Everyone was gathered around the library table, waiting to hear Sirius' grand tale of survival.

"It really happened so quickly, I didn't even register it all at first." He started.

Tonks, Hermione, Fleur, Narcissa and Draco were staring at him with wide eyes, Remus, was sitting with his arms crossed, listening intently, Antonin and Thorfinn rolled their eyes but listened nonetheless.

"Bellatrix shot the killing curse at you. We saw you die." Tonks said quietly.

Shaking his head, Sirius told her, "It didn't hit any part of my body. It hit the archway. Mind you, it's an archway full of death. It's a bit unknown what really happened when the curse hit the stone. I fell backwards through the arch, was brought somewhere I still don't know where exactly it was. I then realized I still had my wand. I disapparated out of wherever the fuck I was."

Hermione cleared her throat delicately, "Why didn't you go back to 12 Grimmauld Place?"

Sirius shrugged, "Didn't think about it to be honest. At the time, I was still a wanted fugitive. Azkaban escapee." He looked at Hermione sheepishly before continuing, "Plus, Kreacher was driving me batty."

Hermione glared at the man before telling him, "Kreacher led the Hogwarts elves into battle."

Sirius' eyes widened dramatically, "Really? Why?"

Hermione smiled softly, "For Regulus."

"Regulus?" Sirius whispered. Hermione nodded solemnly.

"Not to interrupt, but was there a point to this story?" Draco yawned sleepily.

Hermione growled at the blond, "Go to bed then if the story is keeping you up."

Thorfinn had to adjust himself slightly at her growling at another man. Antonin stared at her until she met his gaze unflinching.

"Problems, kotyonok?" Antonin drawled softly.

Hermione glared at Draco before turning to Antonin, "None."

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in the scene in front of him. Dolohov, one of the most feared Death Eaters eyeing the witch before him hungrily. Rowle, the Death Eater that only acts stupid but could outsmart anyone without even trying, trying to adjust himself without anyone actually realizing what he was doing.

Sighing, Draco shook his head exasperated at the Death Eaters lusting after Hermione.

Remus, glared at the two men, who dared to stared at Hermione like she was piece of meat dangling in front of them.

Sirius, watch them all carefully, as he told his story.

"The point?" Draco yawned.

Hermione glared daggers at the blond.

A throat clearing stopped Hermione from leaping over the table to smack Draco. Instead, she glanced over and noticed Narcissa's lips pressed together but the corners were turned up slightly.

She was laughing at her son's expense, Hermione chuckled to herself.

"Miss Granger? Could you please explain how you came to be a-a-," Narcissa stuttered over the word her mouth refused to say.

"A werewolf?" Hermione questioned. Narcissa nodded. "You first."

Narcissa's face paled drastically before she sighed. "My punishment for lying to him. I'm the one that told him that your friend was dead, when he was very much alive." She took a breath, "Needless to say, he was not pleased."

Hermione nodded at the blonde woman, "Greyback, he had someone break the wards just before the full moon. I was outside, with Missy. Neither of us realized the moon was full until it was too late. He attacked me. Thorfinn and Antonin, they came out when it was happening. They, themselves were also bitten. All because Greyback wanted me." Silent tears streamed down Hermione's face as she finished.

Remus growled low in his chest. "Hermione, Greyback is a sick excuse of a man. I need you to remember that. Can you do that?"

Hermione looked at Remus, before nodding, "When have I ever forgotten anything?"

Draco laughed, "You forgot the spell to deter the Boggart."

Groaning, Hermione banged her head in the table. "I didn't. I knew it. It was the fear that stopped it from coming out."

Thorfinn snorted softly before asking, "What was your greatest fear?"

"Never you mind!" Hermione groaned into the table.

Remus chuckled, as did Sirius, who probably heard it from Harry. Narcissa looked bewildered, Tonks looked on with curiosity. Draco laughed a full belly laugh until Hermione sent a stinging hex at his face.

"What the fuck!" Draco exclaimed as he rubbed the red spot in the middle of his forehead. Hermione shrugged at him.

"Seriously, what was your greatest fear?" Thorfinn asked.

"It was McGonagall stating she failed everything." Remus stated with a smile.

Draco lost it again and laughed hysterically.

Antonin looked at the witch in question with his eyebrows raised. "Your fear was that you'd fail everything? Is everything alright in your head?"

Hermione sighed, "Yes, that was my greatest fear. At the time. As for your question about my mind, I've been told I'm mental. It's still being proven." She told him with a small shrug.

Thorfinn laughed at her response. She raised her eyes to his in a glare. He shrugged it off, unperturbed.

"Do you want to see mental, Thorfinn?" She asked the Viking wizard sweetly.

"What did you have in mind, kitten?" Thorfinn quipped.

Hermione shook her head, groaning. "You and him," she pointed to Antonin, "have serious," she looked at Sirius sharply, "shush, you two have serious problems."

Thorfinn grinned, while Antonin shrugged.

"No matter. Back to the story." Hermione stated. Draco groaned softly, before quieting under Hermione's glare. "Greyback bit us," she gestured to Thorfinn, Antonin and herself, "that night. Bill had broken the wards under duress. They had taken his wife and used her as leverage. Obviously, she was rescued, but he doesn't know that." She looked at the part-veela before telling her, "I honestly think you should stay here. For your protection. I'm pretty sure we can get word to Bill of your safety."

Fleur nodded solemnly, "Yes. I think you're right. If word could get to my 'usband, I would be forever grateful."

Draco's head popped up immediately, "I can get word to him."

Everyone whipped their gaze to him. Some in amazement, some bewildered, Hermione in suspicion.

"And just how do you plan that?" Hermione asked slowly, suspicion lacing her voice.

He pulled out a Galleon, fingering it softly, meeting her gaze.

"I have my ways."