Another long chapter for my loyal readers! We are closing in on the end, and as of right now I have no inclination to create a sequel. Depending on how things turn out via my writing, I am foreseeing anywhere between two and three more chapters, including epilogue. It has been truly been a pleasure, writing this story for two years, however all good things must come to an and. Thank you all for those who have been following from the beginning. I have gone through so many changes in my life since this started, and I believe that this has been reflected in my writing. I ended my engagement to my fiance because of his abuse and violence, I graduate with an undergraduate degree, I got offered a place in a top notch graduate program and now I am living in Atlanta working at an art school and wondering about what will come next. Please check out my other stories, and I also have a fictionpress account as well as a blog if you would like to follow those. The blog is MadHatterandTea on wordpress.

Well, enjoy and I tip my hat to you all, for without you my writing would be meaningless.

Hotch wasn't exactly sure what he was seeing or more importantly what he was experiencing. He was pulled into the bowl and a brief self-analysis seemed to confirm that he was not having a psychotic break. That fact solidified that what he was seeing, was real.

He was in a bathroom, an old an expensive looking bathroom. It had marble floors and old fixtures that were kept of nicely. A series of stalls lined one of the walls, and the lack of urinals suggested that this was a girl's restroom. Sniffling caught his attention and Hotch moved towards one of the stalls cautiously. He reached for his gun and slowly released it into his hand. You never knew what you would find in these situations.

Putting up a hand to push the door open, Hotch found that he, instead, went through the door and into the stall of a tiny girl with a huge mop of mousy brown hair. She was wearing some kind of odd school uniform and was crying in earnest.

"Are you alright?" Hotch asked cautiously as he leaned down towards her. The supervisory special agent's hand went through her shoulder this time and the girl made no indication that she knew he was there.

Hastily and with fear, Hotchner backed out of the stall and looked around with feverish fear. "Hello?" He called wishing for any answer at all. "Is anyone there?"

There was a biological sound coming from the hall. He doubted that it was human, but Hotch also could not place the source, he had never heard it before. At once the doors to the washing chambers opened and Hotch's heart stopped short at the sight of what he could only fanatically describe as a troll.

It attacked the girl several times, and Hotch was powerless to stop the attack. The girl screamed and at once two boys entered the bathroom ready to do battle with the beast.

"Hermione!" Hotch's head whipped around to star first at the two boys and then at the girl. There was only one person that he knew with such a name. A closer look discerned the fact that the young girl as indeed Reid's partner.

Hotch grabbed his head in confusion and wished for this to end. The scene changed rapidly and he once again seemed to find himself in a memory.

"Well, isn't it Scarhead and his little friend the Weasel, and the Mudblood." A boy, blond hair, slight build. Hotch noticed the clear signs of wealth, and upon closer observation, abuse. Some children, when abused, turn to idolizing their attacker, in order to make the pain and experiences more bearable. As the conversation progressed Hotch grew firmer in his belief that the child was putting up a brave front. Still, it his words were cruel.

"Take it back, Malfoy." It was Hermione and she whipped out something? A wand? It must be, and a frown tugged at Hotch's lips. She put the wand away eventually and settled for decking the boy.

Hotch willed the scene to change, much as he had the last time, but with more control. This scene was vastly different. It was Hermione being tortured on the floor of an esteemed and glowing mansion. Hotch could recognize old power and wealth when he saw it. Hermione's arm was being carved into by a mad women. Taking a step closer, Hotch's stomach began to rot. It read 'Mudblood'.

Stumbling back he again willed the scene to change. He saw scene after scene, one such one where Hermione killed her previous attacker.

Hermione sat at a bar with friends when a circle of light first appeared on her ankle, then again on her thigh, before finally resting close to her hands. She glanced up discretely and Hotch looked with her to see, in his surprise, that it was Spencer flashing a pocket mirror.

So, he had finally reached close to the present? Through watching the images, Hotch surmised that these were memories. He watched their beginning actions and turned around to look through the bar, feeling awkward at watching their private moment. Something or rather, someone caught his eye. In the back corner of the bar, Evan sat nursing a small glass of hard liquor. He was watching the two seated at the bar with unadulterated hatred and lust.

When Hermione got up to leave, Evan quickly followed her. He had closed the tab already, Hotch concluded. Which meant that Evan had always intended on following Hermione out of the bar. Hotch followed behind the two and watched as Evan got waylaid by two female coeds. Hotch walked a bit further and watch Hermione disappear with a snap that sounded like a car backfiring- or even a gunshot. Evan turned up a few minutes later and cursed. The young man lost his composure and punched the brick wall of the building.

