During her 'torture' at Malfoy Manor, Hermione is acting during the cruciatus...it tickled.
She's found out when Bellatrix tries to carve into Hermione's arm and the knife won't penetrate the skin.
That dagger (and two others) were made as 17th birthday presents (in lieu of a watch) and cannot harm anyone with Black blood. Hermione's 'screaming' under the cruciatus is called into question...
A spell is cast to unearth her family history and a line of magic shimmers from Hermione to Bellatrix, revealing them to be mother and daughter. Another from Hermione to...
Take it away... Fran Lawrence is the creator of this AWESOME plunny!
My plunny, added onto her plunny!
A line goes to Fenrir Greyback as her father because he and Bella slept together to get back at Rodolphus for cheating in her. Then it goes to Scabior as her bonded mate. This story will mainly be from the viewpoint of Fenrir and Hermione. There will only be short segments from Bella until we reach the Manor. Then she will have a viewpoint, too.
After much thought and fighting with my tablet, I have finally found a good stopping point. For now I'm calling this a one shot. It hits on all the original plunny points except the family history. I just used a simple mother/father reveal for that part. Fyi. The plunny is at the very end of the story. The first part will be time jumps and references to the past history shared among them. This will go until they catch the trio.
Again, I'd like to thank Fran Lawrence for the awesome plunny and I just wanna say "this one is for you, Fran!"
The girl was special. He didn't know why or how but she was special. He caught her scent for the first time a couple of weeks before the Malfoy brat went back to school. That's he, Bella and some others went and burned down the rabbit warren where the gang of redheads lived. Apparently the Boy Who Lived was supposed to be there. The bespectacled kid who came chasing after Bella must have been him. The others were too busy circling them to pay attention to Greyback. He'd caught a whiff of Remus Lupin and was wandering around the edge of the yard. He saw the little brunette and caught his breath.
She looked like Bella when she was that age. That was right around the time her and Rodolphus were having trouble. He wanted a kid and he was sure she was purposely failing to get pregnant! He actually had the guts to accuse her directly. Greyback could have told him that was the wrong thing to say to Bella. Now she WOULD purposely fail to get pregnant, just to piss on his parade! He had to laugh at the uptight pureblood. Bella was just too wild for him to control. It wasn't long after that when she realized he was cheating on her. The silly little witch he was banging actually bragged about it right in front of Bella. That didn't last too long, though. Bella threw the most powerful stinging jinx she could muster at her. The girl fell screaming to the floor and Bella walked away cackling.
Not long after that, Fenrir found himself fooling around with Bella. It didn't happen every time they saw each other but it never failed. Every time she saw him after finding out about another affair from her husband, it was a sure bet that HE would wind up in bed with her. Of course, it didn't bother him one bit. He actually looked forward to walking in and hearing them scream and hex each other! If screwing him made Bella feel better, then Fenrir would gladly visit her as often as she wanted him to. Then he got caught biting one too many children and got chucked into Azkaban for a year or two. Damned John Lupin! His damned law allowing people to freely hunt and kill werewolves! Damn his ass! He hadn't been aiming for the child but he ended up biting the child instead of the father.
The next time he caught her scent was the night that the old crackpot was killed. They were racing through the halls and fighting the Order and Aurors. He barely caught a whiff and then it was gone. He looked around trying to locate her. 'Where the bloody fucking hell WAS she? WHY wasn't she safely in her dormitory?' He knew it had to be the little brunette again! But she was nowhere in sight. He prayed that she stayed hidden until they were gone. He found himself hurrying the others out of there. He needed to make sure she stayed safe. Why he was so worked about a silly little schoolgirl, he couldn't have said.
The third time was at the wedding they crashed, searching for the 'Golden Trio'. They just missed them but Fenrir was much too interested in the scent left behind. It was literally the last place the little brunette had been standing. 'Bloody fucking hell! Why was he so obsessed with this little girl's smell? Why did she smell so,,, familiar?' It was like he actually knew her. He knew that he'd never met the little chit before in his life! 'Why? Why! Why was she so important? Why did he feel the overwhelming need to find her? To protect her?' It was the same protective feeling he got when he saw one of his sons, natural or wizard born, in danger.
