"We are closing in. She shouldn't be too far from us. Look around closely, I think she is injured." Fenrir announced as he ran through a small creek, kicking up water.
"I smell heavy amounts of blood Alpha."
"I do too. She must have splinched herself trying to apparate with out a wand." Fenrir told them, sniffing the air and detecting the copper twinge in the air. "Stupid girl, just what do you think you were thinking?"
He leapt over a log and sped up a little. He heard pops. Those were never a good thing to hear. Normally those annoying little noises meant wizards and they just drove him completely nutters. They either try to kill him, make him join some pureblood supremacist cult or send him to prison. Sometimes, a combination of the three.
"Boys, we have visitors." Fenrir said as they walked into a clearing. There was his witch, passed out on the forest floor covered in blood. She seemed to have splinched herself good. "Potter, seems you fixed that nose of yours."
Harry Potter, who stood over Hermione whirled around. He glared viciously at Fenrir, growling deep in his chest. He stepped forward, knowing Ginny and a Auror-medic was quickly working at healing Hermione.
"You want some more of where that came from then?" Fenrir goaded, as he cracked his knuckles.
"You are clearly out numbered here." Ron said, stepping up next to Harry. He glared viciously at Fenrir and the wolves that stood behind him.
"It doesn't matter about numbers, pup. It is all about skill." Fenrir said, noticing for the first time he was greatly outnumbered. There was Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Remus which were the ones he recognized, but there was a good hand full of aurors standing around at attention, just waiting for Harry to give them orders. The people he recognized all stood in a line, protecting Hermione from the wolves. He only had three others with him.
"I really need to get Hermione to the hospital. She has lost a lot of blood and won't survive much longer if I don't get a blood replenishing potion. But she isn't capable of transport." Ginny whispered to Harry. Harry nodded to Neville who disappeared to get some potion.
"Take care of her, don't let them near her." Harry whispered turning his full attention to Fenrir.
"You aren't taking her anywhere!" Fenrir shouted as he shook with anger. His blue eyes shifted to amber and he started snarling at them.
"You have no control over her!" Harry snarled back. It was too close to the full moon. He knew the moon wasn't until tomorrow, but the pull of it was still too strong. He was so full of anger and protection over his mate that he couldn't handle it.
"She mine you mangy pup! I will control her come tomorrow and there is nothing you can do to stop me!" Fenrir thundered. He snapped his jaws shut and clenched his fists together. Black fur started completely covering his body, his nose and mouth shifted into a muzzle. He howled with pure primal instinct and ran towards Harry, mid shift.
Snapping into action, Harry ran towards Fenrir. He jumped at him and while in mid jump, he transformed into his bestial form. His razor sharp claws slashed at the bigger wolf, catching him off guard with his speed and agility. Harry jumped back, just enough to where Fenrir only barely snagged him in the shoulder but was able to catch Fenrir in the right flank.
The two males battled it out with each other. The fight at the ministry party was child's play compared to this. Fenrir used brute force and didn't care where he got Harry. His jaws snapped at his back, his ears, his tail, his throat, anywhere that he could get a hold of. He had to end this fast, before the younger pup tired him out or they managed to escape with his mate.
He watched as Harry picked himself off the ground just seconds after being tossed to the hard ground. This pup was something, that was for sure. He was giving him a run for his money. If he had his own pack, this younger male would definitely be the alpha. Barking out, he tried to reason with him.
Scoffing in a way only canines can, Harry circled around the older wolf, looking for an opening, a weakness. Taking a deep breath, he took in the smell of his mate's blood. That motivated him and angered him deeply. Twitching an ear, he noticed that she was being taken care of by a red-haired human female with the help of a male human. This worried him, but he was sure that he could take on the male if needed.
Having enough of just standing around, Harry decided to finish this and get his mate help. Howling loud, he charged full throttle at him. Faking a left, then a right, Harry pretended to jump at Fenrir, and while Fenrir raised up a little, expecting an aerial attack, Harry sprinted under the other wolf, catching him under the jaw and snapping his sharp teeth around the black wolves neck. He twisted his head to the left, bringing the wolf down with a deep thump to the ground. He bit deeper, tasting his enemies blood in his mouth. Fenrir, now severely weakened, shifted into human form.