"I will have her." He murmured darkly before heading back into the bar. Hotch followed him and watched. He felt sick to his stomach as Evan now turned his focus to Reid. It was only when one of the team came over and collected Reid for the night that Hotch felt better. Reid probably had no clue; nobody had any clue, how close the young genius had come to his own demise.

Evan had fooled all of them for so long. That fact alone made Hotch angry. He had felt for the youth, his sister had been murdered and now people in his community were being attacked. He seemed helpless. The next memory had Hermione sitting in her office. She was sitting at her desk and Hotch wandered over. Hermione was tracing a finger along a line of text in a foreign language, Ancient Greek, if he wasn't mistake, and then she would stop and reference it with another book in the same language. This continued for a while until she made a frustrated noise.

She stood from her desk and tugged down her skirt before smoothing down her shirt. It was a golden saffron colour and Hotch was immediately struck as to what this memory was leading up to. He immediately felt uncomfortable, but could not stop watching as she went over to her bookcase and reach for a book.

She had been struggling for some time before Hotch's breath stilled in his chest as Reid entered the room. The young profiler didn't hesitate before immediately going over to help. Their bodies pressed together for a moment, and only a fool would not see the physical and mental reaction. Reid stepped back as though someone had hit him and held out the book for the young lady. Hermione slowly turned around to face him, she looked small- like a cornered animal. Hotch noted how her hands pressed behind her to the bookshelf, needing something to hold on to.

Hotch, from watching all the memories knew a great deal about Hermione. He knew that she had suffered greatly at the hands of romance. Her feelings emotions had been played with for well over a decade by a man who just used her in order to get his rocks off. He knew that she was scared, just as he knew that Reid was the perfect person for her.

Reid dropped the book onto a chair and took a step towards Hermione once, twice before reaching forward hesitantly and cupping the flushed face. Without further thought Reid leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Hermione's lips. The moment was sweet until Reid had the most unReidlike response.

Try as he might, Hotch could not look away Reid captured her lips again and again, growing more and more bold and needy. Passionate. They were pulling and tugging at each other's clothing as though a dam had been opened. And, in a way, it had been.

Hotch finally was able glance away and when he did his heart all but stopped beating in his chest. There in the doorway, Hotch met the unseeing, but murderous gaze of Evan. He looked at the couple and took a step towards them. He seemed to think better of the idea and Hotch let a breath go. Reid still had his gun on him, and Hermione, he now knew, was fully capable of protecting herself.

Evan slipped away as quietly as he could, not that the couple noticed in the least, and Hotch moved to stand in the doorway so he could watch the couple and their killer. Evan slammed a door to a classroom shut before running through another set of doors and most likely down the flight of stairs that Hotch knew were there. The couple jumped apart.

They stepped back from each other in silence and stared. Hotch took in mutually bruised lips, mussed clothing, and though they didn't know it- glowing luck for their lives. Reid, he noted, had more social confidence at that moment than he would usually have seen in the doctor. Their attraction, even at the beginning of their relationship was at an incredible level. He could see why Reid would want to marry her after three short months.

"That was." Hermione started, and Hotch could see how she was struggling with herself, her past, and the current situation.

"Intense." Reid finished.

They began to help each other straighten their appearance and the whole in Hotch's chest left by Haley's death squeezed painfully. Their actions were so domestic; frankly he was envious of them.

She led him on a tour of the building, which ended with a trip and a fall into an alcove at the bottom of a tiered classroom. Hotch knew what was coming the incident with the unsub, what he had forgotten was the sexual encounter they all knew had happened. He was reminded when the two gave into their sexual urges and began to attack each other in earnest.

Hotch was once again drawn into watching them participate in truly uncharacteristic behavior. He knew that they were sexually active with each other, but watching it occur when they first met made them seem like they began their relationship with a one-night stand. As Reid ejaculated into his pants, Hotch felt truly bad for the younger man. His obvious distress and shame was crippling.

Hermione soothed him in what some would consider a mothering manner, however Hotch perceived it differently. She held no judgment for his coworker, only understanding. If Haley had been half as understanding at any part of their relationship, maybe she wouldn't have cheated and maybe they would have never divorced, maybe she would still be alive.

His eyebrows shot into his hairline when Reid not only offered to reciprocate the sexual favour, but also moved to do so. That took an incredible amount of social courage, and Hotch silently, awkwardly, commended the doctor. This was truly a moment for his psychosocial development, especially after the personal conflict and crisis that was premature ejaculation.