This third time, he had his newest pup with him. The Ministry had fallen and the new Minister had wasted no time in establishing a new group in the DMLE. Their name was the Snatchers. One of their largest groups leader's name was Fenrir Greyback. His Beta, a young pureblood named Scabior, was the leader of the second biggest group. Scabior had been 'punished' by the Dark Lord for hesitating a minute too long before agreeing to join the Death Eaters. He had been given to Greyback to turn or kill, depending on what mood he was in. Luckily for the young man, the full moon had already passed and Greyback found himself in need of a second in command.
This boy was special to him. He kept a connection established with Bellatrix. If things had worked out the way they were intended, this boy would have been Bella's son in law. His parents and the Lestrange's had signed a betrothal contract for him and Bella's firstborn daughter. Once Bella's daughter was born, they introduced the young boy to her. He took to her immediately, requesting to hold her every time he saw her. They had been so confident of the match that they had proxy married the children when they were little more than babes. Of course, soon after that, the world went to hell in a hand basket.
War broke out between the 'Dark' side and the 'Light' side. Voldemort went after the family of Harry Potter and disappeared. The Scabior's, both parents and grandparents, were chucked into Azkaban for being devoutly Pro-Voldemort and Anti-Dumbledore. The boy was given to a distant relative, an elderly aunt who had no idea how to raise a boy. She certainly didn't realize the child she'd been given was already in a marriage contract. She moved to the continent and he grew up in France, running wild with the pretty French girls in his village.
The girl, on the other hand, completely vanished from the Wizarding world. Bellatrix was caught and sent to Azkaban, along with her husband, brother in law and Barty Crouch, Jr. They had tortured the Longbottoms, Frank and Alice, into permanent insanity in their quest to find out what had happened to their leader, Lord Voldemort! She was desperate for her sister Narcissa to be given her daughter. Alas, it was not to be. The last time she saw her baby was in the arms of an odious Ministry worker by the name of Dolores Umbridge. Where Umbridge ended up placing the child, the Malfoys never knew. Narcissa was as desperate as Bella. The child was a Black! She needed to be with HER FAMILY! No matter how big the bribe was, nor how often he gave them, Lucius was never able to find out even the slightest bit of information. He tried his damnedest though. He was almost constantly at the Ministry, eavesdropping on conversations and listening at doors as often as he could get away with.
Greyback was standing there in the tent. He was right where she had been. The little brunette, the one whose scent was so very damn familiar! The boy walked up beside him. Greyback started to speak to him. "Alright. The Trio escaped. We got to track them down now." Then he looked at Scabior. The boy had quickly taken to the lycanthropic lifestyle from his first transformation. He was as wild as ever with the ladies. His marriage bond didn't seem to affect his actions at all. Greyback wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. Since there were no consequences, it could only mean one of two things: the bond hadn't taken root with the girl (in which case it would have been impossible for Scabior to be with anyone else). Or the girl was dead (in which case the boy was a happy widower!) Greyback preferred to think it was the former option. He truly hoped that Bellatrix still had a living daughter in the world somewhere.
The boy had just taken a deep breath. His eyes were wide open and he was completely frozen. Greyback slowly smiled, realizing what was happening. The bond had finally kicked in, at least for him! He looked at Greyback warily. "Mine?" he whispered softly.
Greyback clasped his hand around the back of the boy's neck. He nodded. "Yes. She's yours. When we find her."
