Bella the rabid dog.

"Scabior, you come. Zecke, you stay," Fenrir was interrupted by the ambitious young werewolf. He was from royal blood as well, a shifter and a royal pain, but he was his sister's son.

"Fenrir, I want to come. I know what to expect and also know their scent. I will be an asset." The cocky fool had to open his mouth. He had been at Hogwarts during the first two years the trio had arrived. He was only four or five years older than them. Fenrir suspected that the young ninny was in love with one of the witches from that bunch, probably a Gryffindor, ha, ha. He could dream as much as he wished, but his mate would be chosen by him.

"No, you aren't coming, you need to stay behind. We need at least a Beta to be around this area."

"Are you making me part of the Beta team? My mother is going to be happy." The pompous fool preened.

Fenrir hated promoting the fool, but he needed him appeased and to stay behind. He did not want any 'help,' and he was taking the slow ones in order to allow their targets to escape, or at least to give them the chance to fight if he were forced to bring them back.

Bella was running towards them, "Fenrir, darling, I am coming I want to help."

That wasn't okay; he was going to Voldemort to stop her. She was too loud and disruptive. Besides, he knew that Bella was upset about the interest that Voldemort displayed over young witch, and she would do her best to harm Miss Granger. Bella had witches killed for less than that.

Or even worse, she wanted to shag him, and that was equally disturbing; yuck, she was a psycho. While it was true that he fought once in a while, and he bit those he wanted to turn to join his pack, the encounter with Weasley had been triggered by Bella. That day, Bella had incited his rage; she loved to kill for fun. She was rabid, and a Greyback did not bed a rabid dog.

When he shifted, the wolf took over; the wolf was blood thirsty and was difficult to control in a good day. He knew that Bella would expect him to be violent so she would be shagged; or that he would lose control and injure the young witch, neither would do. Bloody hell, more than likely she wanted both.

He ruminated, no, no, and no; what he needed was his own mate, someone mature and sane. He only wished to be in good terms with the young witch. Maybe she had some relative that looked like her, he would ask Miss Granger, it would not hurt to try. She looked so much like one who could have been his... The one that... No, regrets just hurt, they did. Fenrir had no loyalty to the Dark Lord, he was loyal to his pack and wanted the best for them; and the best, was being in the young couple's good graces.

Hermione's Parents Encounter with Darkness.

Voldemort had listened to Fenrir. He was unhappy with Bella, but she was a good lay. Bella overlooked his dreadful appearance and only cared about his working pieces. He knew she would run amok if not under a tight reign, and bringing in prisoners was always a touchy situation.

"Bella, I am only sssaying it once. If you lift a finger to harm the young witch or her mate, you will be punished. I won't be forgiving, I only have one chance with them, and once you make her upset, she won't want to be here."

Bella had a grandiose idea, there was more than one way to skin the witch."Your wishes are my command my Lord." She curtsied and left the room.

Voldemort's eyes followed her leaving the room, he didn't trust her. She had grown too dangerous and needed to be controlled. He had a bad feeling about her and something told him to stop her before it was too late.

As soon as Bella was out, she looked for Zecke and Roy one of his friends, who was a young hot headed Death Eater. She had seen a report on Voldemort's desk; it showed the address of the witch's parents in Australia. Voldemort wanted to get them on his side, and those weren't exactly Bella's intentions.

They Port-Key from the ministry and were back by lunch time. Her excursion had gotten her in big trouble. She had to do something and wasn't sure what to do. She arrived with an injured Zecke whose identity and injuries, she had disguised. She was remembering the day.

They had arrived in mid-afternoon at the Granger's home near Sidney.

The Grangers' dog smelled Zecke in his wolf form and alerted the Mudbloods. Granger Sr. was waiting and had a big stick with fire coming out hitting his first target, the young Death Eater Roy, whose body had fallen on impact lay on a pool of blood.

Granger had fought fiercely while his wife escaped. Zecke tried to approach Granger who was hidden and was difficult to get to him. Granger had shot him on the arm, near the shoulder. Bella decided it was time to retreat, si she dragged young Zecke with her. Worse, she knew a secret, about the young witch, if it got out, Voldemort, and everyone would be against her,

Zecke had passed out, and she could not bring him to headquarters. Finally, she Obliviated Zecke and extracted the memories of the day, transfigured his Death Eater robes, and dropped him outside of St Mungo's. She left Roy for dead and now wished she had checked more carefully.

