Disclosure Hp belongs to JKR. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
a/n sorry, had an accident, maybe I am cursed :) Will move ff to AO3 some of it. ff is a mess
Hermione and Relatives
The choice was taken from Lucius when powerful arms yanked Hermione off. Although Hermione's heart was so loud that she could hear it, strangely, she felt no fear. Instead, she relaxed, feeling safe. She liked how he smelled; she guessed it was his cologne; it soothed her.
"Sebus, check her." The one with dark grey hair with a strip of silver asked.
The other, a blond with a strip of silver, came near. "You are right," he pointed his wrist, and a light went around her. They saw a projection of a young woman with long brown hair; the face was blurry. Hermione had seen her before where? Ah, she knew it in her earlier dream.
"Human, she is part human, but that cannot be. I have never been with one."Fenrir said.
"No, not human. I am wrong; though she is not human, she is nothing I know." The blond said.
"What is going on?" Lucius was peeved. She was his, his, not theirs. "Father, she stays. Tell them. You have always said that I could choose."+
"No, she comes with us." Fenrir ascertained.
"I am not going anywhere. I stay with them. Lucius, please keep me," she pointed at the Malfoy. When she tried to stand up, she fell backwards.
Fenrir lifted her as if she were a baby. "Yes, my dear child, you must come because you are my daughter. I know it without a doubt." He kissed her forehead "Goodness, you smell like a field of flowers, my daughter." His voice was different, soft, and tender. Abraxas and Muctis looked at each other, amazed.
"No, it cannot be. I am not. My father is Wilson Granger." Hermione argued in a thin voice.
"No, that is not true. He is your father," the blond man told her.
"Who are you?" Hermione asked.
"I guess your uncle, Sebus; he is my half-brother; we have the same mother." The blond one said.
"What is going on here? I thought I heard a witch." They saw a sour-faced witch, pretty but arrogant and with a bad disposition. Fenrir disliked her.
Lucius, sharp as a knife, jumped, "Father, you always said I needed but to ask if I wanted anyone as my wife. I want her, so I brought her when I found her injured."
Fenrir moved his hand, and Hermione lay on her bed, sleeping, so Cornelia left. She pretended to go and stayed just outside the room, listening. Lucius tried again, "Father, I want to marry her as soon as possible."
"No!" Both of the strangers spoke at the same time. "We decide, not you. She is, well, not…never mind,"
Hermione closed her eyes, wanting to wake up.
"Fenrir, we must talk because I think Lucius is right," Abraxas suggested.
Hermione heard the name and trembled. This was a nightmare, or she was dead and in hell. She wished for the female angel to come and get her again.
Abraxas was no fool and knew Fenrir's secret. He had visited him until he went mad. He lived in a palace, more like a giant castle. His father was royalty among his long-living subjects. He wasn't a werewolf, but in his half-stage, he could make them. Lucius could become like him, and maybe he could do the same as Lucius. Abraxas despised Cornelia, his mother's godchild, a French witch who had no right to be jealous. As they said, it took one to know one. He had seen Fenrir's half-sister, a beauty; Abraxas had to control his aroused body, which was dangerous around Fenrir's people. She noticed him and blushed, unable to look at him, but he was in the damned contract. Her parents were anxious to marry her and wanted the Malfoy fortune. But who knew, things could change.
Fenrir sniffed the air and came closer, touching under the shawl and over the gown. At once, he smelled the blood. He had missed it in the excitement, thinking it was her monthly blood. His anger was obvious. His growl made the room's occupants shake. The magically made cuts were not healing well, so Hermione had a convulsion, an aftermath of the Cruciatus, and the blood flowed freely. "No, stop, stop it, Bella. I don't know where the sword is. No more, noooo!" She screamed, so Abraxas had to hold Lucius back because he wanted to go to her.
"Who did this to her? Whoever did it, better fear." Fenrir's voice was cold and hard. Cornelia, who was listening, was afraid and left quickly but came back. Sebus nodded. Blood would be spilled, but nobody hurt a Greyback female and survived.
"Who? My dear, my child, which Bella? Tell me which Bella?" Fenrir asked, touching her face lovingly.
"Bellatrix Lestrange, it was her doing. Keep her away from me, don't let her come here, no. She killed him. She did, her husband." Her body shook.
"Let me go to her," Lucius battled his father, but Abraxas held on. Lucius had no idea of Fenrir's powers.
"Was Bellatrix's maiden name Black?" Abraxas asked, remembering the Dark Lord's words long ago. He realized he needed to Obliviate Cornelia because she was dangerous.
