Warnings: rape (non-graphic)

Luna could think of nothing besides running. Slung across Fenrir Greyback's shoulder, she felt ever step he took as he bolted through the trees. From the moment the man had ran across the Hogwarts grounds and into the Forbidden Forest, Luna had been trying to track their movements and memorize the way back, but the thick canopy made it difficult to locate the sun, and the werewolf kept turning corners unexpectedly. She was tired, her self held together by very fine strings of hope. Luna, however, was strong – she had spent months as a prisoner in Malfoy Manor, survived torture sessions that lasted hours, and kept herself alive the entire time. She told herself she could survive.

The trees rushed by as the man kept an impossibly fast pace. Even in the midst of danger, Luna found herself appreciating the beauty of the woods around her. Tall pines rose from seas of olive-colored moss, oblivious to the young woman being carried off beneath their branches. The cool forest air ruffled her hair and fogged Greyback's panting breaths. Despite all the evil around her, Luna knew there was still beauty in this place.

They had been going for at least an hour when Greyback stopped and unceremoniously dropped her on the forest floor. The girl looked around, but before she could run, Fenrir dragged her towards a stream.

"Drink."

Luna considered challenging the order, but she knew she was too weak to fight a werewolf, especially without her wand, which had been taken away upon her capture. She lowered herself down and cupped some water to her lips while Greyback stood behind her and watched. When she was done, he picked her up, slung her over his shoulder again and continued making his way across the forest.

Before too long, they arrived at a small clearing, in the middle of which stood a massive, ancient oak. Greyback walked up to it and raked his long fingernails across a ridge. The bark vanished, giving them a hole to crawl through. The man pushed Luna through, shoving her forward into the crawlspace. Greyback followed close behind.

Luna could feel the packed earth beneath her hands and feet as she went down the dirt tunnel. It was dark, and she wished she had her wand. A few feet further down she arrived in Greyback's den. It was small in floorspace but tall enough that Luna could stand up straight, though it forced Greyback to bend over. Luna could feel buzzing of the magic that protected this small place – she reckoned there was a spell holding the entire structure in place as well. The roots of the oak poked through here and there; Greyback used them to hang various bundles. A dirty old mattress lay by the dirt wall opposite a trunk with an assortment of necessities. The den had several light and ventilation holes, but they did nothing to dissipate the strong musky smell of the place.

Greyback said nothing. He simply sat himself down on the mattress and stared up at Luna, who was looking about with interest, as if she had forgotten the danger she was in.

"Come here, my pretty," the man commanded with a husky voice.

She knew what he wanted and it made her nauseous.

Luna looked at him, analyzing her options. Running away would do her more harm than good; she doubted she would even make it out of the den. She could struggle and fight back, but she would probably end up more hurt than anything. Besides, something told her Fenrir liked it when his victims struggled, and she was not about to give him that satisfaction. Begging for mercy would only get her laughed at.

Knowing she must show no reaction, Luna walked up to the man. She did not shiver when he ran his large hand up her leg, and did not shy away when he took her hand and guided her down to him. When he began to pull up her shirt, she stared into his eyes, never showing fear. Greyback pushed her on her back and removed her shoes and trousers, his eyes devouring her body. Luna propped herself up on her elbow and watched with nothing but empty curiosity on her face.

Greyback leaned back against the packed earth wall, kicked off his shoes, and motioned for Luna to come closer.

"Come here, pretty girl. I want you to sit on my lap."

Luna followed his orders and settled herself on the man's thighs, facing him. She could feel his erection against her, and she wondered slightly what it would be like – she had never been with a man before, not even kissed anyone.

Greyback began touching and groping her, paying no mind to whether Luna was enjoying herself. His rough hands scraped her shoulders and thighs, his nails scratching her pale skin. The young woman gasped once when he first squeezed her breasts, but after that made no other noise. Greyback seemed to be enjoying himself, playing with his catch. Once or twice he looked at her face; her lack of expression seemed to amuse him, and he smiled at her the most chilling smile she had ever seen.

"Undress me, poppet." His lips curled in a victorious sneer.

Luna quickly pulled off his tattered shirt and then slid off his lap to remove his dirty trousers. His erection sprang free as Luna observed, perplexed. He watched her undressing him like a wolf watching his prey, licking his lips. When she was done, she looked up to see him advancing on her. Remaining stoic, she lay back and let herself be caught.

Greyback pounced on her, pinning her arms above her head. He growled into her ear, and with no warning, shoved his length into her.

Luna felt the pain, but she was elsewhere. In her mind, she was flying kites with her mother in a field of the greenest grass. Nothing, not even Greyback pounding into her or angrily suckling her breasts, could bring her out of it. She barely even noticed when, in the height of his orgasm, the beast above her bit at her shoulder, drawing blood.

The next morning, Luna woke up alone. She was in pain, but paid no mind to it. It had been almost a year since she had known a day free of aches and soreness, of bleeding wounds and swollen bruises. She found her clothes – the same clothes she had worn during the battle, given to her by Fleur after she had come to her from Malfoy Manor – strewn across the ground. Quickly, she dressed herself, eyes and ears on high alert for her captor. He did not seem to be anywhere near. He had probably left her for dead, or assumed she would be too weak to flee. This could be her chance for escape.

Thinking quickly, Luna grabbed a dirty rag and bundled into it whatever she could find – stale bread, some healing herbs, and a rusty jackknife. She quickly climbed out of the dirt hole, looking for any sign of Greyback. The werewolf was nowhere in sight. Luna made her decision. She did not even spare the place a last look as she picked a random direction and ran.

Author's Note: Did anyone notice Fenrir has a husky voice? Ahhh, pun x) As always, comments/feedback is much appreciated!