Bella dreaded that the news would come back to Voldemort. She hoped the mother was not found by anyone, or any time soon. And she hoped that Granger's father had been injured or killed, but she wasn't sure. She thought that he had slumped before she left.

The Death Eaters reports had not clearly reported the investigation on the Mudblood's father. He had been part of something called Special Forces, and a member if the active reserves, but nobody knew what that was. Bella had miscalculated, the man was as dangerous as any Death Eater, and she was now was concerned of Voldemort's reaction to her actions.

Although she had Obliviated Zecke, she knew that Voldemort could rescue the memories if he tried hard enough. She had messed up badly. If the Mudblood's father could send the daughter a word before Fenrir found her...Bella she was dead meat because she knew that she would be described. The young witch would certainly confront Voldemort; thus the only solution was to kill them, before Voldemort got to them. And the mother, she had to find her and kill her on the spot.

Her plan had been to blame the deaths of the Muggles on an unauthorized mission conducted to please Voldemort. The young witch would turn down his offers, and Bella would have one less rival. But with the witness left behind, she could no longer do that. Hopefully, the news would not arrive anytime soon allowing her to find them, but how. She made a decision and decided to go solo.

Australia.

Robert Granger had been seriously injured, however, he was able to dial the emergency number he had been given. Within a couple of hours, Australian Aurors had picked him and his wife up and relocated them.

However, his injury had been nearly fatal, and the doctor who tended him recommended that his daughter be notified just a precaution.

The Burrow

"Mother, an owl for Hermione," Fred came in running.

It said urgent, Molly open. "On no, we must alert Hermione. Let's wait for your father."

Discord and Jealousy

Harry and Ron came in the tent. Ron was relieved that she was awake. The news that she had lost her baby bothered him less than he would care to admit. The fact that she was feeling fine and had forgotten about the fall, made him hopeful for a chance. He would take it now that she was free again. Of course, he needed to be cautious, and would pretend he no longer cared whenever he was around Bill.

Harry was sad; he didn't want any distress or pain for Hermione. He had hoped for a chance, but he knew that Bill was the only one for her now. Maybe if he had longer, it could have worked out. He needed to find someone to love; and of course, until Hermione was not married, he had a chance.

"Keep it short and not mention of the baby or someone will pay." Bill sounded angry and meant it.

When Harry and Ron came into the tent, Harry ran by her side and held her close to his chest. She was safe. He kissed her cheek and sat for a couple of minutes holding her. "I am so glad you are ok. Don't you ever give us such a scare, or I will be mad." She laughed softly.

"Thanks Harry, my dear friend. I would not want you mad at me, you don't need to worry."

Bill wasn't sure of Harry's closed eyes while he held Hermione. Watch that wizard, he wants our mate. Lobo prodded him.

Ron just stood where he was at. "I am glad you are better." He smiled to her tenderly.

"Thanks." Hermione answered; hmm, there was something odd about Ron. She was having very adverse feelings towards him, nearly anger, oh well.

"We saw snatchers all over the place. There is a big reward for whoever brings the two of you in one piece, and the reward is considerable. Of course, if we were all caught the rewards will more than double." Harry explained and rubbed his scar. It had been aching a lot.

Hermione tried to stand up and fell backwards; she was still suffering the effects of the fall. Bill's face showed his concern.

"We will stay here for now. Go back to you tent, tomorrow we lie low and will work in reinforcing the concealment charms."

"I think we all need to stay in the same tent, starting tomorrow." Ron suggested. He was surprised when they all agreed.

"Yes, Harry and I had talked about it. However, we will keep the sleeping areas separate, this tent can be added to yours." Bill added. Ron disguised his disappointment. After dividing guard duty and excusing Bill for tonight, Harry and Ron left.

"Lie down my love, just rest, there is no hurry. We will be camping for a couple of days until you get better." He looked at her with adoration and a bit of desire. The unbidden images of her earlier seduction kept coming to him. He was patient but his body didn't understand her need to recuperate.

She wrinkled her nose, "Bill, I disagree, there is a lot of reasons to hurry, if they are looking for us, we are in danger sitting here. May, I ask you something? Don't think of me as childish."

