Chapter 6

Unknown P.O.V.

12th June 1998

That was until I heard what sounded like heels clicking on the stone steps that lead into my cell and I thought that must be impossible because why would they send a woman down to see me. The last time he had heard the clicking sound of heels was before he was taken. Soon he heard them reach the last step and what sounded like a males voice say I must warn you about what you are about to see and this will be the key to your success. With that I used the last of my energy to look up slightly, then I saw her and I knew she was no ordinary woman, she was a queen and she made sure everyone knew it. She had long brunette hair which hung down in a beautiful mess of curls, if you looked hard enough you could see honey coloured highlights but I knew they were natural just by their look, I knew that if I had to touch just one curl that it would feel as smooth as silk, and flow through my fingers like water, she had a small straight nose perfect size for her face, with full dark red lips, which were pulled back in a smirk and showed her bright white teeth. Next was her body, I may not have seen a women in over 10 years but I knew that she was beautiful, strong and confident all by the way she held herself, with her shoulders back puffing out her already rather large breasts and showing her long limbs with the tight fitted long sleeve shirt and tight jeans, finally paired off with a pair of combat boot like heals I used to see my mother wear. She appeared rather tall thanks to her heals but I could tell that if she were to take them off that she would only just reach my chest, she didn't wear gloves like my captures did but then again they never showed their faces either. I could see her long black nails, so sharp looking I could bet they would leave rather deep marks if needed.

Finally my eyes went back to her face and I knew I would be forever lost to her; she had such dark brown eyes that appeared even darker with all her dark eye makeup. Then I looked to her lips painted in the same shade of blood red as her nails, pulled back over a set of bright white teeth in a look almost feral. That was when I knew who she was, she was the lost daughter of the strongest lycans ever, and I had only ever seen that look once before on a man who all feared for since he had lost his daughter and blood mate he had sworn to make sure no one would ever harm her. But sadly he had died many years later at the hands of the ministry, who believed him to be too powerful and needed to be disposed of, now standing before me with the same look as her darkened soul father was his daughter, my saviour.

She looked back at the young man behind her and grinned a devilish smile at him and then proceeded to move towards me with a stride that oozed power and pride that forced me to lower my head in respect and in lack of energy.

Hermione's P.O.V.

I walked down the stairs and as I rounded the corner I came to the sight of what looked to be a young man older than me chained to the walls by both his arms and feet, he was kneeling at first as he was watching me with a look of enquiry. You could see the muscles in his shoulders and arms tensed from being pulled up and his toned stomach that was hunched forward using the chains to help hold himself up. You could see the lack of strength in the way his blue eyes were faded, the small specks of green in them almost completely faded out, he had a strong and broad chin and blonde hair that was darkened by the filth in it. I looked back at Draco and gave him a devilish smirk showing him my approval and understanding of what he was and how he could help me. I knew he was one of the most powerful lycan to live, I had read about how he went missing at the age of 11 and so I knew by his marks on his arms who he was and so I knew exactly what Draco's plan was for him and me.

I stood there watching him for a sort while as he as observed, there were many different things I could do with him but only one truly stuck out to me and that was to let him drink some of my blood and bond with him. I went to move forward when I felt a hand on my arm stopping me in my tracks; I turned to look at Draco and he gave me a look to say that we needed to talk first before we did anything else. He pulled on my arm leading me up the stairs and back out into the sunlight, he closed the door again and turned to me opening his mouth to begin to speak.

" Miss Granger there is something else you should know about him, I know from the look in your eyes that you know who he is but you don't know what he really is."

I looked at him in confusion what did he mean, I knew what he was, he was a lycan. As if sensing my confusion he carried on with a look of apprehension.

"Hermione he is a hybrid, my father and the other death eaters used to feed him blood and inject him with small doses of vampire venom. I was also shocked when I read it in my father's diary, but if you are about to do what I think you are you needed to know that first."

I stood there for a few seconds watching him looking for any signs of a lie but it did not, I thought about what he had said and I knew it would re-power him again but I could not know how much. Was this a chance I was willing to take, he could become so powerful that he could break free and just kill us all or the bond would stop him, all these I had to take into consideration and that's when I knew what I was going to do.