Shaking his head, Harry shifted back into human form, still holding onto Fenrir. His hand was wrapped around Fenrir's neck as he pinned him roughly to the ground. "You listen here, I will kill you if you even think about moving. You are lucky I still have some morals in me or I would have ripped you to shreds and left you to the buzzards."
"You are just too weak to finish me off." Fenrir rasped, blood falling from the sides of his mouth. He grasped whatever he could, which happened to be a rock, and attempted to hit Harry in the head.
Harry, after all the years of playing Seeker and fighting in a war, had honed reflexes. He moved just right, grasped Fenrir's arm with his free hand and twisted, snapping the bone in it like it was a twig. "You are weak. Making pathetic attacks like that."
"You should watch your back." Fenrir barely breathed out. He could barely breathe and his arm was now snapped. He wasn't going to live through this much longer unless he got help. He moved his eyes away from Harry and watched as the pack mates leapt at Harry, biting, kicking and trying to kill.
They knocked him off of Fenrir and attempted to pin him. Harry, not expecting this, was unable to defend himself. He mule kicked one of them in the chest, knocking him back and into another. He twisted out of the grasp of the third and stood up, angry. He watched Fenrir stand up, holding his arm slightly against his body.
"Boys, you can have some fun with him." Fenrir grinned, his eyes sparking as he took a few steps back from the fight and tried to recuperate. "I want to be the one to kill him though."
"I think we almost have it healed." Ginny muttered to Ron, who was crouched near, just waiting for anything to happen. "Her wounds were pretty bad, but we got it. Those blood replenishing potions that Neville retrieved helped a lot. I was worried we were going to lose her."
"I will be over there keeping an eye on Harry. Let me know if anything changes in her condition." Ron told his sister before walking over.
"I think she is waking." the medic announced.
"I think you're right." Ginny said pulling back from being above her. "Hermione?"
"H-harry…" Hermione croaked, her eyes fluttering open. She grimaced in pain.
"He is here, but a little busy. How are you? Does anything hurt?" Ginny asked, swishing her wand around Hermione, doing a diagnostic spell.
"My arm is sore and I am a little light headed." Hermione said, shaking her head. She moved her arms so she could sit up.
"Don't even think about it!" Ginny shouted, gently pushing her down. "I know how stubborn you are and you almost died. A minute later on my part and you would of."
"Yes, well I realize that but I feel fine and need to see Harry." Hermione argued back, pushing back Ginny's attempts.
"He is fighting Fenrir." Ginny told her before she practically shoved a bottle into her friends hands. "At least take this dose of pepper up potion, that will help you a lot."
"Thanks." Hermione gasped, standing up and swaying a little. Ginny grabbed her arm and steadied her so she could drink the potion. After being able to steady herself, Hermione walked over to where everyone was standing and watching the brutal fight. She just watched as the three wolves jumped on Harry and felt the urge to get in and fight herself.
"Hermione!" Ron grinned when she nudged him over. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, in relief. "I am so, so happy to see you. I thought I was going to die in worry. Please don't ever leave us."
"Why aren't we helping Harry?" Hermione asked, her honey eyes worried. She glanced around at all the people who were just standing around, staring. It frustrated her a little.
"He ordered us not to." Ron grumbled. "He told us that he doesn't want us hurt by the werewolves but if things get too bad to jump in and help him a little."
Hermione could only watch in horror as Harry battled three of the werewolves. She flinched when he dodged an attack by one only to end up getting an upper cut to the jaw and a right hook in the gut. "Ron you need to do something!"
"Bloody right you are." Ron grumbled as he took in the unfair fight. He turned to her and reached into his robes, pulling out a wand. "I figured you might need this."
Hermione grinned and took the wand from him. She swished it around her and transfigured her clothes into something more suitable to fighting. Squinting her eyes in determination, she nodded to Ron and headed out in front of the group, surprising them as they didn't know that she was awake. Her eyes glowed a little from her magic when a wolf decided to try and pin Harry down.
"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted, as a large green blast shot out of her wand and hit one of the wolves. She watched with a sick satisfaction as he was twirled through the air and hit a tree with a crunch. He was unconscious on contact.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted as he dodged an attack and ran over to her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, swinging her around. He kissed her on the mouth before he set her back down.
"Stupefy!" Ron shouted, covering their backs. It hit a wolf, knocking him down, leaving one other wolf and Fenrir left. "I am glad that you two have finally woken up about your feelings with each other, but save it until after the battle please."
