Alpha Female
Chapter 10
AN: Here is chapter 10 and I hope you enjoy it….I wanted to say thanks to those who informed me of the error I had made with Ron, I have changed everything with his name in it and fixed all the chapters. Thanks Again xXxXxX
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Recap:
Hermione had cleaned up her four companions before bringing them with her and transfigured black cloaks from some leaves that they could use in the Alley since they didn't want to be seen.
Her first stop was Gringotts for some galleons, when she walked into the bank and up to the head counter, she realized her companions were being hassled at the door for what they were, Hermione walked over and placed a hand on the shoulder of one of the Goblins, who turned to her shocked.
"There with me, now leave." She commanded.
"Sorry for the inconvenience Milady." The goblin said with a slight bow.
And to everyone in the banks shock the goblins backed off without another word, from any of them allowing the five hooded figures access to the bank without further questioning.
When Hermione arrived at the head desk again she was immediately ushered into a small side room with the other werewolves walking cautiously behind her, feeling very suspicious of the place.
When they entered the small room they were told by the goblin that there would be someone in to see them in a moments time, Hermione thanked them a turned to her companions.
"What was that about?" Sheila asked
"Yeah I've never seen a Goblin act so polite in all my years." Feringraw said.
"Well when a certain person owns controlling shares in Gringotts they tend to get respect." A high pitched voice from the door said to the room at large with a large smirk.
"Ah Lady Ravenclaw a pleasure I'm sure, my name is Lord Grappletooth. I am the co-coordinator for your accounts and the leading manager for this establishment." He said with a slight bow of his head. "Is there anything you wished to discuss?"
"Yes actually I'd like to make a withdrawal and have a look at list of the number of properties, including the small island off the coast of Britain I'm sure I own." Hermione stated matter of fact.
Lord Grappletooth stared at Hermione for a few seconds a look of obvious suspicion creasing his already wrinkled features. Nobody had asked about that Island since Rowena Ravenclaw herself, and it was worth allot of money for its strong wards and secluded placement.
Hermione was quickly getting annoyed with the goblin that had been staring at her and growled in the hopes of getting his attention.
The goblin jumped at the noise of the growl and looked towards Hermione and bowed apologetically. He gathered a few sheet of parchment that would need to be looked over and handed her the deed of the island for her inspection.
"My apologies Milady, no-one has asked for information on that island in near a century and it has become quite the valuable piece of real estate." He said Grinning an evil looking smile filled with sharp teeth.
"That may be but I'm asking about it now and I don't appreciate you wasting my time." Hermione said strictly.
"Of Course of course, well all the documents you requested are ready for your inspection and then I will call another goblin to escort you to your account." Grappletooth spoke respectively throwing apprehensive looks to the werewolves behind her while she checked the documents.
Hermione was pleased everything seemed to be in order, not that she expected anything different really, Gringotts was renowned for its quick and precise service as well as their high security.
She looked up from the deeds to the island to see the goblin sneering at her entourage who were growling at the little goblin; she looked on amused for a few seconds before deciding to intervene before anything drastic was to happen.
She turned to look at the goblin that was determined to keep eye contact on her and not her obviously feral companions, her voice brought both parties out of their staring contest.
"I'm sure you're well aware Grappletooth that I am indeed a werewolf, yes? And I assure you neither of my pack members will lay a hand or claw on anyone in this bank unless provoked. Are we clear?" She said in an icy tone directed towards both parties.
A chorus of Yes Milady, and Yes Alpha was heard and she nodded in acceptance.
After the Goblin had asked her why she was in need of the island out of curiosity, her answer had been plain and simple she needed somewhere to keep her pack safe from the order and the only place she knew that was well protected enough was the Island since she was the true heir.
The Goblin had accepted the answer without further questioning and began running her threw the wards on the Island and how they could be shifted to her control so no one else would ever jeopardize their safety again.
Hermione planned on marking each member of her pack so that only they may enter in through the wards no others, but her main concern was moving the pack so she could let her mind be at peace that at least they are safe while she finds Fenrir.
When all the business was completed Grappletooth called for another goblin to take them down to the high security vaults, so Hermione could fetch what she needed and leave this place.
They walked down a long corridor down two flights of stairs and took a left before they came face to face with the Gringotts carts, Hermione climbed in first and then the rest followed, it was a quiet journey as the goblin was fearful of the werewolves residing in the speeding cart with him and the rest were quiet since they knew better than to talk right now.
After many twists and turns a final plummet down three stories left them outside vault number 5 the Ravenclaw account. The werewolves stood in awe at the sight before them; the design was much more intricate than that of the normal vaults a few stories above them. Two large stone ravens on either side of the vault door stood protectively with their wings splayed out blocking entrance to the vault. The birds wings began to move as they got closer to the vault, the werewolves excluding Hermione began shifting nervously towards the giant birds incase they attacked.