"Yes, yes, she killed Draco, her own nephew, oh Draco, oh Draco. We have been friends since I found him hiding. He died because he tried to stop her when she was killing him. She made Rodolphus cut me. He didn't want to but did it to save his brother. What she did to Rabastan, no, no, the rape, raped him, no, no. He cried but cut me; stop it! Stop it! Rabastan was raped anyway, and she killed Rodolphus. It hurt. Stop. Angel, take me away. I am ready." Hermione was babbling, still in shock.
Lucius excused himself. He heard something. He was right. He stopped his mother, hiding his wand behind his back. She was going to scream at seeing the wand when a stream of light came out of Dobby's hand. She was muted and frozen, so Lucius compulsed her not to mention the witch. He'd heard Voldemort come in. When his mother kept walking toward the Dark Lord, he said, "Dobby, you are the nurse of our first baby."
"You be lucky. Nobody is bestest than her, the prettiest babies." Dobby nodded, proud to be chosen.
"You are right," Lucius agreed, nearly certain his mother had already seen the Dark Lord. Lucius was back in a couple of minutes.
"Draco? What Draco, his full name." Abraxas dreaded the answer.
"Malfoy, Lucius…"
They all looked at each other, pieces falling in place, at least some details. "Why the Lestrange?"
Hermione fainted before she could answer.
Mipzy the House-Elf appeared with a pop."Sir, Mr. Darky, is here." The House Elves disliked Voldemort.
"Mipzy, the name is, never mind, tell him." Abraxas was cut off.
"Tell me what?" Voldemort looked around the room suspiciously.
Voldemort stood there. Fenrir had already hidden Hermione under his cloak; nobody could tell he had someone under it. Sebus, his brother, stood in front of Fenrir; further shielding him.
"I must go," Fenrir said.
"What is he doing here," Voldemort asked. "And why do you look like that wearing those clothes? Are you going to a ball?" He eyed Fenrir with distrust.
"He came to retrieve something valuable that he left here long ago." Fenrir's brother explained curtly.
"And you, who are you?" The Dark Lord appraised Sebus Greyback.
"Sebus Greyback. Now, we must go," Just like that, both faded, not using a wand and leaving no magical traces.
"How did they do that?" Voldemort asked. "Was that Fenrir's relative?"
"Who knows, and yes, that was his older brother," Abraxas answered.
Lucius was quiet, glad his father had this under control, but feeling sick after they took her. His eyes filled with tears. He hadn't cried since his grandfather died when he was murdered. He felt as if his insides painfully bled. She is gone, he thought and wanted to scream; it hurt.
Abraxas asked later, "Son did you touch her, I mean intimately?"
"I looked, but no, I wouldn't do that. I touched her lips with mine." More tears came rolling down Lucius' face.
Abraxas closed his eyes, worried for Lucius. "I will see what we can do." Lucius sat on her bed and cried. He wouldn't move for hours. He finally lay on the bed and fell asleep, not moving or eating that day. Dobby and Mipzy sat with him, bringing him food, not knowing what to do. His tiny far owls and the dogs sat in the room with him. The next day, he cleaned and returned to lying on her bed, crying. Abraxas worried. Muctis didn't know what could be done. Lucius quit speaking and reading and was not eating.
The Greyback
Hermione was under blankets while several men, giants, looked at her. She noticed her bed was quite large. This is a bedroom, but where? Hermione wondered.
One of the giants, seemed to be royalty. He wore, she guessed, formal wear. He had a circlet around his forehead, adorned with gems seemingly lighted, weird. Probably, they are not gems, Hermione ascertained.
"She is awake but not healing." A shorter blond male spoke; not short because everyone was over two meters tall but shorter than the others. The blond looked worried.
"Who are you?" she looked at Fenrir, who also wore a strange garb, very formal. The room was unreal; it had carved wood-walls, expensive chandeliers, two fireplaces, large windows, some stained glass, high ceilings, crystal and porcelain vases with flowers, bookshelves lined with books, and more; it looked like a palace.
"Your father." Fenrir caressed her face.
"No, I am the," Hermione was stopped.
"Darling, you aren't human, only a very small part. I think it was 'borrowed' to make you pass. You are my blood." Fenrir told her.
"Let me." The older one in the room, the one with the circle and dressed in formal garbs, like someone out of a 20's movie, touched her forehead. Hermione liked him, so she relaxed. She and others in the room saw her parents and her life before. They saw her as a baby, a baby, left in front of the surgery, swaddled in expensive wraps. The baby was unusual, not quite human, but she changed when the humans picked her up. Her parents, the ones in her memories, were older Muggles,
"She was born in 1961. Though the newborn was left to the Muggles years later, it seems." The one with the circlet said.
"No, no, I was born in 1979," Hermione argued.
"No, you were hidden in a different time and place." The older male told her.
She went back to sleep.
"Fenrir, in 1960, where were you? We lost you again. As years before, you were gone for days. The time we worried. It must have happened then." Fenrir's father said. He was the one wearing a circlet.
