermione took a quick shower with some shampoo which was rolling about in the bottom of her bag. When she was finished with her cold shower, she sat on the side of the bath and dried every part of her body with meticulous precision. She spent ages on her hair and tried smoothing it out.
When the others were showered and ready, Harry explained the importance of keeping moving. Hermione, ever the bossy one, cut across him and insisted they do a little more planning this time.
"We can't stay here forever, Hermione." Harry told her.
"Where will we go?" She asked.
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"Please! We'll do anything, just please stop it..." The middle aged muggle resided into sobs. Yes, she was a muggle, but Greyback didn't know. And more importantly he didn't care.
He gave a slight nod and Ike turned once again to the middle aged man cowering on the forest floor. He gave him another swift kick to the ribs which made him cry out like a little girl.
"I want you," Greyback told the woman, crouching down in front of her daughter, a sixteen year old girl with dark hair and red lips, "To tell me who you are and what status your blood is."
The girl was too frightened to even breathe properly. She wished her mother would stop crying though. The woman wailed again.
"Please don't do anything to us, we were just on holiday camping..."
Greyback inhaled, and reached forward to grab a handful of the girl's hair. He pulled her close and whispered something in her ear, and then threw her back to the ground and went over to join in torturing the man. The mother hobbled over on her knees and put her head on the girl's shoulders. Their arms were tied behind their backs.
"What did he say?" She whispered fearfully.
A tear rolled down the daughter's cheek, "He said if you didn't tell him he would eat me."
The woman stilled, her eyes wide with terror. What kind of monsters had they run into?
Greyback muttered the final curse under his breath and the man was hit with a green jet of light, before her rolled back on his side, eyes wide but unseeing.
The pair watched with horror as his last breath gurgled up his throat.
"Too late." Greyback snarled, pointing his wand at the woman. She dropped to the ground with a thud. The girl heaved twice before spewing up her breakfast of bacon and toast all over the ground. She wiped her mouth on the fabric on her shoulder and dared to glance up. She wished she hadn't.
Greyback growled, "You got that on MY FUCKING SHOES!" He roared, swinging his foot back and then forward to send her flying backwards. He moved forward and his hands closed around her throat. He barked to the others, "Back to camp."
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"I don't know. But I do know we need a Horcrux to destroy." Hermione mused. She looked down and picked the non-existent dirt out from under her nails.
"What about the Black house?" Ron asked.
"That's a good idea, Ron," Harry said, a hint of surprise in his voice, "But it'll be risky."
"All of this is bloody risky!" Ron said louder, making Hermione look up at him.
"Fine." Harry replied shortly.
A/N: Please review I know it's been a while aha...