They began slowly, Reid obviously nervous but willing and Hotch was preparing to fast-forward the memory when the door burst open and Evan appeared, hidden as he was in his disguise and dragging a body.

It was then that Hotch had a horrible and sick realization. Evan had followed them, or at least knew where the two were. He killed that girl and placed it there as a sign that he disapproved of their relationship. The former prosecutor watched the exchanged and followed Hermione, as it was her memory, as she chased down the killer.

That means that the necklace that was on the girl was meant for Reid. This had been a direct attempt on Reid's life. It was no accident. Evan knew that Reid would have to stay with the body because of the evidence chain in command; he would know that from his studies in politics and political studies. He was evening focusing in the judicial system. He was banking on Hermione chasing him, in order to give Reid the opportunity to find the necklace and die. It was risky, but effective.

Hotch and Hermione had caught up with Evan and she commanded in to stop much in a way that he would have. They spoke and Hotch could see that Hermione was struggling with the situation. When Evan used the word 'slut' to describe the victim, he knew that the student was truly referring to Hermione and her sexual encounters with Reid.

Hermione ran back to Reid her fear and panic plain to see. Hotch watched as Hermione managed to heal Reid as her composure broke and she began to sob. It was then that Hotch came face to face with his past self and the memory began to fade away. The next scene showed Hermione racing away from the Memorial Union.

This was it; this was when she was attacked. Hotched watched the whole scene feeling sick to his stomach. He had no idea how she had survived, it looked like she hadn't until her hand had thrust itself up from under her snowy grave. Hotch pushed forward, trying to see more memories, however it seemed as though there were no more. There had only been three since meeting Reid: their first meeting, their first sexual encounter, and then finally her attack. This had been what they had been watching; this was why the two had been crying.

The bowl dropping from Hotch's numb fingers and he felt his face. It was covered in a cold sweat and his found himself shivering. All this time, Hermione had been hiding a great secret. He understood. One of the memories mentioned a 'Statute of Secrecy' that all magical people were required to follow. He wasn't a fool. She was still a victim.

Now, more than ever he saw how close to death she had come, not only her- but Reid as well. Evan had been stalking them. The two had come so close to death it was astonishing. Evan had been there, like a dark shadowy figure in the corner or just beyond the window.

Hotch took a moment compose himself before rushing down the stairs. Coming into the living room he glanced around at his coworkers who were, seemingly making fun of Reid losing his virginity to Hermione.

"Where are they?" He asked them. He needed to speak to them. The magic non-withstanding, Reid's theory had been correct and they were in more danger than the two could have ever known. He was directed to the bathroom off the kitchen and Hotch wasted no time opening the door and shoving himself inside.

"We need to talk."

"Hotch." Reid's voice was scandalized, and on some level Hotch couldn't blame him. The two had obviously been involved in an important conversation and now Hotch was crushed into them in the tiny sink and toilet bathroom.

"No, Reid." He glanced at Hermione. "It is Evan."

The two nodded. "We know."

"No, you don't." He said and Reid fixed him with a look.

"Why are we talking about this in a bathroom, and not with the team?"

Hotch looked directly at Hermione. "Because Hermione doesn't want the team to know about her magic. Am I right?"

Hermione studied her lover's boss. He could have gone about this conversation in many different ways; he could have exposed her or attacked her. Instead, he was here just doing his job, and further protecting her secret. She gave him a nod of thanks; it was all she could do at this point.

"What?" On the other hand Reid was a squawking mess. "How do you know? How did you find out?"

Hotch looked sheepish for a second before admitting. "I went back up to the attic and got sucked into some kind of liquid in a bowl."

"My pensieve." Hermione answered calmly and placed a hand on Reid's bicep in an attempt to cool his temper. "And you saw?"

"All of them?" Hotch answered with an uncharacteristic question. Hermione blushed prettily, there had been memories of her sexual encounters with there, from Ron and the other men she had been involved with over the years- with Spencer.

"And?" Hermione prompted as she pushed away her embarrassment.

"You're life is respectable." Hotch began slowly. "Difficult. Impressive." Hermione nodded and thanked him for the compliment. "But, I also noticed something." He glanced at Reid. "Did you ever watch the memories that you put in the Pensieve? The ones involving Reid?"

Hermione shook her head. "I haven't used it much since meeting Spencer. Only the first few days, or so."