A loud roar in the distance caught them off guard as a flash of bright light was seen in the deepest reaches of a second tunnel, Hermione knew they had dragons protecting the higher security vaults but had never heard them before, not that she had been down here often.
She stepped forward her claws growing longer the closer she got to the vault, using one of her sharp claws she cut her palm, reveling in the blood slowly dripping from her palm, and pressed the blood drenched appendage into the wing of one of the stone Ravens.
Immediately the doors began to glow a royal blue color but as quickly as it came it faded and the ravens wings slowly began parting allowing them entrance into the vault.
Hermione had only been down here on one or two other occasions and only to retrieve some of Rowena's personal journal's to read and while she was down here she found one particular book, like a log that automatically updated itself every time something was taken or removed from the vault. It also was used to show her where exactly everything was situated inside the vault so the present owner would not become lost.
Hermione strode into the main entrance of the vault; she was faced with three doors and immediately took the door furthest to the left knowing exactly where she was going. She was pointedly ignoring the intrigued and confused stares from her comrades and the fact that their heartbeats seemed to have become faster the further into the vault they wandered.
There was an annoying dripping noise in the background coming from a loose pipe somewhere outside the vault that could be heard ten times louder considering the sensitivity of her ears and the echo of the vacant tunnels.
Hermione moved deeper into the vault when she came to a large room with many artifacts, and old tombs adorning the walls, she walked briskly over to a large cabinet and muttered a few counter spells before pulling the doors open. Inside the cabinet lay four small phials of a golden potion, glistening innocently in the dark confines of the vault, with a quick 'Lumos Maximus' her hand lit up with a small ball of light that she directed towards the phials.
Conjuring a small bag she placed the phials carefully into the bag, sealed it with magic and then placed into the inside of her robes extinguishing the light as she went. When she was finished she re-sealed the cabinet with the appropriate charms, once again ignoring all that was going on around her and made her way back into the entrance hall where the three doors still stood.
Instead of walking back out of the vault Hermione took the middle door which led to a large chamber, half the size of the great hall, filled with mountains upon mountains of gold. Looking behind her, she grilled her companions for their reaction, they all stood stoic not a hint of emotion showing on their faces but Hermione could see it in their eyes they were shocked, smirking she turned back to the gold grabbing three thousand galleons in a large pouch then shrinking it and placing it in her pocket.
Without another word she exited the vault her faithful pack following close behind her, with a small nod to the goblin still waiting patiently for her outside they climbed back into the cart before heading above ground to the lounge area once again.
Upon reaching the surface Hermione whispered something to the goblin, inaudible to the other werewolves; the goblin simply nodded with a bow and led them to the front desk where Grappletooth was seated.
The younger goblin whispered something to him and he gave a sharp nod in return, quietly bending over the counter to hand Hermione what seemed to be a small piece of card.
They looked at each other once more and with a nod of respect they bade their goodbyes.
"Good day Milady." He said gruffly.
"Lord Grappletooth." Hermione said respectively using his official title.
Once they were outside, Hermione was bombarded with questioning looks from her companions, to which she simple shrugged off and kept walking down the street of Diagon alley.
Signaling for them to once again raise their hoods they did without question, though Hermione left hers down, nobody would make much of a connection to Hermione being in Diagon Alley with an escort unless they knew she was a werewolf which not many did.
Walking down the street minding her own business, she was trying not to drag any attention to herself, though all hopes for that were shattered when she heard a silky drawl from behind her making her stop in her tracks.
"Well, well, well if it isn't potty's little Mudblood and here I was thinking you were dead." His silky cool demeanors making her want to hurt him more.
Hermione turned to look him in the eye a slight growl escaping her throat but said nothing to him; she just stood in the middle of the street taking in his appearance. He wasn't as clean as she remembered him, this was probably the first time she had ever seen him out of his best robes. He was wearing black slacks, with a black polo neck, sculpted to fit his body. His Dragon hide boots glistened in the sun and his hair hung loosely around his face, and not in the usual gelled back style he wore. In all she thought the look suited him, it was casual and not to flashy.
When her eyes reached his face his usual smirk was spread across his face, she seen the flash of anger pass though his eyes but it was only brief, though plenty to show his true intentions towards this confrontation.
"Malfoy, how's daddy dearest doing." Hermione asked snidely, she could see his face tingeing slightly pink as he began to shake with rage, when he heard her companions snicker.
The surrounding crowds had started to notice the group as they had not moved along and were just standing staring at each other. The crowds slowed in there movements trying to catch pieces of the conversation and some just stopped all together to see what was going on.
Hermione didn't mind at all, there was nothing Malfoy could say that she would be ashamed or embarrassed about, she was past those feelings now and no longer found them necessary merely an unwanted distraction.
Staring defiantly at her he raised his head and looked her directly in the eyes he was going to make sure the whole of diagon heard this.
"You should know Mudblood you killed him." He spat at her, eliciting snarls from the cloaked figures by Hermione's sides. Draco looked at them curiously, thinking they were simply undercover order members out to protect one third of the golden trio.