In Muggle London, a girl was gasping for breath. She had just escaped from a crashed wedding after glimpsing the most handsome boy she'd ever seen. Along with him had been the most notoriously savage werewolf ever known to the Wizarding world! She was determined that she and her two best friends would definitely stay out of reach from those two! They had a mission and nothing could be allowed to sway them from it. They had to destroy the Horcruxes on order for Harry to defeat Voldemort. They were on the hunt for the original locket. The one Harry and Dumbledore had collected was a fake. It surprised them when they realized the person who had tried to destroy the object was none other than Regulus Black, the late brother and complete Slytherin opposite of his late brother, Sirius Black.
They worked out what they hoped was a good plan and invaded the Ministry. They were separated almost immediately but they achieved their goal. They left with the locket in hand. Yaxley almost had them captured. They were forced to flee from their safe house. Now they were in the woods. Ron had been injured in the escape. While Harry kept an eye on him, Hermione put up wards around their camp. She kept watch that first night. She heard some sounds near their camp. While investigating, she was completely startled by the sight of Snatchers passing her wards. A wizard came through. Her heart jumped into her throat at the next person. Fenrir Greyback! Another wizard followed him. Bringing up the rear was the very same young man she'd glimpsed at the wedding.
Scabior was following Greyback and the rest of his group back. It had been a hard fight and he was tired. Ever since the bond had kicked in, he'd not been with a female. He'd completely lost all interest in chasing any more skirts. 'Damnit! He wanted to find her!' Greyback had told him what he knew of her. Bella's daughter, huh. Well, that did explain why Bella always hugged him and cursed the rest of his men. Past lovers also explained why she tended to step lightly and push the boundaries of touching Greyback! The werewolf was notoriously touchy. He didn't want anyone near him. Bella was the only woman Scabior had ever seen rubbing up on him that he didn't immediately shove away! How she'd gotten past his defenses, he didn't know. But she had.
He had his head hanging low, his hair halfway out of the loose ponytail he kept it in. Suddenly he stopped. His eyes went wide. ''That smell!' He held up a hand. 'What's that?" he asked. "What's that,,, smell?" He turned as he sniffed again. Greyback was watching him alertly. He took three steps back and stopped. He could smell perfume so strongly! Right here! But there was nobody there! 'How was that possible?' he thought.
The wizard between him and Greyback dropped his burden. He stared at the man. "What you doing?" he demanded.
"It's heavy." the man complained. Scabior frowned at him.
"Oh, you want me to carry him?" he asked sweetly. Greyback snorted in amusement. 'Damn, the little git was such a smartass sometimes!' Bilby apparently didn't realize this.
"Yeah, could you?" he asked. Scabior sneered at him.
"Don't be stupid. Pick it up!" he ordered. Bilby sighed as he picked the Muggleborn back up and put him back over his shoulder. He then rolled the other wizard away. Greyback waited and watched Scabior look around one last time. Then Scabior snorted. "Daft numpty!" and laughed as he followed them. He sounded as though he wasn't sure if he was talking about the wizard or himself.
Hermione let out the breath that had caught in her throat. 'Gods! That had been close! Much too close! Why the devil hadn't she thought about scent shields?!' Then she remembered the scene she'd just watched. 'Greyback had walked straight past her! It had been the other one, the young man who had smelled her perfume! How was that possible? That a wizard had smelt it and a werewolf hadn't!' she wondered, unaware that the young man WAS a werewolf, too. Her heart had pounded at the sight of him. They had literally been face to face! Well, face to chest! He was roughly a head taller than her and Greyback was even taller than that! His loose brown curls were as unruly as hers were. His eyes had been pretty though! Such a beautiful clear blue!
Over the next several months, they seemed to be playing hide and seek with the Snatchers. Sometimes the Snatchers didn't get near them. They were able to simply hide inside a building and watch them pass by cluelessly. Other times, it was much too close for comfort: Such as the time she and Harry were almost caught in Godric's Hollow. Hermione had never been so scared in her life! That had been terrifying, attempting to fight that god-awful huge serpent and get Harry safely it of there at the same time. As a consequence, she hadn't been as careful as normal and Harry's wend was broken during their escape!
