Leave something to remember, so they won't forget
I was here, I lived, I loved, I was here
I did, I've done everything that I wanted
And it was more than I thought it would be
I will leave my mark so everyone will know
I was here
I want to say I lived each day, until I died
And know that I meant something in, somebody's life
The hearts I have touched, will be the proof that I leave
That I made a difference, and this world will see

Beyonce "I Was Here"


There was a dresser hidden at the other end of the room. Grayback had put a cloaking spell on it to hide it. Thankfully, Hermione had experience with hidden objects. Harry was forever dropping his cloak the wrong way onto the floor. She would wander around barefoot until she felt the cool fabric. She'd adopted a similar method to search the room. She walked alongside the wall and ran her hands along them.

She couldn't see the dresser but she found a handle and she tugged it. The drawer popped open and Hermione peered inside. Papers, sticky notes, broken pencil that could be a weapon if-

Yes.

At the very back was half a roll of duct tape. If she could stun him for even a moment it would do the trick. She pulled the drawer out fully and flipped it over. She had a weapon, several in this. She gripped the handle tightly and stood the dresser up before bringing her foot down on it. The front came off from the rest of the drawer. Hermione deposited the remainder of the drawer to the ground. Hermione took the handle and gripped it more friendly. It shielded the entire front of her arm and could do some serious damage if she hit someone with it.

She just needed Grayback to come back in the room.

-o-o-o-

Harry was dying but it didn't matter because Hermione was still missing. He would run the entire distance of the UK if he had to. Running from here the ministry to the twins' was a small sacrifice. Still, he hated being an auror when they put the anti-apparation charm on him.

Hermione was worth it. Hermione was worth the fact that they were miles from the twins. She. Was. Worth. It.

He finally reached WWW and dashed through it and straight up the steps. He got almost to the top before Fred appeared out nowhere and blocked his way.

"Don't go in there mate." Were the only words Fred said as Harry jogged up the last steps to the twins' flat.

"What?"

Fred locked eyes with Harry and he had to repress a shudder at how serious the prankster looked. "Do not. Go in. To that. Room. It's not that difficult. Unless you know where Hermione is and have her hidden in your pocket for a grand reveal that will end in snogging and snuggles for Georgie, don't go in there."

Ron pulled up beside Harry, panting, and glanced between them. Harry tugged Ron back a bit and shook his head. "It's about Hermione. Well, sort of."

"We just found out somethin' about Dosenger." Ron panted. He bent over and pressed his hands against his legs, sucking in large lungful's of air. Harry leaned against him, just as breathless.

"Breathe," Fred ordered.

Harry shook his head. "Not time. We ran here quick as we could. Dosenger was the prodigy of Umbridge. They worked together for years before she transferred to Hogwarts."

Fred stared for a minute when his eyes narrowed and his fist clenched. "That explains the dementor attack then. He's taking a page out of his old mentor's book."

Harry glanced up at Fred and nodded his head. "That's what we think."

"Do you think he has Hermione?" Ron shook his head and pushed himself upright.

"No, but I think he knows who did." Harry swallowed and promised his lungs they would be full of air later.

"I'm fairly certain it's Grayback."

"What?" The look in Fred's eye was deadly and Harry instantly straightened up at the sight of it.

"Grayback. He's the one they think is attacking all the other werewolf packs. The evidence points to him at least. We just don't know where he is. We found some hair that matched his at the abduction scene." Harry glanced at Ron who gave his head a little nod. He had his back like he always had. "But, there's more than that."

Fred sighed and visibly slumped as if he really just couldn't take any more bad news. Harry didn't really blame him. Their life seemed like piles of bad news with intermissions of okay news. "It wasn't human hair at the crime scene."

Fred's brow furrowed and his head moved back a bit in surprise. "Wait, what? Are you saying it was fur? Wolf fur?" Ron nodded his head as Harry said yes. "You mean he was in wolf form. On a night without a full moon." Harry and Ron nodded their heads again. "Well shit."

Harry glanced at Ron. That pretty much summed it all up. Fred stepped back and opened the door to the flat.

-o-o-o-

Hermione was once again waiting. She'd been waiting for the last few hours, she wasn't quite sure how many. It had ben ten since she'd woken up but she had no idea when she'd woken up. She was rather hungry. She'd managed to make herself some water and she was now having to deal with the fact that she was growing tired. She didn't much like the idea of sleeping without knowing if her captor was coming back in…

Still, she had been up for hours and she'd suffered a concussion at the minimum when the brute had kidnapped her. She wanted to sleep.

Hermione stood up from the corner she had taken refuge in and looked around. It was growing cold in the room, and it had clearly been a muggle's house at some point.

She didn't want to think about what had happened to them.

The door opened up and Hermione picked up the drawer front and braced herself for a fight. Grayback slipped into the room and grinned toothily before dropping to his knees and transforming into a wolf.

Hermione blinked in surprise right before a familiar scent filled her nostrils. She drew her arm back and forward immediately, striking out. She heard a sickening crack of bones and skin followed by a screech of pain. Something hit the back of her head and she fell to the ground.