Hotch fixed them both with a look that made each throat constrict with worry. "Evan was there. He was at the bar when you first met." He squared a look at Hermione. "He tried to follow you to your car, but you disappeared before he could get to you. He went back in the bar to get Reid, but we took him home in a group." Hermione's hand left Reid's bicep trailed down the arm until their two hands clasped tightly at this unsettling news.

"He was there again when you two," a blush stained Hotch's cheeks. "When you two were sexually occupied in your office. He was the one who slammed the door in the hallway." Hotch stared down at his hands, adding up the facts. "He killed that girl to ruin your evening, it was a trap to kill Reid. I don't know for certain, but I am fairly sure that Evan put the necklace on the girl in order to assassinate Reid."

Reid and Hotch locked eyes. "He knew that you would have to stay with the body. He was counting on it."

"I'm willing to bet that he's been there other times. Following us." Hermione murmured thinking. They didn't need more evidence, what they needed was to find Evan and stop him.

The three exited the bathroom and Hermione halted as she felt a hand on her arm. Her eyes met the surprisingly warm black orbs of Hotch. "I won't tell them." He murmured to her, reassuringly.

Hermione nodded. "I know, and you know why I have to hide who I am."

Hotch nodded and then glanced at Reid. "I believe that I already know the answer to this, but does Reid know?"

"Of course." Hermione answered. They shared another look before heading back into the living room. The team discussed the case overall, leaving the penseive out of the conversation. Hermione spent her time pouring over maps of the campus, and thinking before something clicked. She glanced at the clock. It was close to eleven at night.

"Bearfest." She murmured, still unsure of her thoughts. The scenario ran over and over in her brain before she believed completely in her analysis. She left the kitchen where she had been working in independent silence and entered the large think tank that was the BAU.

"Bearfest." Hermione and Reid said once they made eye contact. The rest of the group mad a questioning noise.

"Bearfest is a very important campus fundraising event. It is like Relay for Life, but in dance form." The group nodded. "And it is happening right now?"

Hermione gave a confirmation and in a flurry of movement the team went for the vehicles. Hermione joined them, though she had a different mission. While the BAU went for their killer, Hermione's job was to search out the body that was most likely already in place. The final showdown had begun, and they were not going to let Evan go.

The team arrived along with several sets of police officers to the Field House on campus. It was the older school gymnasium that now housed the basketball team, the swim and diving team, as well as track and field. It was the place where they had found the first victim, and it would be the place where they found the last.

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The team and the police officers had gone off into the shadows of the building and surrounding buildings, but that was not Hermione's plan. Instead, she dressed herself in the event's t-shirt and skinny jeans with a large orange UMaine baseball helmet. She was meant to be seen, her task was to draw attention and hopefully find the body.

This had been her idea: Bearfest was important to the community and Evan was seeking to destroy the event. By discovering the body early and preventing the disruption they would prevent Evan from getting what he craved the most: attention and fear.

She walked into the large field house and looked around. One large side was dedicated to a stage with a DJ and a dance floor. Bearfest was a dancing fundraiser. The object was to dance all night, and if you wanted to sit down you had to pay money for each minute. Everyone, however, was in good spirits and Hermione felt hers being lifted by the joy felt in the air. Yes, she would find the body.

She made her way through the crowd, smiling and greeting those who knew her until she came to the staging unit for the DJ. She was checking underneath the stage when a hand appeared in her vision.

"Come on!" Yelled the DJ and the crowd began chanting until Hermione relented and joined him on stage. The audience of University of Maine students went wild and Hermione started to dance on stage, using her turns and movements as an excuse to get a view of the room from a high vantage point. In the back of the room, Hermione noted a series of covered tables with things hidden beneath the white sheets. That would be the perfect place.

The song ended and Hermione jumped off stage to thunderous applause. Well, she was there to cause a distraction, and a distraction she had caused. Hermione spotted Evan in the crowd and talked into the earpiece and monitor that the BAU had fitted her with.

"He's here- I just saw him."

"Where?" Came Hotch's cool and collected voice. It helped Hermione keep her head; though she was a veteran at this- it was different this time. She felt uneasy very, very, uneasy and nothing could shake that feeling. Her eyes scanned the crowd again and Hermione swore softly.

"I lost him, Hotch." Her tone of voice screamed frustration.

Hotch was there again, ever cool headed and supportive. "It's all right. Keep an eye out, at least we know we're in the right place."

Hermione nodded, though she knew that he couldn't see her and began to weave her way through the crowd. She had just about reached the back table when a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She reacted before she thought about the situation.