"Yes I did, and the taste of his blood still lingers on my tongue." She said with a slight chuckle seeing his disgusted face, she had not missed the gasps from their audience either, but didn't seem to care.
"You're sick you know that, and I will avenge my father." He spat advancing on her drawing his wand. "Well Granger, I haven't got all day we duel NOW." He demanded.
Hermione smiled sickeningly at him, she placed her hand on Romulus's shoulder to stop her pack getting involved, and she knew they could just kill Draco here and now, but she didn't want to run the risk of them being identified.
Pretending to search her robes she looked up at him innocently, with empty hands, "Oops I must have forgotten my wand." Draco smirked evilly at her thinking he had the upper hand, he had missed the significant looks pass between her pack. They knew quite well their Alpha had her wand and was well equipped with wandless magic.
He threw the first curse goading her at each chance he got, fully expecting her to try and dodge everything she threw, but when all she did was wave her hand making it disappear he cursed under his breath he hadn't anticipated wandless. Spells were thrown back and forth but he definitely couldn't back out now his pride was on the line as was the family honor. While he was distracted Hermione shot a self-designed curse at him, when the spell collided with his chest his eyes seemed to glaze over as a thick mist surrounded him making nothing visible.
When the mist cleared Draco lay on the ground ropes tied tightly around his whole body combined with an abbreviated body bind, which allowed him to talk and move his eyes but nothing else.
Seeing the short battle over the crowd began to disperse, just like Hermione wanted, she hated crowds and was sure she saw a reporter in there somewhere. When the coast was clear again she lifted Draco up with inhuman strength and dumped him in a small alley near where their confrontation had taken place. Walking up to him she lifted the bodybind but left the ropes, she kneeled down beside him signaling her pack to keep watch at the alley. Looking at him she knew he was very handsome, but he wasn't the devastatingly rugged type handsome like her Fenrir. Kneeling in front of him she placed one hand on his throat placing pressure around his vocal cords and leaned into him so her lips were at his ear.
Her hot breath sent involuntary shudders down his spine, and he gasped when her tongue flicked out and licked his ear before pulling on his earlobe with her teeth. She loved how responsive he was, but sadly she was only playing with him and he knew it, her whispers in his ear made him freeze in shock, it was not the soft goading voice he was used too this was cold and cruel.
"Don't mess with me Malfoy, I'm not the same person I used to be and I will have no problems ripping that pretty little neck of yours apart with my bare teeth." She whispered urgently. "I don't know who you think you are but you are no match for me, I could break your neck right now with a simple squeeze of your neck." She emphasize with a rough squeeze of his neck causing him to splutter, in need for air.
"I'm sure your father did not tell you before his untimely death about the circumstances I find myself in. I was turned before the battle of Hogwarts and I will do anything to protect my pack Draco, including from the order of flaming chickens. Your father was a threat along with the other Death Eaters and they were dealt with accordingly. I will let you live this time Draco, if only for your ignorance, but if my mate or myself find you near our pack I'll kill you myself." Her tone was deadly, sending shivers down his spine.
Hermione let go of his neck and sat on her haunches a foot away from him waiting for him to recover his breath, seeing he was breathing normally she made to stand but a hand on her wrist stopped her from moving. She looked at him questioningly with an eyebrow raised she could see the confusion evident in his eyes, he was looking at her with disbelief and disgust before he asked his question, one question Hermione loved answering.
"Who's your mate, since you're obviously a werewolf since you mentioned a pack?" Draco asked looking disgusted by her mere presence, and he thought she could sink no lower than a Mudblood. Hermione looked at him thinking if she should answer for the disrespectful looks he was throwing her and the obvious vile comments running though his mind.
With a final decision, she lifted a clawed hand and backhanded him across the face leaving him with a broken bloody nose.
"Fenrir Greyback." Was all she said as she stood and walked away from him leaving him in a pile on the ground covered in his own blood still in ropes in the dirty rat filled alley?
Back in the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters' Harry and Sirius were sitting in the kitchen of Grimmauld place, setting the rest of their plans into action. The original plan to catch Hermione had not gone exactly to plan considering she was still roaming free, but they had come across two cubs from her pack and grabbed them in the hopes Hermione would come looking for them.
When she didn't arrive they had begun to give up hope when they seen two larger males one of them undoubtedly Fenrir Greyback.
When they got back to the order with all four werewolves they locked them in a specialized room covered in silver, then they threw an injured Remus in with them as punishment. He was to be let out that morning after he had transformed, but had decided to leave him in there for a while longer to face his sire's wrath.
In the early morning after the full moon Fenrir was beginning to wake after trying to fight the sleep all night. He and his brother had taken it in shifts to sleep so none of the order could sneak up on them while they were sleeping.