She knew they couldn't play keep away forever. Sooner or later, they were bound to fuck up and get caught. Her mistake had been leaving a scarf behind. She'd intended the recipient to be Ron. As it turned out, the scarf was picked up and claimed by someone she'd never expected. That scarf had been left at a location they'd stayed before. When they had to escape from Luna's house, Hermione took them to the first place she thought of: that river bank. They still might have gotten away if Harry hadn't mentioned HIS name. No sooner did he say it than they were startled by pops all around them. The very Snatchers they had avoided for so long had come to call on them. They did the only thing they could do: they RAN!
The chase seemed to go on forever. Then Ron went down. Harry and Hermione didn't stop. As heartless as it seemed, Ron had escaped the Snatchers before by himself. He could do it again. Hermione's main concern was keeping Harry safe. He could not be caught! As she kept running, she could see more of them ahead. 'Gods, how many of them were there?!' Too many to get away from, that was for sure. Her only option was to try and disguise Harry and try to talk their way out of this. She stopped running, turned around and threw a Stinging hex at him. He went down hard. She ran over and took his glasses. There was nothing she could do about his scar but maybe, just maybe it wasn't too noticeable.
Hands grabbed her, pulling her away from Harry. "Get your hands off her." yelled Ron who grunted in pain as he took a boot to the stomach.
"Leave him alone." she yelled. Greyback leapt off a bank and sauntered over to Harry, grabbing his hair.
"Your boyfriend will get much worse than that," a voice drawled, "if he doesn't learn to behave himself." With that bold statement, the leader jumped down off the same bank. It was the young Snatcher from all those months ago. His eyes zeroed in on Hermione. He slowly walked forward as she watched him warily. When he passed Harry, he glanced down and jumped. "What happened to you, ugly?!" Harry frowned at him. Greyback bit his lip as he glanced at him. "No, not you." he grinned cockily at Greyback. The older wolf felt like turning the little git over his knee as he had to force himself not to snort with laughter. He ordered them to check the boys names off the list.
He walked over to Hermione. He stared at her as he swayed towards her. She jumped as he suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair. He pressed it against his nose. He closed his eyes in relief. 'Gods! He'd found her! Finally!' He turned to Greyback and nodded. Greyback came over and took a whiff of her hair, too. 'Yep, this was the little brunette he'd been scenting for the past two years!' Hermione frowned as both snatchers seemed much more interested in HER than either Harry or Ron!
"What you think, Greyback?" Scabior asked. Greyback had explained that he shouldn't call him Alpha in front of the non-werewolf snatchers. It would undermine his leadership.
"I don't know. That might be Potter. Pretty sure the redhead is a Weasley. If he isn't, he's damn close to kin somehow. She's the little Muggleborn, no doubt in my mind. I've seen too many posters not to recognize her." Greyback said.
"Ministry, then?" Scabior looked at her yearningly. "Reckon that old bat Umbridge would even let me keep her?"
"Maybe not the Ministry. I know everyone is wanting that boy for the Dark Lord. I'm more interested in HER. I want to figure out why the little thing is so familiar!" Greyback mused.
"Malfoys?" Scabior cocked a brow at him. Greyback nodded slowly. It would be a chance to see Bella. 'Who knew, maybe her and dear Roddy would be fighting again!' Scabior grabbed her arm and Disapparated. Greyback grabbed Harry and vanished behind him. Two snatchers grabbed Ron as he tried to lunge away from them. The rest quickly followed.
At Malfoy Manor, Bellatrix was alerted that a band of snatchers were at the gate. Her heart began beating faster at the news. 'Could it be-? No. Not this soon. He'd only just left this morning with her favorite of his pups right on his heels! But then again, who else would it be? His was the only snatcher gang who stopped by!' She strolled down the drive, thankful that Roddy had elected to stay inside. He and Rab despised Greyback. But they couldn't say anything against him because HE was the Dark Lord's favorite wolf. They had already tried to undermine him several times. The Dark Lord just laughed at them, knowing they were just pissed off because Bella slept with Fenrir every time Rod cheated on her!