"I amazingly missed him." Hermione laughed as she backed away from Harry and turned to the fight. "Weird isn't it?"
"Rude." Ron muttered as he smiled. He swished his wand and fired off another stupefy and got the other wolf. He waved his wand and levitated the three downed wolves and then wrapped chains around them.
"Fenrir, the only thing you can do now is surrender." Harry shouted to the last wolf. He retrieved his wand from the holster that was strapped on his arm.
"I will never surrender." Fenrir snapped, as he too grabbed his wand. He pointed his wand at the three, smirking haughtily, despite the blood on him. "You think you have won, but there is one little fact that makes it so I will win. See those runes all over her? That is my winning card, not yours."
"Runes?" Harry and Ron turned confused to Hermione, who glared at Fenrir.
"When I was knocked out he inscribed these on me." Hermione said, showing them her wrists and then pointed to her neck and feet.
"That, my boys, is my winning card." Fenrir grinned and waved his wand. A yellow glow came from his wand and snaked its way through the air and towards Hermione. It attached itself like to her wrists, ankles and neck like a leash, wrapping around her. "Ad dominum."
"Stupefy!" Harry shouted, aiming at Fenrir. It did nothing, as a shield formed itself around Fenrir and just absorbed the charm. He aimed his wand at Hermione "Finite Incantatem!" Nothing.
The yellow grew brighter and began to look more like a rope. Moving his wand a little, Fenrir repeated the words and nothing happened. He glared viciously and looked a little confused, which contorted his face in a frightening way. "Subplicium!" The yellow turned to a vivid scarlet, growing a little in size.
Hermione watched as the red moved towards her at an alarming pace. She was trying to escape but the yellow was strong and holding her still. When the red finally reached her, she grimaced before dropping to the ground. It was subtle at first, but as it twisted around her, it felt just like the cruciatus curse when it fully engulfed her. She screamed out in pain from it.
"That is punishment for disrespecting me!" shouted Fenrir.
"That is it!" Harry mumbled to himself. "Ron, watch over Hermione, I am finishing this here and now."
Ron could only nod before Harry marched determinedly over to Fenrir. "Release her now."
"Never pup," said Fenrir, pushing more magic into his wand.
Harry shook with pure unadulterated rage. His green eyes glowed amber and his magic pulsed around him, making his hair stand up with invisible wind. He marched over to Fenrir and punched him square in the jaw, knocking Fenrir flat on his back. Grabbing Fenrir's wand from where it landed he snapped it in two and threw it away from him. By this time Fenrir gathered himself and was standing back on his two feet.
"You will regret that." Fenrir growled as he saw the magic leave Hermione, allowing her to shakily lay and collect her breath. He charged straight at Harry, his eyes showing that he meant to kill. He pounced onto Harry, knocking him down onto the ground. His large hands wrapped around Harry's throat, choking him.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted as she shifted into her wolf form. She knew that she was no match for Fenrir when if comes to muscle. She ran at him and used as much force as possible to knock him away from Harry.
Fenrir, had other plans. He moved just right and snagged her by the scruff of the neck and slammed her down next to Harry, forcing her back into her human form. "See pups, its not about numbers, its about skill. You think you could kill me that easily? I was born a werewolf, I have a few years on you two."
He turned to Ron, who began to make his way to curse Fenrir. "I wouldn't move one more inch. I will crush both of their pipes faster than you can think of casting a curse." Turning back to Harry and Hermione, he tightened his hold on them. "Now then, what should I do to you two? I have a brilliant idea, do you want to know a little fact about us alphas?"
He dug his claws into Harry's throat while he changed positions. He made it so he was straddling Hermione and keeping her arms locked between her sides and his legs. He still had a grip on her throat but wasn't so tight. "One perk of being an alpha is that I carry the lycanthropy venom even in human form."
A/N: So, what do you think? Good I hope! I have been working a little extra at my grammar, but I figure I am still severely lacking. If you all see any discrepancies, let me know. Also, I appreciate the reviews you all sent me and a common question seems to be is "How did Fenrir get through the wards". I will be going over that eventually, just to let you know.
I also haven't decided if I should make Hermione a werewolf or not... I have many scenerios going through my brain for both ways.