Scabior and Hermione
Really not sure about this story yet. I really have no plot to speak of, just an idea that has already been done before in other fics.
The Snatchers had just caught the 'Golden Trio.' Scabior was interested in the girl. Very interested. Like wanting to keep her held right against him interested. The girl was clearly frightened, even more so when she saw that Fenrir, himself, was a member of the Snatchers. Fenrir knew he was gonna have a hell of a time getting her back to the Dark Lord untouched.
Ever since Fenrir had known him, the Dark Lord had wanted power, glory and everlasting life. Lately, though, he'd changed. He seemed to realize that, no matter what he did, somehow he couldn't seem to beat the Boy Who Lived. He'd tried to kill him as an infant. Zip. He'd tried to have him killed, the boy's first year of school. Zilch. His own memory had tried to kill the boy. Nada. After he finally managed to get a body, he'd tried to kill the boy. Nope.
Then afterwards, he'd thrown a hell of a fit, cursing his followers left and right. Fen hadn't been there at that time, he was serving time in Azkaban. But Lucius had been there and he'd filled Fen in everything he could remember from that night. The Dark Lord had received a letter from a very old looking owl. It looked like it had been there a very long time. All Lucius knew was that, after he read that letter, he began quizzing Lucius about Harry Potter and his Muggleborn friend Hermione Granger.
After learning she was top of her class, even beating out Draco, a fact that Lucius very begrudgingly acknowledged, he quickly deduced that she was a large part of how he kept losing to a child. He didn't seem so worried about Potter anymore, he seemed more inclined to capture the girl now. He had, in fact, decided he was actually tired of trying to beat Potter and was actually interested in a truce. Now, getting Potter and the rest of the Wizarding world to accept the truce, ah, that was a different story. Somehow, though, he had taken the notion that the girl was the key. If he could show the girl he was interested in a truce, she would lead the rest of them to the table. Thus, the reason why they were now in the middle of the forest of Dean, with three teenagers who were fighting them every step. He recalled the conversation that had led to this situation.
"Fenrir, my old friend, how are you? How goes it with your pack?" Lord Voldemort asked him.
"They're thriving, some better than others. I'm about to weed out some bad seeds but they are strong, for the most part." He shrugged, watching his boys.
"It looks like you have some new members, for instance, the boy there, in the black pants, I don't recall seeing him before." Voldemort wondered.
"That's Scabior. I've only begun to let him off the leash. He's one of my wizard born children, he was bitten when he was seven, he wandered a little too far from his family and was bitten, his family killed the wolf who bit him but it was too late for the boy. They abandoned him, in the middle of nowhere. My scouts found him and brought him to me. He's been my boy since then. He's a feisty one, mouthy as hell, impulsive, headstrong, but when that boy catches a scent, he stays on it till he finds the source. I kept him secluded with the pack until now. I figured it was time to start socializing the boy, admittedly,I may have kept him under lock and key a little too long. He's loving his freedom, though, even with the restrictions I still have on him." Fen declared, proud of his youngest human pup.
"What would you say to a hunting trip? Take your young hunter there and find a special someone for me?" Voldemort inquired.
"Depends. Are you wanting them dead or alive? I can guarantee you dead but alive depends on whether your prey provokes the boy's temper." Fen warned.
"Most definitely alive." He picked up three flyers. Undesirables one, two, and three stared back at him. He handed him the middle one. "That is your target. If the other two are caught as well, so be it. If not, I want you to bring me the girl. The ginger I could care less for, Potter I suppose I should keep alive for the truce but the girl is your PRIMARY target." Voldemort started to turn away, but then he turned and said. "I know I don't have to say this but I need to say it: the girl had better be untouched and pure when she arrives here. If she's not, I'll have to start cutting body parts of your boy. Scabior."
Fenrir winced as he remembered that conversation. Now he bloody well had the job of keeping an eye on the girl to make sure his boy Scabior wasn't getting too fresh with her. Once more, he wondered what had caused the sudden interest in the girl. At that moment, he heard an angry squeal from the girl.
"Seriously, why do you have to have me right against you? Have you no idea about personal boundaries?! Get off me and quit touching me, oh my gods!" he turned in time to see her shove Scabior away enough to keep him in the shin. Scabior yelped in pain and snarled angrily at her.
"Ok, ok, break it up, you two, break it up!" he shoved the ginger at Scabior and took the girl. She looked up at him and visibly gulped in fear. "No worries, now, missy, we'll be there soon and all will be well."
"Where are we going?" asked Potter. Fen looked at him, steadily. "Please, sir, where are we going?" Harry tried again.
"Never you mind, Potter, nothing's going to happen to you, so rest easy." Fen told him. Harry wondered why they were being so nice to them. As he walked, he noticed that everyone of the Snatchers were giving Hermione a wide berth, occasionally going out of their way to stay out of touching range, except for Scabior. He seemed to be the only one who ever laid hands on her, or did until Greyback swapped with him and took her. Now he had two wolves to protect her from. Scabior and Greyback. It was hard to, though, when he was even further away than Ron. He wished he knew where they were going.
Pretty soon, they came to a valley. At the end of it sat a huge house. They had almost reached Malfoy Manor. As they started up the trail to the gate, Greyback reached over and took Ron back. Scabior looked at him as he gently pushed Hermione back into his arms.
"You're the one the Dark Lord wanted to see bringing her in, boy. Just don't get fresh with her in front of him and you might make it out with your bollocks still intact." Fen smiled as Scabior's eyes widened. Hermione hissed angrily as the boy flung his arm around her and pulled her flush against him again.
They went through the gate and the doors were opened for them. They pulled the trio up the stairs and into the drawing room. Voldemort was there, along with Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, Draco, the LeStrange brothers and Dolohov. Harry gulped visibly at the sight of Voldemort. Greyback, Scabior and the Snatcher holding Harry went forward. The rest filed in and formed a line beside the far wall. The three knelt, forcing their captives down, too.
"Rise, my friends, let me see them." Voldemort glided forward. He barely glanced at Ron but paused by Harry, "The war is over, I am tired, Harry Potter, do not attack me and I will not be forced to kill you."
Harry's eyes widened, 'the war was over?' "The Death Eaters are still attacking people , you call that over?"
"No, I call that retaliation. Your Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry keep killing innocent people for no more than a connection to me or one of my followers, do you honestly think we're going to sit back and allow it?" Voldemort hissed angrily at him. "My people have not instigated an attack on any of your people for a while now, nor any Muggles, or even Muggleborns. Can your side say the same?"
Harry opened his mouth to answer but he couldn't. He honestly didn't know. He'd been on the run with Ron and Hermione for a while now. He hadn't kept up with the news except for the wireless which was more static than anything. "No, sir, I can't. I don't know what's been going on lately."
"Rest assured, Harry Potter, this war is over. I simply want to come to an understanding and sign a peace treaty with the Ministry and also the Order of the Phoenix. I have a copy for my side already drafted, now I just need someone to draft a copy for the other side. Perhaps, Miss Granger?" he walked slowly toward her. Her eyes grew bigger as he walked closer. He stopped less than an arms length away. For all that she'd been struggling away from Scabior, now confronted by Voldemort, she was suddenly cowering into his arms.
"Miss Granger, how lovely to see you. I hope they didn't treat you too badly? I need your help with a small matter. A peace treaty. Come, child, sit. Nobody will harm you or your friends." He held out a hand and she gingerly took it. Glancing at Harry, she raised a brow in Voldemort's direction. Harry shrugged, he wasn't sure what was going on either. All he knew was, they were in Death Eater central and not a one of them had so much as offered to attack the Trio.