The hand grabbing her was assaulted in return and Hermione twisted it up and away from her, forcing the person to turn with the movement or dislocate the arm. Once she turned and got a good look at her attacker Hermione released the arm with a strangled sound of shock and apology.

Tank massaged his hand and arm looking at her with a little fear, but also with definite respect. "I never knew you could do that." He told her and he looked down at himself, "especially to someone my size."

Hermione blushed. "Thank you for the compliment, I'm just sorry that it happened."

Tank shrugged. "I shouldn't have touched you. I just had been trying to get your attention, but I don't think you could hear me from over the music."

Hermione nodded as though that had been the reason she couldn't hear him. In reality she had been focusing on her mission to the point where she had heard nothing else. A rookie mistake.

"What are you doing back here?" He asked her curiously and Hermione's heart melted despite her stress at his large and cuddly appearance.

"I wanted to check out what was under these sheets." Hermione gestured to the five long tables that were covered by white sheets. There were obviously various items under the linens, judging by the bulges and recedes in the fabric.

"The prizes?" Tank questioned, looking between her and the tables.

Hermione nodded. "I am just making sure that nobody slipped anything nasty under there for us to find later."

Tank nodded solemnly. "Like a prank. I got you. Would you like help?"

A shake of the head dismissed the offer. "It will only take me a minute. You, though, have a fundraiser to continue dancing for."

Tank groaned. "But my feet hurt. Marathons like these are not meant for guys with my size."

With a grin, Hermione patted him on the shoulder while simultaneously giving the college student a shove. "Then work on that, so that next year you won't be so tired. Start now."

Tank rolled his eyes. "Slave driver." He ambled back off to the crowd, nonetheless, and Hermione held her breath. If a body was under these sheets, than she had just avoided a major issue.

Taking advantage of her authority, Hermione went through and checked under the sheets. "It doesn't make any sense." Hermione wondered to herself. There was nothing under the sheets, nothing at all that would be part of a body.

With a groan Hermione leaned her head back on her neck and cracked the appendage. She did it a second time on the other side and something made her pause. Tilting her head back up, Hermione's eyes swept over the ceiling. "Of course." She murmured.

It all made sense now, the body would be on the catwalk, ready to be pushed into the crowd.

Wasting no time, Hermione walked briskly, but otherwise inconspicuously over to a ladder leading up into a second deck of storage and climbed up into the loft. From there she climbed another ladder until she came up along side a platform that began the catwalk. Sticking out a trainer clad foot, Hermione stepped cautiously onto the suspended bridge, painfully aware of the drop she would suffer if she fell, and the crowd of students below.

As a precaution, Hermione removed her wand from her wand holster as she crept along. A sudden sound startled her and Hermione wavered in her footing. Hands grasped the guardrail and the world swam because of her fear of falling. The sound had come from a larger square storage platform. Stepping cautiously, Hermione came up to the platform and began to scan around the area that was filled with boxes and large black bags for tents. There! Hermione rushed over and stuck her wand into her waistband. It wasn't, to her surprise, a body! The girl was alive and frightened.

Looking closely, Hermione identified the girl as Marta Mrowetz, an international graduate student that was in Hermione's department. They looked very similar, earily so and that caused Hermione to pause. Raising a soft and gentle hand, Hermione grazed it through the girl's hair. It had been treated; she surmised and removed the gage from the girl's mouth to confirm.

"Behind you!" She gasped once the gag was removed and Hermione dove to the side as a knife sunk into the spot where Hermione had been kneeling. The knife also sunk deeply into Marta's thigh. The sheer volume of the music drowned her wail out and Hermione turned around to stare at Evan.

"Why are you doing this?" Hermione asked, stalling for time. She needed a plan to get Evan secured, and Marta safe. She glanced down at the abused grad student and noticed with a sick feeling that there was a noose already attached to the girl's neck. It was a change in MO. That could only mean one thing, this was the final kill and Evan wasn't planning on living through it.

"You never loved me. Always everyone else but me." Evan and the witch began to circle each other.

"I would never have a relationship with a student." Hermione replied, trying to keep him talking. She wished that she could find a way to activate her com and alert the team, however he would see that movement.

"Lies!" Evan cried. "I know you were with Regi."

Hermione shook her head. "I would never do that. He and I never had anything but a platonic student/teacher relationship."

"How did you survive?" Evan finally asked her.