Fenrir looked around Brutus was lying down in human form, his head facing Remus staring at him with alert eyes while Remus just stared on apprehensively. The cubs on the other hand were both still sleeping from their little adventure the night before; they were both snuggled into the warmth of their Alpha's warm coat since he had slept in wolf form.
Nodding to Brutus allowing him to sleep for a while, he spread his senses out as far as they would go so he was aware of everything going on around him at all times. He expected the order to be coming up soon since he could hear low voices in the distance, but nothing that suggested that they would be doing anything immediately.
His ears caught the noise of stumbling, he sniffed the air and his eyes landed on Remus's naked form, who was trying to pull itself into a comfortable sitting position without touching any of the deadly silver within the room.
Smirking to himself Fenrir stood, making sure not to disturb the cubs, and pressed his ears to his head raising his hackles at Remus who now stood whimpering before him. He looked the naked man over, not in the least interested in any of the injuries adorning his lithe form. With another growl he transformed into his human form, causing a pitiful whimper from Remus, he stood proudly in front of the smaller male, naked as the day he was born. Fenrir snarled at the weakness his Childe was showing, his eyes finished examining Remus and landed on his amber eyes which pointed down in submission to his Alpha.
Smirking Fenrir let out a gruff laugh. "What do they think you can do in here with us, intimidate us maybe?" Fenrir finished laughing. "Your nothing but a scared pup, Potter's pet dog, do they expect you to be able to do anything I forbid you from, or do they forget I am your sire, you are mine to control." Fenrir snarled baring his teeth.
"You maybe my Sire but your not my Alpha, I follow nobody, besides you're the one locked in a silver cage not I." Remus snarled eyes still facing the ground were they should be, but Fenrir had not missed the slight flinch from Remus.
"You're wrong Remus you are and always have been my property, my childe, and are as much a prisoner in this house as we." Fenrir laughed, sounding oddly like a bark.
"You're wrong they wouldn't do that they are my family. I was placed in here for the transformation and as punishment for warning Your pack of the Orders attack." Remus spat taking a step forward in defiance raising his eyes slightly to meet Fenrir's.
"Come here Remus." Fenrir growled, it was not a question. Without hesitation Remus stepped forward until he was within arms reach of Fenrir and was now visibly shaking.
Fenrir listened carefully to the noises from around, the soft snores from his brother and the growls from the cubs were the closest but in the distance the noise of the order had become a little louder as if they were slowly moving closer.
He reached out his hand finding Remus's flesh; he pressed his cold hand to a large gruesome scar along his shoulder earning a gasp from Remus in surprise. The Alpha traced the scar one more time, Remus knees buckling underneath him, and then removed his hand smirking evilly at the younger werewolf.
"I told you, you are mine to control, and your body and mind recognize me as its superior, its Alpha. Your wolf knows this, which is why you still can't meet my eyes, because you are where you belong in submission to me." He laughed cruelly. "Even these bars can't stop that."
Remus stumbled back, deep down he knew it was true but didn't want to listen in fear of convincing himself that Fenrir was right, that was the only place he would truly be accepted was among other werewolves under his Alpha's orders. The cold bark like laugh dragged him from his thoughts and continued talking before Remus could get a word in.
"You're so terrified of being a werewolf, your destroying yourself from the inside. Putting yourself through pain and misery of a transformation that could be relatively painless, all for the happiness of the same people who locked you in a room filled with the only known substance lethal to our kind, and a known murderer. You're pathetic, lowering yourself to serve the human scum, and still you try to defend them." He said calmly,
Looking at Remus who was looking anywhere but at Fenrir knowing what he said to be true.
"You try so hard to fit in and be just like them, but you never will. You are not a human, and haven't been for a very long time, yet you let delusional dreams cloud your better judgment and serve and protect the very humans that degrade and humiliate you for simply being what you are." Fenrir said finally sitting down and settling into silence.
They stared at each other intensely, both stiffening at the noise of the Order slowly walking up the stairs to their room. Fenrir nudged his brother and cubs awake quietly so they could be prepared for the Order's entry. Brutus stood by Fenrir's side both Cubs sitting underneath their respective father/ guardian. With one last look at Remus Fenrir spoke his last words to the younger werewolf.
"I will not let your idiotic masters harm my pack mutt, and I will kill any who try, so stay out of my way." He said in a deadly whisper through the bars before he transformed into wolf form before the order burst through the door.
The order looked at the seen inquisitively, the four caged werewolves were awake only one in human form, though not one of the three were attacking him. They two largest were sitting calmly looking at the Order with fury blazing in their eyes, while the cubs pressed themselves as far into the cage as they could without touching the silver. Sirius looked around the room for Remus and found him in the far corner sitting naked with a blank look on his face, new scars visible after coming in contact with the silver. His skin had a reddish tinge from all the burns his werewolf blood was trying to heal.
With another glance around the room completely disregarding his best friends condition his eyes landing on the smirking figure of Mad eye moody who was looking satisfied seeing the deep scars on the two males' backs from when they were thrown into the cages unconscious.