"I have never been but with she-Wolves and a few witches. I don't remember what happened. I told you all the same back then. You laughed and said you knew what I had been up to. After all, I reeked of sex." Fenrir explained.
At this comment, they all grinned, "That is true, so nobody believed me, and I decided maybe it was best not to insist."
"The last thing I wish to do is look, but you must let me." His father sighed.
"Not you, father, let Donatus." Fenrir stopped his father.
They saw the date December 1960; Donatus and Fenrir saw the same.
Fenrir was in his lupine form. A deer jumped in front of him. He chased it deeper and deeper into an unknown forest with strange-colored vegetation. Nothing looked right. He was in a clearing, not from this world; the sky was different, and many moons circled the sky. He sat by a lake dressed in odd clothes.
"That is her," Fenrir exclaimed. They saw a young female with brown hair but couldn't see her face. She was dressed in what appeared to be a bridal gown, and both Fenrir and she wore flower garlands on their heads.
"Did you marry her?" His father asked.
"I don't know, and I don't remember." Fenrir raised his hands, frustrated.
They skipped when he was making love to her. He remembered she'd made him burn. She took her clothes and reached for him. Her face wasn't quite human. They finally saw her. They made love many times, over and over again. "Come with me; I love you. What will I do without you? Now we are united, you must come with me." Fenrir implored.
"Later, not now,later. This is not my time. Later she can make it happen." She said.
When he woke up later, she was gone. However, he was not where he was before.
"She is the female I see in my dreams sometimes. But nothing makes sense, nothing." Fenrir ran his fingers thru his hair.
Donatus laid his hands on Hermione. "Is that Albus? It is the future. I see a war; my child was fighting a war." Fenrir growled when he saw the werewolf, probably him, taking her and two young wizards; one looked like Charlus Potter and also his young son.
"The snake aberration looks like Tom Riddle, and you took her to be tortured." Fenrir's father said, snarling.
They saw the torture, "At the Malfoy. Damn Bellatrix, I want to kill her. I don't understand why it is jumbled. Why would I take her to be tortured? What is going on?" Fenrir wondered.
"I think someone has tried to hide my granddaughter. Why? Someone concealed her scent; but that would means you were near to whoever did it." His father looked puzzled.
"No idea, but the female is familiar, but I don't remember her. Strange, I dream of her, but her face is always shrouded." Fenrir was feeling odd.
"Nevertheless, she is your child, a female. We have so few Greyback females." His father said. "Of course, there is Lucy, Sebus's sister. As you know, their father was my second cousin. They came to visit, and you know the rest. I miss them, both murdered, so many dead. And now someone has hurt our precious child. We must stop whoever."
Fenrir's mother had Sebus before his father joined their union in a triad. Sebus was his half-brother, and Lucrezia was born after Fenrir to Sebus' father. She and Sebus' father fought to defend the pups they were watching. They were murdered with 55 others, several females, one his mother.
Lucius
Abraxas sent an owl:
We must talk. The Dark Lord knows. He wants her, but all he knows is that we saw her again; he is obsessed with her, and wants her as a bride. He keeps talking nonsense about fairies and Hogwarts. He knows something, but we cannot let him have her. It is concerning because we think he wants to use her. As to who told him, we don't know; but I suspect Cornelia told him. Lucius compulsed her to be quiet, but maybe not soon enough. She must have seen the Dark Lord when he came. Cornelia is a living danger who does not care what happens to her son. I have terrible suspicions. I think she used to follow me. I must say it, she must have told the Dark Lord, or someone else about the old gate to here. You know she often came here to visit my mother and grandmother….
Hermione was dying, not healing. Since his mother had been murdered by Albus and his order, or that was they used to think, Fenrir had lost it, and now, again, he wasn't doing well, worried his child was dying.
The search for her mother was fruitless, though a scroll was delivered. He read it: My child must marry a human, but protect her at all times…They also found out from Hermione's mother that Hermione was poisoned with the Cruciatus curse.
The scroll said that since untold times there were beings who wanted to protect this world; they lived in other worlds parallel to ours. One day Fenrir had crossed a portal and saw Hermione's mother, one of people in the parallel world; and he saw her again years later in 1960.
Fenrir set a cot next to his child's bed. He had seen the older Bella and wanted to go and kill her, daily. However his father had recommended a better solution, stop it from happening by sending her away. He sent shadow warriors to spy on Bellatrix but hadn't learned much.
This night Fenrir was having a troubled sleep, he was dreaming he was in the foreign woods. He saw her and recognized the hair, she had a transparent dress and maybe boots, but he couldn't see her face a shadows. No, nobody would hurt his child; he would kill anyone who would try.
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