Hello, darlings! This chapter is kind of violent, just a heads up. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 38 Stag Parties and Hen Dos

After learning Luna would also be having a hen party, Graham suggested having dinner before going their separate ways. Luna eagerly agreed, suggesting a restaurant across from Jubilation. Hermione snickered quietly knowing Luna's thinking. Word would spread across the jersey chaser gossip chain. They would then conduct their wild goose chase in front of the hen party. The group flooed to the Leaky and walked to the restaurant. A brisk winter breeze swept down the alleyway, tearing Hermione's hair from its pins. Harry reached into his coat pocket and handed her a hair clip.

Adrian looked confused, "Potter, why do you have a barrette in your coat pocket?"

"I, uh, grabbed it from my vault the other day for Hermione. I forgot it was in there."

Glancing at Marcus nervously, Blaise asked, "Why would you want to give Lestrange a Potter heirloom?"

"She's stood by me all these years, even when I wasn't a very good friend. She had every right to walk away, but she didn't. She's more than a best friend, she's family. I wanted to give her something to express that," Harry shrugged.

Hermione stopped walking, "That is so sweet, Harry." She hugged him tightly, then turned to Marcus, " Put this in my hair, please?"

"Okay, but no complaining when it looks like crap." He took the clip from her and fixed it in her hair.

"I won't, promise. Thank you," she stood on her toe tips and kissed his cheek.

Once dinner finished the two groups broke apart. Graham and Luna snogged farewell, while Marcus gave Hermione a calmer tip. "Have fun. Be careful."

"Always. Try not to lose your shirt. Love you."

Draco led the hen party past the velvet ropes to the bouncer at the front door. The large man instantly recognized Malfoy, Zabini, and Lestrange. Before Draco said a word, the man gestured for them to enter, "Welcome to Jubilation."

"Thank you," Luna smiled. Hermione waved at the girls they encountered at the spa as they wanted in line.

The bass vibrated against her chest, as Luna grinned at her excitedly, "Let's dance." She grabbed her hand and pulled her out onto the dance floor, the rest of the girls following on their heels. Blaise joined them, while Draco, Harry, and Neville held back, watching from a table near the dance floor. The girls flitted from the table, the bar, and the dance floor. Sweaty gyrations dehydrated them quickly. Wisely, Hermione drank glasses of water between her alcoholic ones. As the hours passed, they drifted further apart. Luna and Nora swayed together, holding one another up. Vanessa and Alexandria teamed up to torment Blaise by focusing their attention on Harry and Neville. Hermione took a break and watched over the table while Draco flirted with several girls a few tables away. She people watched while sipping her water. In her tipsy state, she failed to notice the manipulation magic as it took hold. "Come along now, there's a good girl." Her eyes glazed over, she stood silently and followed.

Luna skipped over to the table for a drink. She stopped, squinted, and looked around, surprised to find it empty. She stumbled over the Draco, "Where's Hermione?"

"At the table?"

"No, she's not. I looked twice."

"Have you checked the restroom?" he asked.

Her face brightened, "The bathroom! I can do that." Luna zipped off, only to return soberer and more concerned. "She isn't on there, Draco. And some girl said she saw her leaving with a man."

Eyes wide in fright, Draco gathered their group, the panic quickly burning the alcohol from their systems. Harry instantly took charge of the situation, "Which girl, Luna?" The blonde indicated a mousy looking brunette sitting in a booth near the bathroom. He strode towards her. "Hi, my name is Harry, you told my friend you saw our other friend leave with some guy?"

"Yeah, a little bit ago. Is she okay?" she looked stricken.

"We don't know. Can you tell me what you saw?"

She tucked her hair behind her ear, "Um, okay. He walked up behind her, said something, and then she got up and followed him out."

"Were you close enough to see her face? Did her expression look odd?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it, she looked a little blank."

Harry wildly gestured for the others to join them, "What did he look like?"

"He, uh, looked older than her. Kind of Continental in dress, you know, suit and vest combo thing? Shaggy dark brown hair. Walked like sex on a stick. Kind of wild, you just know he's a dangerous bad boy," she looked embarrassed, "Sorry, that got away from me."

