Marrying Granger

No triggers. The title explains the chapter.

A/N: Next chapters will be Thorfinn's 'training' as he works to get the old man's trust enough to lose the shackles! As I said in the last chapter, I made my own cast of characters. Question for all readers who have actually watched the Wrong Turn movies: considering the way the main cast of cannibals reappeared time and again in the movies after seemingly dying in a previous movie, how many of my kills would you say were actual kills and how many actually survived? I didn't name any of them yet. I'm going to name the survivors and they will be Thorfinn's 'trainers'. It's also sort of needed as to how I end the story. I have an ending in mind but I need to know how many cannibals I'm ending with. This will affect how easy or hard it makes it for Thorfinn and Hermione to escape, fyi.

Hermione, seeing her baby in Thorfinn's hands, had begun slowly inching up his legs. All she wanted was to touch her baby's feet. She knew he would probably join the old man in keeping Radnor away from her. After all, 'the man controlled the heir' and Radnor was his heir. At his words, she looked up in shocked surprise.

When Rowle had raised his hands, her precious baby boy came sliding smoothly into her arms. She quickly hugged Radnor close as she stared at Thorfinn. 'Had he planned for that to happen? For her to be in that exact position, at that exact time in order to catch her baby? If he hadn't, she was damned well going to give him a piece of her mind about how to hold a baby! He would regret nearly dropping their son!

Just then, he glanced down at her, smiled and winked. Her surprise turned to curiosity. What was going on behind that handsome face? Then his words registered! 'Put a ring on it? Put a ring on it! She was barely a widow for TWO MONTHS and he wanted her to PUT A RING ON IT?!' She gritted her teeth as she glared at him.

"By the way, my name is Rowle, Thorfinn Rowle. My friends and family call me Finn or Thor. Your choice. And you are?" Thorfinn asked the old man.

"Grundy, Murphy Grundy. This be my brother Fred. He be the one wat sends prey our way. If ye be part of this clan, ye gots to be a hunter! Ye gots to learn how to stalk, set traps and capture live bait! Some of 'em die in the traps, some of 'em we bring back, we put 'em in the barn an play wit 'em." Hermione shuddered at the mention of the barn. Thorfinn wondered what had been done to her in 'the barn,' He resolved to ask her at the earliest opportunity!

Murphy Grundy stepped back as he looked past Thorfinn. He glanced back and whipped around with the bow. There were several of the mountain men he hadn't killed, limping toward the house! He readied an arrow and prepared to let it fly!

"Nah! No need fer that, boy! Ye be welcome now. Ye passed the test! Ye be one of my boys now! They knows that. They won't mess wit ye!" Grundy told Thorfinn. He chuckled as his brother slipped a pair of leg shackles on him! Thorfinn looked down and swore as the other man brought the other end of the shackles up, fastening them around his wrists.

He looked at Murphy, cocked a brow and raised his hands. "One of you, aye?" Murphy shrugged. Thorfinn turned away a brief moment, then turned back. "Ok. You'll see. I'll be the best hunter you've ever had."

"Jest makin' sure. Can't have ye runnin' off, leavin' my purty gurl high-n-dry! Not if she's gonna have more pretty grandbabies." Murphy looked down at Hermione. He yelled inside the cabin. "Ma! Hey, Ma! Ye go hunt up a purty party dress. Find one fer Missy, too. Make it white. We's gonna have us a weddin' hoedown! Her's gittin' hitched. Fred, ye go hunt down that preacher man in town! Bring 'em back!"

Fred left to go get the preacher, feeling proud of himself for finding his brother another son. He just hoped the boy didn't try and take off, deserting that pretty little girl and baby boy. If that happened, his brother might very well kill them both!

Upon the bluff, Yaxley and Dolohov were cussing! In unison, they yelled, "FUCKING HELL! THAT BLOODY LITTLE WANKER!" They glared through their scopes in disbelief.

"Did he just deliberately let himself GET CAUGHT?!" Dolohov wondered in stunned astonishment. 'Surely not! What would the Dark Lord say if they came back without his best warrior?!'

"More to the point, did he just turn around, roll his eyes, wink and grin that cheeky little grin of his?" Yaxley growled in outrage.

Dolohov, who knew exactly where Thorfinn had picked both habits up from, wisely turned his head away. "Um, no! Nope! Didn't see a wink or a cheeky grin!"

"Hang on! Bloody hell! I've seen YOU do that before! Damn it! You taught him how to do that, didn't you?!" Yaxley accused. Dolohov couldn't help it. He had to laugh. Yaxley sounded so outraged!

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry but you should SEE your face right now!" he sputtered with laughter.

Yaxley rolled his eyes at Dolohov, the habit that Thorfinn had picked up from HIM! "What the bloody, fucking, hell is that little wanker up to?" he wondered aloud.

"Dunno, but you can bet it had something to do with Granger." Dolohov guessed. Yaxley sighed and rubbed his eyes. 'Please, Merlin, whatever that boy was up to, please don't let him die!'

As Grundy directed his wife and brother, Thorfinn knelt down beside Hermione. He loved the beautiful picture she made as she cuddled their child. She was still glaring balefully at him. He stroked a hand down her face and cupped the back of his son's head.