Sirius walked forward towards the caged werewolves and looked at them with disgust he lifted his wand in front of himself as he stood two foot away from the locked door of the cage.
"Do you think we should take the kids, give them a chance at a proper life?" Sirius asked looking down on the cubs a flicker of pity passing through his silver eyes.
Fenrir stepped over Amelia who was crouched underneath him ears pressed against her head and tail between her legs whining, he was snarling and snapping at Sirius who took a step back.
Brutus had picked Eris up in his arms holding her small fluffy body close to his bare chest while growling at the Order. Eris was whining.
"You won't be able to get anywhere near them like that, and even if you did they wouldn't live long." Remus's weak voice piped in from the corner, the order looked to the other werewolves for confirmation and received a smirk from Brutus.
"And why wouldn't they live, they would be in more capable hands here than with them." Harry spat pointing towards the werewolves in the cage.
"They are simply too young to be away from their parents, and Hermione would never come back knowing you killed two young cubs from her pack, one which I'm sure is her own." Remus said calmly but weakly. "Though I could be wrong about the cub being Hermione's though her scent is all over it."
"Hermione has a child, a werewolf child." Kingsley spluttered looking aghast.
"I didn't say her child, I said her cub." Remus finished.
All this while the Order had ignored the caged werewolves who were looking on amused at the site of the humans squabbling with each other. When the attention was back on them Fenrir growled threateningly at Kinglsey who took a step forward towards him wand raised.
Kingsley sent a stinging hex towards him causing him no pain since it bounced off his coat, and back at the Auror. Then he accio'd a silver whip and lashed it at Fenrir who growled when the silver came in contact with his fur cutting him, but Fenrir stood strong over Amelia not budging an inch. Kingley moved forward again this time ignoring the growls he was receiving he looked closely at Amelia and Eris and then back at the Order with a look of confusion on his face.
"Are the cubs male or female?" He asked the order aloud. "If they're males we can raise them away from their pack but if not we cant, we'll have to just kill them I don't want anymore werewolves running around reproducing." Kingsley said in his deep gruff voice.
Fenrir felt Amelia move to stand underneath him and sniggered, he knew she understood every word he had said and didn't like being referred to as a boy when she as clearly a girl.
Fenrir loosened his hold on her giving the cub some freedom, since he wanted to see what she would do; he was surprised when she slashed the man's arm while he was talking to the rest of the order. He grabbed her in his teeth, pulling the snarling cub away from the bars and back underneath him for safety.
Kingsley cursed as he felt the sharp pain in his arm followed by a small bark and growl; he turned to see Fenrir tucking the cub back underneath him with a smirk on his face.
Grabbing his arm he looked at his blood covered hand and cursed again causing laughter from Brutus and a quiet laugh from Remus.
Sirius rounded on Brutus wand still raised; he advanced on the werewolf now only the bars separated them from each other.
"Do you find something funny, because he could kill that cub for what it did?" Sirius snarled and Harry nodded in agreement.
"SHE didn't like her gender being questioned by a bunch of clueless humans so she done what was necessary to her, but you should have known what she was black being a dog animagus you could easily tell she was female so it is your own fault." Brutus said laughing at them.
"So it is a female then, so what's yours." Harry asked.
"Not that it's any of your business potter but my daughter." He said.
Remus looked around at the group in front of him, his supposed friends and family and what they were doing. They were standing wands raised at four relatively un armed werewolves, two of which could cause as much damage as a puppy since they were technically pups, another with no way of defending himself apart from his fists and the last had only his wolf form to protect him.
Remus was feeling awfully uncomfortable with the ay the situation was playing out in front of them, they were only supposed to hold the werewolves until Hermione got here to try and get them out and send the others off to the ministry to be dealt with properly.
Listening carefully Remus was careful to catch every word of there plans so he would not be left out. The order were huddled together discussing weather to take the pups or not, but they finally decided that death was the better option so they could avoid a situation like this in the future.
"So we kill them then." Remus heard Black ask.
"Yeah they don't have any use to us other than luring Hermione home." Mad eye growled with a nod.
"So we can have a little fun with them before hand." Kingsley whispered.
"Yeah we can have revenge for Tonks even though Herm's killed her, she was under Greybacks orders, it wasn't her fault." Harry said with a sad enthusiasm. "What will we do with Remus, he disobeyed orders, but I don't want to hurt him anymore he looks a wreck." Harry whispered to Sirius.
"Make him watch maybe then he will realize that disobeying orders is not an option for someone in his current position." Mad eye growled threateningly, his magical eyes swerving into the back of his head watching the un caged werewolf carefully for any sudden movements.
The Fenrir and Brutus were watching the whole display with amusement, 'have they not realized that we can hear everything that their saying, even the mutt can hear.' Fenrir thought laughing.