"No problem," Harry assured her, "thank you, that was most helpful."

"I hope you find her and she's okay."

"Thanks," Harry called over his shoulder as they exited the club.

Draco ran his hands through his hair, "Sounds like Greyback."

"Fenrir?" asked Neville.

"Pavel, his nephew. He's obsessed and won't take no for an answer," Luna replied.

Blaise looked about clearly panicking, "What do we do? Who should we tell?"

Luna frowned, "He's been told repeatedly by numerous powerful people to leave her alone. He'd take her somewhere secure and hard for wizards to follow."

"The pack grounds," Draco growled, "the Dark Lord promised to allow them to ward against even his followers. That would give him extra time to wear her down and get her to agree to things."

"Blaise, you go tell Marcus. Draco, go tell your parents so they can tell Voldemort. Luna, go tell Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange. We'll meet near the grounds," Harry ordered. He took Hermione's bag and coat from Luna. "Let's move, people."

-oOoOo-

Blaise apparated directly into Pucey's living room interrupting Cassius as he gloated over a big win. "Greyback kidnapped Hermione. We think he took her to the pack." Five men jumped to their feet. Silently the six of them popped away.

-oOoOo-

Draco raced through the manor yelling, "Father! Mother!"

Lucius appeared in the hallway, "Draco, why on earth are you making such a racket?"

"Pavel Greyback just abducted Hermione from the club."

"I will notify the Dark Lord immediately. Come." He led his son down the hall to Voldemort's rooms. He knocked politely and opened the door when bid to enter. "My lord, forgive the intrusion, Draco just informed me Pavel Greyback has abducted Hermione from the club tonight."

Voldemort's face contorted in fury, "How?"

"She was sitting at the table, he came up behind her and she followed him out. We suspect he took her to the pack. We're meeting there." Draco began to nervously ramble. He liked his spunky cousin and hoped they got her back before Greyback damaged her beyond repair.

"This affront cannot go unpunished. Is someone informing Rodolphus and Bella?"

"Luna, Graham's fiancee."

"Very good. Let us go join them."

-oOoOo-

Luna burst into Lestrange Hall and began screaming at the top of her lungs, "Greyback took Hermione! You have to help her!" Rodolphus and Rabastan ran into the room. "He took her to the pack. We have to go get her."

Both men agreed, but before they could say or do anything, Bellatrix swept down the stairs. She grabbed both their hands, "Grab the girl," she snapped before twisting them away.

-oOoOo-

Harry, Neville, Vanessa, and Alexandria landed on the edge of a wooded area. Across a meadow, large wooden fences marked the boundary of the werewolf enclave. Fires glowed in the darkness inside. Neville held up his hand and sighed. "It will take hours to take down all of these wards."

"Hermione doesn't have hours," Vanessa protested. A shrill pain filled scream came from within the walls.

"We can't just knock on the gate and ask to come in. If no one in there cares that he's hurting her, no one will care if she's rescued," Harry shot back. "We have to think so something."

Alexandria snapped her fingers, "You gave her Potter family jewelry. A family elf could take you to her," she grinned.

"Except I haven't met any Potter elves."

Neville's eyes lit up, "Kreacher! He's your elf and a Black elf. Hermione's a Black, It may be enough of a connection. Call him."

"Kreacher? Kreacher, I need you."

The ancient elf appeared, "Master summoned Kreacher?"

"Yes, the werewolves kidnapped Hermione. I need you to take me to her, please." Wordlessly Kreacher grabbed Harry's hand and whisked him away.

-oOoOo-

The stomach flipping sensation of the side along apparation drove off the cobwebs in her mind. Facing Pavel Greyback, Hermione sneered at the dirt floor and dark stained wood walls. "Slumming are we?"

"Silence, witch. You'll learn to love pack living."

"Doubt it."

He backhanded her causing her to stumble back. She wiped the blood from her face, "That was pathetic. I know toddlers that can hit harder."

Pavel balled up his fist, then dropped it, "No, no. I don't want to physically damage you. Mustn't maim the mother of my cubs."

"The mother of your spawn? I don't think so. That is so not happening. Ever."

