Chapter 7: Bitter Reunion

Harry was frozen, his eyes focused on the girl he'd known for years. The only girl that truly saw him for who he was. She loved him, did he love her the same?

He walked back toward her slowly, put his hands upon her arms. Their eyes locked, gently closing as they moved toward the other. Hermione's face red as she continued blushing, Harry's cheeks began to mimic hers as their lips met. They felt as if the whole world around the vanished, the war was gone, there was no Voldemort. There was just them.

Snape watched them with a look of disgust before he apparated having completed his mission. Harry and Hermione separated shortly after Snape had left, their eyes locked together. A tear fell down her cheek afraid of something happening to him as he turned with his hand out ready to grab it.

Time seemed to slow as Harry grew closer to the sword. His hand met with the handle and he took hold of it. With both hands, He torn the sword from the ground. There had been no trap, the sword was there ready for anyone to take. He raised and held it in his hand, staring at the weapon. They had it, the way to destroy the horcruxes.

"It's alright." Harry assured her as he turned back toward her with a smile. The tears that had been trailing down her cheeks now stopped as she knew he was fine.

"We can destroy the horcrux when we're with everyone else." Hermione responded.

Harry nodded as he stored the sword in her bag. He took her han as their eyes met again. They didn't speak the words aloud but, they were happy the events that had just occurred did.

They began getting the tent and together put up wards around the area. They had no clue of how long it'd take for Bill to come and locate where they were. They would take turns keeping watch during the night, rotating around to allow them to have an even amount of slumber. Harry would be the first to take the duty to allow Hermione to get some rest.

Hours Later

He sat on the ground against the tent, turning the wand in his hand. The forest around he was silent except the sound of leaves falling and blowing in the wind. The air was cool and felt good against his skin. The silent rustling of the leaves was overcome by the footsteps of a group of people. Harry turn his attention to where they were and found that there was five of them. One was tall with matted grey hair, his eyes darted around as he scanned the area around him and the others. He reminded Harry of a wolf and was apparently the leader as the other two followed his silent orders of checking certain areas. One who was shorter than the leader, had his blueish grey eyes also scanning the area as he cautiously looked around the area while his long brown tangled hair blew against him. Harry jumped to his feet with his wand ready just in case they were able to get by the wards in place.

"Scabior, wait." The wolf growled as he stopped where the sword had been. "I smell something."

"What is it, Fenrir?" Scabior questioned turning back to him.

"There are two smells..one is very perfume like and the other..indescribable. Two people were here and it wasn't that long ago." Fenrir stated "Smells very fresh.."

Fenrir looked around with a devilish smile. His wolf like features becoming more defined with the evil look worn upon his face. Scabior looked around playing with his wand. Hermione made her way out of the tent apparently due to hearing the voices.

"One of them can smell us, Hermione. I think he's a werewolf." Harry informed her in a whisper.

"That's..That's Fenrir Greyback." She responded in a hush tone.

"What do we do? If they can smell us they might fight try to find us. That could lead to them getting past the safety measures we have. Its only two of us and three of them, since Ron left." Harry thought aloud.

With a few seconds following Harry's statment, a silent sound was heard behind them. Everyone turned to the area behind the tent to find Bill and Ron. The two Weasleys immediately pulled there wands out and got ready.

"Ah looky 'ere, Greyback. We got us two Gingers, Weasleys I presume?" Scabior spoke with a laugh as he aimed his own wand at the two.

"Yeah and We'll be leaving from here, alive." Ron responded with a slight look of worry.

"Don't be so cocky boy. I'm hungry. Get 'em boys." Greyback ordered.

"Hermione go!" Harry yelled as soon as both parties began firing spells.

She dropped the wards and the two immediately join their friends in the battle against the snatchers.

"Stupefy!"

"Expelliarmius"

Red and scarlet beams emitted from the wands on both sides. A few of the snatchers flew back leaving on three Greyback, Scabior and some other man.

"It's Potter boys! Get him. We'll take him to the dark lord." Greyback demanded with a growl.

The battle between both of sides grew fierce as the spells were cast with more will. There was more tension growing as the snatchers began to throw more vicious curses. Bill flew back after being disarmed and hit with a second spell, soon after the rest were overpowered. Harry was the last one left with a wand but, he surrendered willingly after Fenrir's actions.

The werewolf took hold of Hermione and held his hands on her neck. He licked his lips and gave another smile.

"I'll kill her Potter, Come with us and she'll have a better chance of living." He demanded tightening the grip on her.

"Fine. Just don't hurt her." Harry responded dropping his wand.

"Gather them up and there things. We're gonna take 'em to the Malfoys' place. " The Werewolf ordered his remaining allies as he relinquished his hold upon Hermione.