-o-o-o-

The first thing Hermione saw when she opened her eyes was dark. Second were wolves. There were wolves everywhere-werewolves. Hermione knew the difference between the forms from personal experience.

They couldn't be werewolves though. There wasn't a full moon out. It wasn't a Boggart either. Her Boggarts form hadn't changed its shape since she was in her third year and first met the nasty creature. It had broadened, but it still portrayed images of her friends dead. It started with Harry, then went through the Weasleys, Terry, Neville, and Luna always rounded it up. Fun times.

So why were there werewolves surrounding her?

She was lying in the middle of the woods, propped up against a tree. Her hands were bound in some sort of gloves that were tingling horribly. It was dark outside, and she didn't recognize the landscape. Her foot was chained to the ground. That was new.

Her eyes flitted back to the wolves that were walking towards her with feral eyes that glowed eerily in the dark. She tried to take a calm breath and nearly screamed in pain. Her entire chest felt as if Grawp had stepped on it. Her ribs were cracked again.

No. Forget cracked, they were broken and felt like they were trying to poke out of her chest. The wolves stilled for a moment before lowering their heads and honest-to-Merlin grinning at her. Hermione bit her lip, ignored the pain screaming through her body again, and brought her hands to her chest. She pushed the healing spell and nothing happened. Nothing at all. She couldn't even feel the magic.

The gloves it had to be the gloves. That –that-

Hermione couldn't think of any words. She needed Ginny. That witch had a mouth like a sailor.

If she got out of this situation she would ask her. She'd been attacked by Grayback and brought here. The smell though… It was cologne. And it was cologne that she recognized entirely too well. Dosenger. Dosenger was who that scent belonged to.

Hermione pushed her current anger at werewolf haters aside and focused on what was in front of her. The wolf in the front was an ugly gray color, one she remembered from images Lupin had showed them. It was the one wolf he always warned them about. It was Grayback.

Hermione threw her hand to the side, trying to make it look like she was just in pain and grabbing at the grass instead of what she was really doing. She was at the foot of a tree, there was bound to be a stick somewhere. Her hand closed around one. She pulled it back right as a loud crack filled the air. Two figures dropped by her side.

"Harry!" She gasped, her ribs protesting even the simple word. Harry's eyes narrowed and she pointed vainly at her chest. She had no idea why he was there or how he knew where to find her.

"Hermione," Harry whispered, surveying her hurriedly with green eyes that were impossibly wide. His face was nearly white in the night as he ran his long fingers along her stomach. He felt her sides with impossible gentleness before meeting her gaze. Hermione tried to keep breathing but her lungs were screaming in protest and she didn't feel as if she could expand her chest at all. She was going to pass out. She was going to get eaten by the twenty werewolves.

Harry and Ron couldn't hold them off. Even if Ron was doing a good job of being intimidating. He set off some explosion that made several wolves back up until Grayback growled. The wolves instantly fell back in formation.

"Just-" Hermione sucked in a very painful breath, groaning internally when she felt her ribs grind against each other. Harry pushed himself up so he was between Hermione and the others and Ron, without even looking at her, didn't stop until he was standing directly in front of her and Harry. "Just go. Leave me to them." She finally managed. She might be able to fend off a few. Besides, it was far easier to just leave her than for all three of them to die in an attempt to save her.

Ron and Harry barely glanced at Hermione before they were looking back at the crowd of insane wolves. Ron gripped his wand menacingly and Harry switched to a fighting stance. It hadn't lasted a second but the sheer amount of loyalty in the gaze they'd sent at Hermione shook her to her core. She often found himself forgetting that she wasn't alone in the love she held for her friends. They felt the same way about her. Anything she would be willing to do, to sacrifice for them, they would be willing to do for her.

They would not be leaving her.

"Call him." Ron said, glancing at Harry before sending and incendio at the nearest wolf. Harry nodded his head and shuffled something around in his pocket. Hermione tried to push herself up more upright but it didn't work. Her ribs just complained more and she began to feel a bit dizzy. Another crack echoed around the wood and the figure hadn't even fully appeared before it was dropping and shrinking and then growing larger. A familiar scream of pain filled the air and Hermione felt her mouth dropping open in surprise. She tried to straighten up again but it hurt too much. The scream transformed into a howl of rage.

Gingery red fur filled her sight as a nose touched her cheek before it drew back and she was able to look into soulful brown/gold eyes.

"George?" He sniffed at her again and then narrowed his wolf eyes before looking over his shoulder with a gaze that made Hermione's blood run utterly cold.

He turned around and walked slowly, and very deliberately, towards the pack of oncoming werewolves as Harry dropped down by her side again. "What is this?" he asked, pointing at the gloves. Hermione ignored him to stare at her boyfriend who stopped in front of Grayback and lowered his head to growl menacingly.

"Just take them off." Ron hissed with a look of alarm that would have been quite funny in any other circumstance.

"I don't know how!" Harry hissed right back.

"Why don't you use-Merlin!" Ron stepped back as quickly as he could and cleared the view in front of Hermione. George let out a growl that made Hermione's hair tingle before he lunged towards Grayback.