"Don't make any rash statements you might regret later. Like calling our children spawn."

"Fuck off," she spit at him.

Wiping his cheek clean he bared his teeth, "I see we need to start working on manners and respecting our betters. Crucio." Every nerve in her body burned. All coherent thought fled. She felt her limbs spasm. She surrendered control of her body, choosing to protect her mind, by dropping into a meditative thought process. Vaguely she heard herself scream. The pain cut off as quickly as it started. She came back to herself, finding Pavel looming over her. "Now what were we discussing?"

"How repugnant I find you, fleabag." He hit her again briefly with the torture spell. "And how I will never willingly have sex with you."

He held her under long the third time, "I don't need you sane to breed you, so, I advise you to watch your mouth."

"Where's the fun in that?" she croaked. "If you're

going to rape me repeatedly, I don't want to be sane, thank you very much."

Pavel's eyes glowed silver, he growled deep in his chest. "Is that so?" he leaned over her menacingly. "Maybe we should make sure you're lucid at least once." He grabbed the top of her dress and ripped it open. A flash of blue light flung him away from her.

"Or maybe you could learn to fucking listen. The lady said no. It means no." Harry strode into the hut, his face a mask of barely suppressed rage. "Bombarda." Pavel crashed into the wall.

Hermione struggled to her feet. She took a few ragged breaths, "Thank you."

"I told you I was trying to be a better friend." He held open her beaded bag, "Summon your wand."

"Accio wand. You will be pleased to hear I think your behavior demonstrates the definition of a best friend."

"Why thank you, Hermione."

She brandished her crystal wand, the cold stone warming in her hand. Pavel groaned on the floor. She turned and walked over to him. "You are disgusting." She kicked him in the face twice. "Your line shouldn't continue." She whipped out her wand downward. A pink light slammed into his crotch. Blood spread across his trousers. A hoarse scream issued from his mouth.

"What would you have done?" cried a rough voice from behind Harry.

"Castrated a feral beast," Hermione replied in a hard voice, "ending his reign of terror over women."

"Fenrir will kill you when he finds out," the cowering man whined.

"Then don't tell him," Harry instructed.

"I can't, I can't do that," the miserable worm ran from the building, yelling for guards and Fenrir.

Harry groaned, "You'd think, just once, the bad guys would agree this is stupid and just let us leave."

"On the other hand, no one expects us to use prank hexes and defensive spells against monsters," she gave him a mean little grin, her eyes wide and a little crazy. "Shall we go show them why we shouldn't be fucked with?"

"Yes, I think we should." He bowed, gesturing towards the door, "Ladies first."

"Why, thank you, good sir." She swept out the makeshift door. Outside, werewolves ran about, some sought shelter from the coming conflict, others prepared to do battle advancing on the pair. Hermione cast a Sonorous charm on herself, "I, Hermione Lestrange, with my brother, Harry Potter, declare a vendetta against the Greyback Path. Any wishing to surrender should make their way to the west gate now. No mercy will be shown." She canceled the spell. "Except to children. They are innocent victims."

"Agreed. Now let's go scorch the earth." Harry sent a fireball flying toward one of the snarling werewolves charging toward them. Hermione sent slicing hexes at the rest.

Children, most women, and a few men screamed in terror and began running west, fleeing the carnage. Seven years of pent-up anger, fear, and frustration boiled over in the two as they made their way through the enclave. No more worrying about not seriously hurting the people that wanted to kill them. The two did not limit themselves to defensive only spells like Dumbledore and the Order encouraged. The reason why Greyback and his spawn thought them weak. A burning werewolf ran into a hut, promptly catching it on fire. "Idiot," Hermione muttered, rolling her eyes.

-oOoOo-

Outside the enclave walls, the assembled rescue party could hear fighting but were unable to ascertain what exactly was going on. Luna grabbed Graham's hand, "Do you smell smoke?"

"It'll be okay," he consoled her, glancing nervously at his friend. Marcus stared at the wooden walls in horror as he assisted the others to disassemble the wards as fast as they could.

"Just overpower them," Bellatrix finally snapped as she started blasting the wards. "We don't have time for finesse."