As she reached the gate, young Scabior had a kid held against it. He pulled the kids hair away to the side, showing her a stretched out scar. 'Now she knew why they were back so soon! Possibly they might have just captured Harry Potter and his sidekicks!' She opened the gate and let them enter. Scabior had the black haired kid and Greyback was shoving two more kids in front of him. A ginger boy and a brunette girl. She noticed that, while he handled the boy roughly, he was very tender with the girl. She glanced at the girl and looked up at him, frowning darkly. He smiled at her, laid a finger across his lips and cut his eyes at Scabior. She looked at the young man and smiled. He might be leading the kid in but he was checking on the little witch Greyback was holding.
She led the way into the house. She snapped her fingers impatiently. "Elf! Get Draco! Send him to the drawing room! Now!" the elf obediently popped out of sight. They dragged the kids into the drawing room and waited for Draco. Lucius and Narcissa were seated in matching armchairs at the fireplace. They looked up as the snatchers came into the room. Harry was thrown to his knees as Draco came into the room. There were various Death Eaters who were watching the events unfold. Rodolphus and Rabastan were standing off to the side of the fireplace, glaring at Greyback.
Draco reluctantly walked over to the fireplace, avoiding looking at Ron and Hermione. Bellatrix was beside Harry and had his face held up toward Draco. "Well. Is it him? Think carefully, Draco, very carefully. If we call him and this isn't Harry Potter, we'll all die!"
Draco stared at Harry. Harry could see that Draco KNEW it was him. Draco looked at Bellatrix and said. "I don't know. I'm sorry."
"It's all right, darling. Come. Get closer. Look, Draco, look very carefully. Is this Potter?" Bellatrix asked again.
"I-I can't be sure. What happened to his face?" Draco asked, trying to distract her.
Bellatrix looked around at the snatchers. "Yes. What DID happen to his face?"
Scabior shrugged uneasily. Hermione watched smugly and suppressed a smile. Neither he nor Greyback had been there in time to see her send that Stinging hex. All the other snatchers knew was that she'd hexed her friend. She hadn't yelled to alert them to which spell she'd used. Bellatrix sighed and stood up. She snapped her fingers. "Give me her wand! We'll just see what her last spell was!" Hermione's eyes widened in fear. Bella chuckled. "Yeah, little girl, got you!"
As she turned to get the wand, she gasped and her own eyes widened in fear. "What's that? Where'd you get that?" she was staring almost horrorstruck at the sword Bilby had strapped onto his belt.
He looked down and patted it fondly. "It was in her bag." he motioned at Hermione. "Reckon it's mine now." Bella yelled and whipped her wand at him. Bilby died before he ever found out why. Bellatrix stared at the young witch fiercely. Hermione cringed backwards into Greyback's arms. Scabior was staring at Bella warily.
"Michael." she spoke softly to him. "Sweetie, be a dear for me and put the boys in the cellar. I need to have a little TALK with this one, girl to girl!" Harry and Ron were dragged out of the room by Scabior and Greyback. They were fighting to break free, knowing that Hermione was about to be tortured. Draco drew back even of his parents. His father laid a hand on his shoulder as his mother put an arm around his waist. 'Merlin help her! They were glad they weren't about to be in Granger's shoes!'
After the wolves were back, Bellatrix looked at Hermione. "Answer my questions right, dearie, and I MIGHT let you go unharmed. The wolves won't like it if I tear up their newest chew toy before they get a taste."
Hermione was already shaking in her shoes. She'd never been hit by the cruciatus curse but she vividly remembered the pain from being hit with Dolohov's curse! Bellatrix grabbed her hair. "Now! Where did you get that sword? When did you get it? Answer me!"
"We-we found it! In the woods! I don't know where! I wasn't with them when they found it! Please, I wasn't!" she sobbed. Bella shoved away from her.