Brutus took a glance over at Remus and noticed the other man had stiffened considerably towards his former relaxed posture. Remus's back was straight eyes staring straight at the order, praying what he heard was not true but the vicious glee in their eyes proved him wrong, they were actually going to force him to watch two helpless cubs be tortured for their amusement.
'Their no better than the Death Eaters.' He thought.
Remus was beyond pissed now, but he no longer had the energy to move, his earlier transformation had taken allot out of him and combine that with the confrontation with Fenrir earlier he was in no position to do anything, but he planned on helping them anyway he could and once they were out of here, so was he.
Watching helplessly the order advanced on the confined werewolves whips of silver held high.
Fenrir was getting annoyed with them talking about everything, if they were going to do something he wanted them to do it now and get it over with and not drag it out. He was worried about his brother the most, who was in human form, and the silver would affect him more than it would Fenrir since the human skin was so sensitive. The cubs would be okay if they stayed out of the orders reach and underneath their parents.
Fenrir was brought out of his angry musings by a small whine from underneath him, he looked down to see Amelia looking up at him with big puppy dog eyes she looked so sad and scared, and it scared him to see her like that. Not even after facing a pack of wolves was she scared, she was now lying on her belly whining, trying to get his attention. He bent down so his muzzle was close to hers, and she tilted her head upwards nuzzling her Alpha's face in a gesture to say she was sorry, he simply licked her face with his large tongue and growled softly to her trying to get her to calm down and tell her everything would be ok. Finally after calming the pup down she pushed herself further back underneath the large male, trying to hide herself from view while resting her head on Fenrir's forepaw.
They were both brought back to attention as the order advanced on them wands raised in one had and the lethal whips in the second. Harry stepped forward first and cracked the whip to test it out; the result was a yelp from Brutus who fell to his knees making sure to hide Eris underneath him and out of reach of the deadly whip. Brutus was bleeding heavily from the back, from the deep lacerations that the whip had been causing.
Kingsley and Sirius had joined in with punishing the werewolves and had ignored Remus's protests about it being un-deserved punishment and had been forced to watch his sire and beta being beaten for sick perversion. No matter how much Remus hated Fenrir and the pack, he was still his sire and that would never change, but there was nothing he could do at that moment.
He was thinking of how the young pup had attacked Kingsley, he couldn't help but laugh at her indignation, for someone so young she was feisty. A loud high pitched yelp had caught him off guard and he looked over at the torture session he was trying to ignore, Fenrir's stubborn little cub had taken a crack across her side with the whip and Fenrir was not one bit happy.
He was trying to protect her and attack them at the same time, but the whips kept lashing them, leaving him on the defensive. When Harry cracked the whip at Amelia again Fenrir grabbed the whip in his teeth ignoring the burning pain shooting through his jaw and yanked on the whip making Harry stumble forward and fall in front of the cage.
Brutus caught him around the neck, pulling him close to the bars Fenrir dropped the whip and it fell outside of the cage and he clamped one of his claws in Harry's arm and the other was across his chest just above his heart.
Fenrir looked at his brother as the order stopped with the whips, and looked on as Harry lay in the hands of two werewolves, who were out for someone's blood.
Fenrir transformed most of his body excluding his hands into human form and hell Harry tighter to the bars careful to avoid the silver. He looked at the order and sneered at them as blood dripped onto Harry from himself, he looked down at his own body making sure to tighten his grip and grimaced his skin looked as if it was peeling in certain places since he took the brunt of the order's attacks.
Releasing one hand from Harry he concentrated and wordlessly summoned Harry's fallen wand and unlocked the cage door and stepped out gingerly, claws dripping with blood as they began to pierce his neck. Fenrir stepped forward to the order, which were aiming wands at his hearth but hadn't made a move in fear of hitting Harry.
Smiling sickly Fenrir waited for the rest of his companions to leave the cage and flung Harry head first into the cage much like they were and he lost consciousness as his head came in contact with the bars. Taking advantage of the Order's momentary shock, he accio'd their wands to himself getting all but one, not that it mattered since it was Remus's and he wouldn't do anything as he was feigning un-consciousness. Transforming again Fenrir lunged at the Sirius who had also transformed into his dog form, while they were fighting Kingsley and mad eye tried to distract Fenrir long enough to get Harry and Sirius, they weren't bothered with Remus since he didn't seem to be on the receiving end of the attack, he just looked at them bored.
Kingsley sneered at Remus, shouting for him to get up and fight, to do something to help since he was the only one on their side who even mildly matched the strength of Fenrir.
"Do something, don't just stand there mutt. Help!" Kingsley shouted.
Remus stood up stumbling slightly for the umpteenth time that night; he looked between them, since he had been sitting between them on the ground. Both sides were against him but he knew he couldn't do anything at all, looking at Fenrir and Brutus questioningly, Fenrir growled deeply at him and Remus simply nodded and stepped aside eyes still downcast.
"What are you doing, don't stand by him." Moody spat from beside Sirius who was limping over to him.