"Ask away, no I don't," he lay by her side and held her onto his chest. His witch smelled so good, he nuzzled her hair, and Lobo came out to play with her. He was a tricky wolf, playing was allowed, and Bill didn't notice, much.

Lobo was fascinated with her curly hair, it smelled very good and it sprung back. Just wind it around your finger, let go, and it would spring right back, way fun. Bill was soothed by stroking her hair, and he briefly wondered why he liked to play with her hair, and he shrugged his shoulders. It did not matter; it could be the playful canine inside of him. It was.

"I am waiting, what do you want to know my love?" He loved her voice, her shyness; she was so different, so feminine, and so very sexy.

"Have you seen Fleur again?" She asked while tracing doodles with her finger over his chest. He liked that. "Ah?"

"I said have you been seeing Fleur, like dating."

He tensed and didn't know what to say. He had tried to 'see' her before, but that was before the short visit. He didn't want to lie.

"I see her at work all the time; but to answer your question; no, I didn't since I came to see you the first time." He looked away from her.

"That means that you saw her after I left?" She was feeling better about her minor-major-encounters with Harry.

"Yes, I am sorry but I was worried that I had done you wrong, and I had no right to have complicated your young life. I wanted to set you free. But I couldn't, I love you." He answered truthfully.

"Did you shag her after I left?" She would not want to be with him if that was the case. As soon as she asked, she didn't want to know.

"No, I couldn't. She wanted to, but it felt wrong. I love you." He held her even closer. Something didn't sound right to Lobo.

"Hermione, princess, have you, hmm, with one of the boys, you know?" Lobo was raging; he remembered her body smelling of Harry back in December, and Harry holding her a little too long just a few minutes before.

"Of course, I have been with the boys; we sleep in the same tent." She answered with her heart beeping loudly. She had made a tactical error.

"That is not what I meant, have you been with one, you know, romantically involved." Jealousy was taking over the man and the wolf.

"If I tell you, are you going to be upset?" Her voice was barely audible. She wasn't experienced in relationships, and unintentionally, she had made herself the object of his suspicion.

No answer from Bill, and she could hear the frustrated sighs. Oh, oh.

"Just a couple of hmm, rather romantic, intense snogs with Harry." He had to make an effort to listen.

"It happened while Ron was gone, and you didn't come. I am really sorry." Tears streamed down her cheeks. She had a terrible sense of loss, as to where it was coming from, she wasn't sure. In a matter of seconds her sobs were disheartening.

Bill was aghast, what had he done? What a jerk. He had nearly shagged Fleur, they were half naked before he'd called quits. And the little witch had been alone, hungry, cold, and she shared a couple of miserable innocent snogs. Besides, she had just lost a baby, even if she didn't remember. Her body, thus, her hormones were running amok in her body. He was a fucking monster.

"Come her sweetheart, my princess, don't cry. I am sure the kisses meant nothing. I am sorry for being upset. Of course, it was his doing, and you probably didn't even like them." He kissed her brow, her cheeks, and dried her tears with his fingers; his poor, little witch.

"That is the problem, I liked them a lot, especially the second time. There was a moment, or a couple days, when I considered doing more than kissing, but I didn't. I am sorry." She sounded smug and proud.

She had gone for the gold medal in honesty and TMI (too much information). She didn't know the golden rule -Leave well enough alone.- Her crying was subsiding, and she relaxed inside the warm and protective enclosure of her Bill's embrace. She snuggled closer, feeling so much better for telling the truth.

Her wolf wasn't feeling better, Lobo wasn't happy at that moment, and neither was the wizard; Bill wanted to go, look for Harry, and beat him to a pulp. Insolent pups, the little vixen is going to need a lot of close watching. The mere thought of loosing her made him hurt inside.

Now you know why you must marry her right away, or get her with pups as soon as you are able. And let me remind you of the Harpy you nearly shagged, imbecil. Be glad, I reminded you of our mate. Lobo couldn't resist the: 'I told you so.' And for once Bill had to agree.

Capture

It was the second day of searching for the small band. Weasley was smart, and he had concealed their scents rather well.

Hermione had been acting strange since the day before. Bill was worried; she seemed very withdrawn and sad. Although she appeared to have healed at the speed of light. He knew because she had informed him there was hardly any blood.