Aiming her wand at the girl, she spoke the dreaded curse. "Crucio!" Hermione screamed loudly. "Crucio!" she fell to the ground, screaming.
"Stop! Please, stop! I don't know! I don't know! I wasn't with them! Please! I wasn't with them! I don't know! They just came back with it!" she screamed out.
"Crucio! Crucio!" Bella held her under a minute longer. The girl was balled in a fetal position, screaming her lungs out. After Bella took the spell off her, she laid there panting heavily, tears streaking down her face.
"You got that sword from my vault! Didn't you? Didn't you! You stole it! What else did you steal?" Bella screamed at her.
"We didn't! I don't know where they found it! Please! We didn't steal anything from you! Please, I promise you! We didn't steal anything!" Hermione sobbed wildly. Bellatrix pulled a dagger from her belt. As she did so, she noticed the angry look on Greyback's face. She paused and wondered about it. She knelt beside the girl. Laying the knife on her arm, she looked at her again. "I'm tired of playing nice, girl! Answer me! When did you steal that sword? What else did you steal from my vault? Answer me or we'll be able to see if MUDBLOODS really do bleed!"
Hermione was breathing fast and her heart was pounding like crazy. "No! No! We didn't steal it! We didn't steal anything! Please! Please! We didn't!" she sobbed, desperate to get that knife away from her. Bellatrix huffed at her. Then she leaned over her arm and began running the knife over it. She bore down but it wouldn't cut. She frowned and tried again. It didn't cut again. She thought for a moment. Then she suddenly raised her hand and slammed the knife blade first into the girl's chest. Hermione screamed in fear but nothing happened. Bellatrix leaned back and stared at the blade. 'What the hell was going on? Why wasn't it CUTTING her?'
She stood up and walked over to Narcissa, whispering to her. Narcissa jerked back, staring at her in horror. Bellatrix held out her hand insistently. Narcissa reluctantly handed over a blade that had been tucked into her sleeve. Bellatrix sheathed her knife and came back. She picked up a strand of Hermione's hair. "Such lovely thick curls you have here." Quick as a flash, she grabbed a handful of her hair and chopped it off. Hermione gasped. 'Gods, no! Not her hair! She'd been growing it out for years to tame it down!' Bella smiled as she saw the fresh horror on her face. "Oh! Didn't like that, eh? Oh, too bad! Now it's lopsided. We can very easily fix that though." she snatched up another handful and hacked it off, too. Hermione tried to slide away from her but she sat down on her stomach. "Now! Now are you prepared to talk, MUDBLOOD?"
Hermione was crying again. 'Her beautiful, beautiful hair. She was ruining it. It was going to be a bushed out mess again!' "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what else to tell you! We didn't steal from you! I don't know where they found the sword! I don't! I was asleep! I woke up and went outside and they were there with it! I don't know where they found it!"
Bellatrix plunged the dagger at her arm again. To her complete and total surprise, it STILL wouldn't pierce the girl's skin! After staring at it, she got a wild, possibly crazy thought in her head. She again stood up and went to Narcissa. "The blade won't cut her!"
"What? What do you mean?" Narcissa stared at Bellatrix like she'd never seen her before.
"I mean, it won't cut her, Cissa! The blade won't even pierce her skin! My blade wouldn't, either. Neither of them will cut her. Just her hair!" Bellatrix sighed and ran her fingers through her own hair. She froze. Her own. Thick. Curly. Bushed out. Hair.
She slowly turned and looked at the girl. Hermione was laying there on her side, head turned away from Bella. Greyback and Scabior both were staring at the girl. One wanted her. From the look on the other's face, he wanted to PROTECT her. She suddenly threw a spell at the girl. A nonverbal Crucio!