Hermione shrugged. "I guess it just wasn't my time. It is yours, though." Evan lunged at her and Hermione once again dove out of the way. She grabbed for her wand, however she couldn't maintain her momentum and fell heavily, twisting her ankle. Evan was already gone running and Hermione had a choice: she could either attempt to follow him herself, or she could stay with Marta, as the girl was severely injured. It took no contest.

"I just had a confrontation with Evan." Hermione called into her com.

"Are you hurt?" Hotch's commanding voice asked, and she was relieved that it wasn't Spencer answering. She could have never handled it if he had.

Hermione shrugged. "I'm a little beat up, however I found the girl that Evan was going to kill. She's alive, however she's very injured. I need to stay with her until help can arrive. Evan has exited the catwalk area and is now going through the building from the top down.

"Got it." Came Hotch's replied and he informed her that paramedics were on the way.

Hermione sat back and waited. This was the part of the missions that she always hated, there were times where all she could do was sit and wait and pray that people were where they were supposed to be, and that everything would turn out fine.

A sound on the catwalk made Hermione glance up and she saw paramedics approaching from side that started on the third floor of the building. Looking down through the grates she saw that no student was noticing the events occurring above. Good. It was all over except for the capture, but if that was so, why did she feel so wrong?

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They had chased Evan through the various parts of the gym and they had finally cornered him, so to speak. They were in the makeshift lazer-tag arena that had been put up in the basketball court. Each member of the team had taken a different maze entrance and Spencer kept his gun up as he rounded a corner.

When he had heard over his com that Hermione had been injured, his heart started to beat uncomfortably fast. Even the thought of her being in danger brought cold sweats to his body. Spencer rounded another corner and saw no one.

A crackling of the intercom brought Spencer's attention to his shoulder. "I got him! I got him!" Morgan was yelling and then told the team of his whereabouts. Spencer lowered his gun in relief. It was over finally it was over. There was a sound behind him and Spencer turned to greet whoever it was and immediately felt a painful impact. He didn't have a chance to think before the roar in his ears took over and he was out.

Spencer awoke to found himself chained and bent over what must have been a stone table. He felt horrible and his teeth, he swept his tongue over the enabled pieces, they had at least half a day's worth of bacterial growth on them. This could only have meant that he had been captured. But by who?

The question was soon answered by the sound of a door opening and closing. Heavy footsteps mingled with a slight limp resounded on the echoing walls and floors. The person finally knelt in front of Spencer and he fought the urge to look away.

The figure before him was grotesque to say the least. Scars mingled the body, an eye was missing and the pocket where it once resided was filled with knotted scar tissue. He was dirty, Spencer noted, as though it had been a long time since the man's last shower. He reeked something awful and the young profiler sincerely wished that he could cover his nose.

A hand missing bits of the ends of his fingers brushed down Spencer's cheek. "Hello there."

Despite his appearance the man's voice was soft and mellow, though Spencer would never describe it as gentle. Almost suave, like a clever vaudeville villain.

"Hello." Spencer answered unsure of how to proceed. He needed more information before he could figure out how to exactly handle the situation.

"You're prettier than her last boyfriend." The man murmured, his hand now running through Spencer's hair.

"Who?" Spencer asked feigning ignorance.

A tight smile drew over the man's features making him appear, if possible, more hideous.

"Hermione." He paused. "Or Jane, whatever she's been calling herself recently. I will always know her as 'Mudblood' though."

"Don't call her that!" Spencer raised his voice in anger and the smile bloomed to show teeth. White, straight, teeth that were the only part of this man to be taken care of.

"I'm only calling her what she is. She's a mudblood, and that's all she'll ever be. Dating you, truly becoming even more of a traitor to all of the wizarding world. Pathetic."

Spencer chose to stay silent. Men like this one tended to monologue, and he could use that information to his advantage.

"I'll admit, I didn't know that she was tracking me at first, however, when murders started happening on her campus, I found her. Her scent, once I thought to look for it, was easily discernable. And really, it was fitting for her to come after me, after I tore her parents to pieces."

Spencer's blood ran cold. That was a story he had not heard.

"Oh, yes. Judging by your face your little girlfriend didn't tell you that she sacrificed her own parents for her friends. Running and letting me soak in their blood. If her blood wasn't so dirty I would commend her for her darkness. Her undeniable ability to commit evil."

The man continued to speak until he patted Spencer on the head and moved to exit the room.

"Wait!" Spencer called and he heard the man stop moving. "What is your name?"

There was a moment's pause before the man answered, "Greyback."

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