-oOoOo-

Nearing the east gate, neither Harry nor Hermione paused in their destruction. Moaning, screaming bodies fell to the ground, bleeding. Some shattered having been frozen solid by Hermione. Harry favored the cutting curse and fireballs. A deep, rumbling growl of fury caught their attention, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

Years of working in tandem allowed them to turn in unison. Breathing heavily, transformed halfway between man and beast, Fenrir Greyback stood, eyes gleaming red. "We are enacting our vendetta against you. One of your pack wronged us with your blessing, I assume, and we are getting our vengeance," Hermione answered using the kind of voice one uses to explain things to a small child.

"You dare to attack my pack on our lands? Lands promised to us by the Dark Lord, himself."

"I owe no allegiance to your lord, nor does Hermione. And we are defending ourselves on the field of your choosing. You let her abductor bring her here, therefore we fight here." Harry shot Snape's specialty at him. Fenrir threw himself to the side.

"Where is your honor, pups?" he howled. "Attacking with no warning, shameful."

"This isn't a friendly duel," Hermione told him. "This is war." She made several slashing motions with her wand, encasing the alpha wolf in ice. "You were given multiple warnings. You and Pavel chose to ignore them." He struggled to break out of his frozen prison. "Once you're dead we'll educate and liberate your pack, helping them become upstanding civilized citizens instead of savages living in filth," she promised.

"Remus could be their new alpha," suggested Harry.

"Oh, that's a good idea. I like that, don't you, Fenrir?" He growled as his beta and delta ran up to assist him. "Incoming. Let's finish this." Rapid fire spells ended the lives of the alpha and his lieutenants. Hermione looked around the smoke filled lane. No one else emerged from the shadows. She lowered her wand. A wave of energy spread out. "That would be the wards dropping."

Harry shot red sparks into the air, "That should summon the cavalry."

"Good, the adrenaline is starting to fade. I can't keep my hands from shaking anymore."

Pops of apparation surrounded them. Marcus and Rodolphus surged towards Hermione, Luna right behind them. Voldemort and Bellatrix approached Harry, "Mr. Potter," Voldemort nodded, "Is there anyone still alive?"

Harry shrugged, "Anyone who didn't want to fight was told to go to the west gate, away from us." He looked around, "Someone should put out those fires."

Bellatrix looked around, "Is Greyback the lesser still alive?"

Harry shrugged, "Not sure, Mione kicked him in the face and cut off his dick, so who knows."

She beamed proudly, "Hmm, I suppose I'll go check on him, shall I?"

"Don't use the AK," Harry told her.

She looked surprised, "Why ever not?"

"He doesn't deserve a painless death. It should hurt. A lot. He tortured her." Bellatrix narrowed her eyes and nodded her head once before striding away.

He looked at Voldemort, "We're not apologizing. Most members of this pack were feral monsters that needed to be put down."

"Given the circumstances, I do not have an argument to stand on. They failed to follow orders or respect their fellows. They caused this fiasco."

From somewhere between Marcus and Rodolphus Hermione yelled, "The ones that surrendered need medical care and basic necessities, like real fucking housing and running water."

"You need medical attention, little dove," Marcus told her sternly.

"I can't go to St Mungo's. Summon MacLellan. The authorities would be horrible to those people."

Voldemort looked at Lucius, "Send someone to help wade through once Bella finishes looking for survivors. Get them healers and send Hermione the one she wants to the hall."

"Certainly, my lord," he departed instantly.

Rabastan patted his brother on the back, "Let's get our girl back home. And her hero." He looked at Harry.

"I just returned many a favor and brought her her wand, which helped her shake off the shock. She helped with the rest."

"Showers and medical attention for all," Rodolphus announced. He glanced at Hermione looking small wrapped in Marcus's arms. He knew she was letting them fawn over her for their benefit. She needed minor healing spells and dreamless sleep. Above her head, Marcus caught his eye. He subtly offered to let Rodolphus take Hermione. He considered it briefly and shook his head no. Sooner, rather than later, he would be her primary support. With a nod, Marcus apparated her back to Lestrange Hall.