Hermione was waiting for the next round, trying to figure out how much longer she could fake it. Why the spell was tickling and not hurting, she wasn't sure. It was also confusing to her as to why the blade wasn't cutting her. It was certainly sharp enough. Bella's demonstration with her hair proved that! A peal of laughter rang out as she was caught unaware by the spell. Everyone gasped. 'She was laughing? Under the cruciatus? Laughing?!' Bella thought incredulously.
Lucius stepped forward. He walked over and pulled Granger to a sitting position. He aimed his wand at her. "Matera revelo!" Then he waited. At first nothing happened. Then there was a glow around her chest. He moved to the side of her. A pink shimmery line shot out of her. It went straight to Bellatrix Black Lestrange! Bella almost fainted. 'This? No! It couldn't be true! Her baby was gone! She'd been gone for years! Aurora was alive? How? How was this possible?'
Rodolphus stepped forward. "What is the meaning of this? Lucius. What was that spell?"
"It was a spell to show who her mother was." Lucius said slowly. Hermione and Bella were staring at each other in shock.
"Is that all there is? Nothing else? It doesn't show her family tree?" Rodolphus persisted. 'Damnit! He wanted to know if this was really his daughter.' He'd always had his doubts about it, even before she was born. Lucius looked at him and shrugged. He'd always had his own thoughts about the paternity of Bella's child.
"Patera revelo!" he aimed the second spell at her. Bella and Hermione both watched as a blue line shot out of her and,,,, totally bypassed Rodolphus Lestrange! Instead it led straight to,,,,, Fenrir Greyback! His jaw dropped as he dropped. Scabior caught him before he hit the ground.
He looked at Bella. "When? Wh-why didn't you TELL ME!" He looked angry enough to wring her neck. Bella stared open mouthed at the line.
"I-I'm sorry! I-I, I didn't know! You had already been in Azkaban for quite a while before I realized I was pregnant. I'm sorry. I didn't-I didn't know she was your child! I thought HE," she glared at Rodolphus, "had finally managed to overcome my Contraceptive Charm." Rodolphus whipped around to look at her.
"I knew it! I knew it! I knew you were deliberately failing! I knew it! And you wonder why I cheated so much!" he yelled angrily. Bella's eyes blazed with fury.
"You sorry excuse for a husband! I wasn't failing! I couldn't get pregnant by you! I tried and tried! You think I didn't want children? I wanted them even more than you did! Yes. I did use the Contraceptive Charm, AFTER you started cheating and throwing it in my face every time one of your little huzzys found herself burdened!" she screamed at him. "If I had to have Aurora with ANYONE, I'm glad it was Fenrir! At least, he's actually glad to see me!"
As Fenrir listened to them argue, he realized Bellatrix had really had no clue that her daughter's father was anyone but her husband! He smiled proudly as he looked at the little witch still sitting next to Lucius Malfoy. She was watching the argument in complete and total bewilderment. He walked over and dropped to the floor beside her. Other than looking at him warily, she went right back to the argument. He tipped his head toward her. "It's almost over with. Pretty soon they'll start hexing each other." Her eyes widened as she looked at him.
Lucius was inspecting her closely. "Glamoras finite!" Hermione and Greyback both looked at him in surprise. He shrugged. "I wasn't sure if she'd been glamoured or not." he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and transfigured it into a mirror. Then he handed it to Hermione. She looked in it. She didn't really look any different. Her hair was still chocolate brown, thick and curly. She looked at Greyback's hair. Chocolate brown shot through with grey streaks! Her eyes were still brown, too. They might be just a tad darker but not by much. His hair was mostly straight. The thick curls must have come from Bella. His eyes were blue.
Scabior had slowly inched his way over and was leaning on the wall behind her. He knelt down and carefully laid a hand on her shoulder. As he did, they both gasped. She whipped around and he was staring at his hand. His left hand where a gold band was clearly visible! They both looked at her left hand. She raised it and gaped at the gold ring now visible on her hand! Their marriage bond had, at long last, kicked in! As he, Greyback and Lucius watched, a red line slowly reached from her heart to his.