"What do you expect me to be able to do?" He asked quietly. "I can't touch him even if I wanted to." Remus spat at them glaring for a fraction of a second at Fenrir who snarled at him causing Remus to whimper pitifully.
"I forgot he's your sire." Sirius said with dawning comprehension, as he looked at the werewolves then Remus.
"What are you talking about Black?" Kingsley spat but was cut off by Brutus growling.
"Fenrir is your little pets sire, therefore belongs to Fenrir. He can do with whatever he pleases with him even order him to kill himself and it must be done. According to Our law, no Childe can harm the sire without causing them pain as well as death." Brutus said smiling. "Your pet is useless." He spat.
"What about you." Sirius spat. "You're not taking orders." He noticed.
"Fenrir is my Alpha and my Brother, we were born werewolves not sired. I have no master unlike that excuse for a mutt." He snarled pointing at Remus who kept his eyes down. "Now enough chit chat, I'm hungry." He said with a vicious glint advancing on the order with Fenrir.
Kingsley, Sirius and Moody slowly backed out of the room locking it behind them and locking the werewolves inside so that they were loose in the room. They needed to make a plan to get Harry out alive before they killed him, or worse bit him.
Back inside the room the werewolves were planning their escape from the house and while their magic was little to none they could still perform simple spells in their weakened condition. Fenrir was lying down in wolf form warn out, Amelia crawled up to him placing one of her small paws on his nose, she licked away a drop of blood falling from the cut across his muzzle, and tried to clean up her alpha's wounds across his face.
Eris was asleep in her dads lap looking like a cute little ball of fluff in his human arms, he was stroking the spot between her ears, and soothing her making sure she slept for the rest of the evening. He knew she was terribly hungry but there was nothing he could give her at all in this room and was determined to keep her close so that she didn't touch any of the silver adorning the walls.
Looking over at Fenrir he smiled at the sight before him, Fenrir was cleaning Amelia's wounds from the whip, while scolding her for taking a lash for him since it could have really hurt her.
He had never seen his brother let down his guard this much not even for his pack, which he had known most of since they were cubs themselves, the only other person to get that close to him was Hermione for obvious reasons, she was his mate after all.
Fenrir's tongue dragged over a particular deep part of the cut and the cub yelped with pain and tried to move away, Fenrir growled menacingly at her but she ignored him and kept trying to move. He dragged her back and placed her on her side holding her down with one of his large paws while he licked the rest of her wounds clean so they didn't become infected.
When he finished and lifted his paw off of her sore body, she jumped straight up glaring at him with as much hate as she could gather. Fenrir looked at her, she stood facing him eyes staring into his in challenge, and he seriously pitied any male that ended up with her as a mate since she was definitely going to dominate the relationship.
Sighing he stood up and grabbed her in his teeth ignoring all protests and growls coming from the young cub, he couldn't wait until the next moon when she would be back in her human form, it would be the best time of his life, since she would be easier to handle.
He trotted over to his brother who was staring at him questioningly; Fenrir ignored the looks and dumped the pup beside his brother letting her fall to the ground lightly before turning tail and walking back over to where he had been resting previously. He heard his brother chuckling at his retreating back and snarled in response shutting him up, but he still had a large smile on his face.
While he was walking back his eyes landed on Remus near the cage, he was trying to wake Harry to make sure he was ok, but he wasn't getting any response from the young man.
Seeing Remus sigh and just give up on the boy he sneered at the other werewolf, he was now regretting not killing Remus when they found him in the clearing in the middle of the woods.
Lying down he kept his eyes locked on his childe watching every move he made making sure he was not about to make any sudden moves
Hermione and her pack disappeared out of the alley and moved quickly down the streets of Diagon Alley and away from the wounded Draco aparating out of there before someone else seen them an caused another scene.
When they arrived at the large clearing Hermione looked around to make sure everyone was with her that had left with her. She then dismissed her four companions, waving away their questions about what had happened back in the alley and why she hadn't killed him.
Walking over to Nali, she asked how the pack was and if there were any problems. Nali told her that they had barely moved since she had left apart from getting water; even the cubs were not as joyful as usual.
"When are you leaving to get them?" Nali asked her eyes filling with tears.
"As soon as I get some things sorted out I will be leaving tomorrow night and should be back the day after. I want to move the pack to a safer location first and we'll be leaving tonight." Hermione said her voice distant, she missed them as much as the rest of the pack, but she needed to take care of everyone else first.
Nali looked at Hermione in admiration, how could she be so strong when her mate was missing and could be killed at any moment, she stopped staring when she seen Hermione raise an eyebrow in question before calling out a name.
"Binky" Hermione called into the empty space in front of her smirking at Nali's confused face.
"Mistress Hermione" a small elf said, as it popped out of thin air.
"Ravenclaw manner, we'll be having permanent guests, could you get it ready we'll be there later." Hermione sighing, she never wanted to live in the manner it was too big for just herself, but now with the pack it would be the best choice.
