DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!
Nightmare
Chapter 24
The door burst open.
And Fenrir Greyback stepped into the room, anger on his face.
"Get away from my mate, little brother."
Hermione's face lit up and Tyra howled happily in her head. But Romulus just chuckled, and reached behind him. Fenrir tensed as his brother did so but braced himself in the doorframe. But he growled and snarled when he saw that Romulus held a pen knife in his hand. Hermione didn't seem to register it until the blade was pressed against her jugular.
She screamed and thrashed but Romulus just held the knife closer and she stopped when Fenrir said soothing but commanding words to her.
Romulus put his chin on the juncture between her neck and shoulder and smiled wickedly at his brother. "Do you know how satisfying she is, brother?" Fenrir snarled, his canines extended and amber flashed dangerously in his eyes. "Oh, she is so...Fuck-able. I believe you described yourself as that, didn't you, my love?" he whispered the last bit in her ear and she shuddered and looked at Fenrir.
Hair was beginning to sprout from his arms and claws were starting to extend from his fingernails. Romulus just laughed and stood up, taking Hermione with him awkwardly. "You want her brother? Fetch her." he snarled, pushing her head first into a wall. She fell unconscious upon impact and fell into the bath.
Fenrir snarled, transformed fully into his wolf and charged at his brother. Romulus lunged at Fenrir and morphed in the air and tackled him.
Many scratches, howls, whines and snarls passed in just under a minute before Fenrir had his jaw around the back of Romulus' neck and twisted sharply. Not sparing another glance at his dead brother, Fenrir ran to the bath, morphed along the way and dived into the water.
Hermione was at the bottom, red spilling slowly from her head. He swam quickly to her, put his arm around her waist and pushed off from the floor. They erupted from the water and he hurriedly left the water and lay Hermione down on the floor gently. He put his fingers on her neck. No pulse.
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Fenrir panicked. No pulse. No pulse meant no heartbeat. No heartbeat meant death. He quickly tilted her head back, opened her mouth and began to push on her chest. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5...28, 29, 30." He cupped her chin and blew into her mouth steadily. He glanced at her chest and saw it inflate and then deflate. He blew again. Up and down went her chest. He began to push again. "1, 2, 3, 4-"
Hermione coughed up water and began to gasp. Fenrir quickly gathered her up into his arms and held her close.
"It's okay, mate." He whispered, a tear slipping out of his eye. "You're okay now. I've got you." he rocked her back and forth whilst she breathed deeply and slowly.
After a minute or two of stroking her hair and rocking her gently, Fenrir gathered Hermione into a carrying position, stood up slowly and carried his sleeping mate.
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Hermione awoke groggily. Her head hurts, her throat hurt, everything hurt. She put her hand to her head and felt a bandage around her cranium. She moaned in pain and closed her eyes again.
"How do you feel?" asked a deep male voice. Hermione looked over to the right side of the bed and saw Fenrir leaning back in his chair, his fingertips pressed together and a look of deep thought on his face.
"Fenrir, what's wrong?" she asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows.
He didn't answer, just folded his hands on his stomach. "I killed my brother." He said simply.
Something dropped in Hermione's stomach. Tyra rejoiced in happiness and so did a part of Hermione but she felt sorry for her mate having to kill his only family. "I'm sorry." she whispered.
Fenrir nodded, running a hand over his face. He got up from the chair and sat down next to Hermione, who sat up slowly. He held her hand. "How do you feel?"
"My head hurts - obviously - but at least one good this came out of all this. Well, two things."
"Which are?"
"Do you want the good or the best thing first?"
"Good." He asked, lying across her lap but supported himself on an elbow.
"I found my wolf side." She said, smirking.
"Really?" he asked, honestly intrigued. Different people found their wolves in different ways. Although Fenrir was born a wolf because his parents were both wolves, he only discovered his wolf side when he was 7 years old and when he fell down the stairs. He hit his head on the hard floor and was about to black out when a voice spoke in his head and told him to shout for help. That just about saved his life.
"Yeah. She's called Tyra."
"Tyra? A strange name."
"What's yours called?"
"He's called Lupus. It's Latin for 'wolf'."
"Lupus. Lupus and Tyra. Catchy." She said, running her hands up and down his forearms.
He smirked, picked up her hands and kissed them. "What's the best news?"
"Being away from you and being...Hurt...Made me realise just how much I actually feel for you."
"Feel? Not love?" he asked sadly.
"Not yet." She explained and Fenrir understood her meaning.
"Fair enough." He held her hand and looked at it for a moment before looking back. "Can I speak to Tyra for a minute?"
"Speak to...? What?"
"Let Tyra take control. Let her out. I want to talk to her for a minute."
Hermione closed her eyes and felt quite strange. Like...Like she wasn't complete. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It felt...Good. Her chocolate coloured eyes opened and became amber. Fenrir smiled at her and let his eyes become amber too.
For a minute or so, neither of them said anything, or did anything. They just sat there and stared into each other's eyes. Out of nowhere, Tyra grinned and pounced on Lupus/Fenrir.
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40 minutes later, Lupus finally collapsed over Tyra, both of them covered and glistening with sweat. He lowered himself onto her and laid his head gently on her chest, which heaved and dropped with every breath. She put an arm across his shoulders and rested her free hand on his head and let her own head fall back against the pillow.
They lay together panting and huffing for a few minutes before Tyra slipped back into Hermione and she stroked his head for a moment before ruffling his hair. He raised his head and looked at her questioningly.
"Let me get dressed."
He sighed and rolled his eyes but nonetheless climbed off her and lay next to her. She smiled at him, took a blanket, wrapped it round herself and waddled over to the wardrobe.
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10 minutes later Hermione re-entered the bedroom from the bathroom, changed into jeans and a top. Fenrir was lounging back on the bed and looked over to her.
"Feel decent now?" he asked, grinning, sitting up.
"Yes, I do." She said, walking up to the bed and stood between his legs.
They shared a quick kiss before someone knocked on their door. Fenrir growled in annoyance but called out, "Enter!"
The door opened and revealed Harry Potter. "Not interrupting am I?"