She was right, the embryo had been magically extracted, and her uteri had been cleaned with a light flow. And Bill was wrong because there was no hormonal upheaval due to the magic performed by the winged creature. The orders were to leave her as if she had never been with child.

While she was alone in the tent the day before, her father had come in. She had been surprised, "How did you find us Dad? This is a dangerous place, you should not be here."

"I wanted to see you, it might be a while before I see you again my sweet girl, I just don't know. Take care of your mom and of yourself if something happens to me. I am worried; please watch out for that nasty, wild hair, crazy witch." And he had hugged her and kissed her a couple of times.

"Daddy, you are saying the long goodbye, right? Please tell me I am dreaming." Her eyes were full of tears.

"Shh, sweet girl, my little princess, take care and be careful, life doesn't end here. Watch for her, she is very dangerous. She came and attacked, be careful."

She woke up a while later, she was on top of the cot and her eyes were still wet. She didn't tell anyone, but she knew her father must be dead, and what about her mother? Or was he dead, he hadn't answer the long goodbye question. Who was the crazy witch, Bellatrix? They would all pay, damn Voldemort. She didn't tell anyone, what if she were wrong. She hoped to be wrong.

oOo

Fenrir was afraid if he didn't find them, another group would be sent. "Scabior, take those two and I will go with Jay. You take the area between here and the small pond we passed. Go in straight lines between here and there, put markers every 50 meters. Don't let any spot unlooked and scour the area carefully. If you see anything, fire a yellow light. Otherwise, we meet here when you are finished." It was the second day and nothing. They needed to find them.

"Princess, why are you so sad? What is the matter?" Bill inquired for the umpteenth time. "You will think that I am silly." She finally conceded.

"Try me, you are not doing well. I will listen. Just remember that there is nobody else but you in my heart."

She told him as best she could. He was quiet. "I heard of things like that before, but it has never happen to anyone that I know. We will check on your parents as soon as we are able. Let me hold you."

He believed her, his mother had seen her brothers Fabian and Gideon. They had both hugged her and had said goodbye. She was confused but later had understood they were dead. Bellatrix must have killed her father.

Hard to tell, Hermione had said that he had not answered to the goodbye, maybe there was hope; damn witch, damn Bellatrix.

Out the corner of his eye he saw Harry; he had put his finger to his mouth. He called his witch's attention, and she did the same. Harry approached them. "Where is Ron?" Bill asked.

"Last night we saw berries when we went scouting, he went to get some." Harry appeared worried. "How long has he been gone?" Bill was beyond irritated; he had said nobody should be wandering.

"About an hour and I am worried. I heard voices a few minutes ago." Harry answered, and Bill looked around and noticed that all their gear was packed and put away by a tree.

Ron hid behind a short bush and had just noticed a very large spider, black and hairy right by his eye. The spider couldn't care less about the human, she was enlarging her home, and Ron was on her way. It wasn't afraid of him, so it continued her arduous task. Ron had seen three snatchers one up this direction and could hear their voices. They seemed to be combing the area.

The spider, who seemed to be wearing colored tubes around the legs, blinked her large eyes, batted her long eyelashes and pursed her tiny dark red lips; she decided that the immobile wizard made a nice platform for her to work, and stood on Ron's shoulder. Checked out, and thought maybe it was time for a great adventure. She kept working, and giving her ideas room to grow.

She whistled an old tune her mama used to sing while spinning. She had barely touched the bottom of his ear, and Ron was already controlling the scream readying to escape his lips. He swore the thing crawling next to him had red lips. Spiders didn't have lips, nor did they whistle, and certainly, they didn't have blue yes or bat their eyelashes. Gods, he wanted to scream in terror, he was hallucinating.

Meanwhile Fenrir was facing problems of his own. Three centaurs were out in a recognizance mission. One of their sentinels had spotted the Snatchers, and there were young ones about. Thoughtless and mean Death Eaters had killed a foal for blood sport, and it was not be tolerated, rightly so.

Fenrir did not want to fight with anyone, he wanted to find his target, and take it from there.

The centaurs passed him and Jay. All seemed to be going well. Good they were gone, now, to keep looking, the sun was coming down, and no traces of their target. He was getting ready to go in the opposite direction, when a very loud male scream was heard. Somebody was in danger or had been caught. Damn, he hoped he could get there fast.