"So. We have a son." he spoke low enough to keep the old man from hearing them. As if realizing his parents were talking about him, Radnor grizzled as he got hungry. He was wrapped in a shawl, one end of which Hermione loosened as she tossed it over her shoulder. She held him close as he nursed, stroking his blonde hair back from his face. "He's beautiful, Granger. Thank you."

She looked at him, puzzled. "What are you thanking me for?"

"You didn't terminate him." Thorfinn stared at the little boy.

"Of course, I didn't. Why would I do that?" she shook her head at him in exasperation.

He shrugged. "Well, I did kidnap you. Then I slept with you, without protecting you. Although, given enough time, I was planning to marry you. You and Goldstein jumped the gun and beat me to that point." He slid an arm over her shoulder, pulling her and Radnor close. "But I think the old guy is about to help me correct THAT!" He whispered in her ear as he smiled in satisfaction.

She jerked her head to look at him. "You are serious?! You're really going to let him MAKE me marry you? My husband has only been dead for TWO MONTHS, Rowle!" she hissed angrily.

"Your husband would want me to take care of you, Granger, and my son!" he hissed back. She gaped at him. 'How did he know that?! She was the only one who would know that Anthony had made her promise to stay with Rowle, let him take care of her!' She watched as he stood long enough to withdraw a coin from his pocket. Without a word, he held it up.

There, staring back at her, was her deceased husband! He smiled. "Surprise, darling! Don't be scared. Rowle is going to get you out of there. Although, Rowle, I dare say, what happened? Why are you shackled?"

"Caught me off guard, the bastards! While I was preparing to fight, they slid the damn shackles on my ankles. The old guy thinks I'm going to leave here without her! Stupid! Why would I do that? But he doesn't trust me yet. I'm to be trained as one of his 'hunters.' I'm part of the family, so he says. Oi, remember our agreement. I have a feeling I'm going to need a lot of calming words, Goldstein." Rowle spoke quietly. He reached out and pulled off a piece of loose fabric from Hermione's homespun dress. He muttered a sticking charm, attaching it to the coin, and tied the fabric around his neck. The coin fell just even of the neckline of the Muggle T-shirt that he wore. This way, Goldstein would be close by with words of advice at any given time.

Just then, Grundy came back. Radnor had just finished nursing and was almost asleep in her arms. He took the baby from her, handed him back to Rowle and told Hermione. "Git in thar, Missy! Ma found ye a purty lil weddin' dress! Git in thar and git changed! Soon's Fred gits back, we's gonna have us a hitchin' and a hoedown!"

Hermione looked at Rowle, holding their child. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Please try not to drop MY baby again. He's very precious to me!" she snapped. He grinned and tightened his arms around the child. She surely didn't realize he'd planned for her to catch the baby! He'd seen her desperate glances at him while he approached the tree. He'd known there was something besides no wand holding her hostage in this hellhole. It was the only other reason that made sense. With her wand, she could likely have long escaped with the baby. Without her wand, she couldn't protect the baby. Without the baby, she wasn't going anywhere. That was why the old guy wouldn't let HER have the baby!

He sat on the swing and pushed it into a slow rocking motion. His child really was beautiful. He'd seen the ice blue eyes staring sleepily at him. He ran his fingers through the blonde hair. It looked like Radnor had inherited his coloring but he was going to have his little mum's curls. He stood and turned the baby facing away from the cabin. He knew Yaxley and Dolohov were watching over them from afar. He wanted them to see his child. After standing there five minutes, he sat back down on the swing. He held the child on his chest and kissed the blonde curls. No matter how long it took, he was NOT leaving here without them!

Yaxley and Dolohov were smiling as Thorfinn showed them his son. They both made solemn vows that they would help him get away WITH Granger and his child! Even if they had to go in with guns AND wands blazing, they would help Rowle escape with his little family!

Old man Fred came cackling back, dragging a terrified looking preacher with him. Thorfinn was introduced as the bridegroom. They settled down to wait for Ma to get Hermione's wedding dress refitted to her. Thorfinn remembered the wedding robes she's stared at in the window at Tattings and Twilfit. He'd gone back after her escape and bought the robes. As soon as they were back in Britain, he fully intended to bond with her in a Wizarding ceremony. The more bonds there were between them, the more inclined she'd be to WANT to stay with him!

Finally, Ma came to the door and announced that 'Missy' was ready to be hitched. The preacher stood up, facing Thorfinn as Hermione was escorted out proudly by old man Grundy. She was pushed into his arms as Radnor was taken by Grundy. The rings were little more than hastily found washers but they would serve the purpose for now. He would buy her a proper ring as soon as they were safely away. Watched over from afar by Yaxley and Dolohov, Thorfinn Rowle and Hermione Granger were married in a Muggle wedding ceremony. When it came time to kiss the bride, Thorfinn grinned at her mischievously and caught her within the circle of his chained arms. He dipped her backward as he kissed her and she squealed in surprise!

Going by the way the boy was kissing the girl, Grundy whispered to Ma that they would have another 'pretty grandbaby' in no time at all!