"You're moving the pack?" Robustus asked curiously. "Where to?"
"A small island on the outskirts of the British isles, nobody but myself and Gringotts knows of its existence we will be safe there." Hermione stated looking around at her pack.
They had all gathered around her listening intently to the conversation now, they had not moved in a while and it would be difficult to move so many without people noticing anything. If the ministry or the Order found out they were on the move there would definitely be another attack on the pack and they couldn't handle that, four were already missing.
"When are we leaving?" Raphael asked from the back of the crowd.
"Tonight."
"What about Greyback, Brutus and the cubs." Geoffrey asked, voicing the question that was running through all their minds since they went missing.
Hermione turned to Geoffrey and snarled at him, he turned his eyes down to the ground and backed away whimpering. She turned back to the pack and seen their eyes on her, she spoke in a low dangerous voice barely above a whisper knowing they could hear every word perfectly.
"This pack is my first concern and always will be, when I know you are safe then I will turn my attention to Fenrir and the other's missing. I know exactly where they are, I know who has them and I will be leaving tomorrow night with the four who accompanied me tonight, until then Fenrir and Brutus are big boys and can take care of themselves." She barked at them and they scattered across the clearing.
Hermione was getting agitated, the order would pay for what they done, first they kill some of her pack then kidnap four other's all because she refused to go with them. She transformed into her wolf form and ran head long into the forest; she needed time alone to think about her plan of action for after she moved the pack.
Hours later night had already fallen and nobody had seen the Alpha in sight, she had just disappeared completely. The younger cubs were moving around excitedly waiting on their Alpha's return so they could make the big move and then it was only a few hours before their missing pack mates were returned to them.
Te pack had no doubt that she would bring them back , or that Fenrir and Brutus could not take care of themselves, they just thought she would leave straight away running head first into a battle just like her ex best friend Potter.
A loud howl was heard throughout the clearing and they knew it was their Alpha calling to them, they gathered up anything that they might need and began moving to where the howl was coming from. After ten minutes of trekking through the woods, they came across Hermione sitting on a large boulder, her white coat shinning in the moonlight she looked so gentle and majestic as if she would never hurt a fly. They all knew that was false, many of them being on the receiving end of her anger once or twice before and sported scars to prove it.
Hermione jumped down off the boulder and in one fluid motion transformed into her human form, she stared around at the pack counting each of their heads making sure that each and every one was here. When she was done she nodded to herself, he face set in a blank mask, none of them knew if she was still angry or if she had calmed down it was all a matter of waiting now.
"These are portkey's, their illegally made and untraceable there are eight of them, roughly ten to each one and hold on tight to a part of it and don't let go until you touch ground again." Hermione growled pointing to the eight pieces of rubbish lying on the ground in front of her.
"Now move." She spat.
The pack began moving to each of the portkey's and grabbed hold, in a flash of light the pack was gone from the clearing the only sign they had been there were the foot prints.
She still had one special portkey left for herself and the wolves, she had not forgotten about them, and knew they would need help getting there using a portkey.
Walking over to the remaining wolves she carefully told them exactly what they had to do and to make sure they don't let go no matter what, until they reach solid land. She waited for them to nod and pulled out a large branch from behind her for the wolves to hold onto with their jaws, when everyone was attached she waited for the portkey to transport her and the wolves to Ravenclaw manner. She felt the familiar pull around the navel and they were gone, a few seconds later after a sickening ride they landed beside the pack. The wolves stumbled getting up from the ground, while Hermione was still standing since she was used to portkey's.
The loud whispering that had enveloped the pack stopped at the site of Hermione, they were all nervous and in un familiar territory who knew what type of creature lived here.
They all looked toward Hermione waiting for her lead, when she said nothing and just started walking; they dutifully followed her to the peak of a small hill over looking a beautiful valley.
The werewolves and wolves alike were shocked having not seen something this beautiful in a long time having bin surrounded by war and destruction.
Surveying the surrounding terrain their eyes landed on a beautiful manner near the entrance of the valley about a mile away from where they were currently standing.
"Is that were we will be living." Nali asked Hermione from beside her.
"Yes this is my manner, in fact the whole island belongs to me, and you will live here except on full moons where you will move to the valley, more room there." Hermione explained carefully.
They continued walking and found themselves outside the four story manner, there were no walls or gates surrounding the house just open fields and a wild forest near the back of the house.
The Manner was beautiful, it was made of pure white stone with large pillars near the entrance, it looked as if it hadn't been touched in centuries, but only Hermione knew it hadn't.
She stepped forward with attentive steps and pushed the double doors open; she looked around the room and marveled in the gasps sounding around her pack.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw Manner."
AN:And that's the end of that chapter hope you enjoy reading it because I enjoyed writing it.
Again this chapter was rushed since I have other updates to complete but I will fix any problems later should they arise.
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