So much pain…
I tried to open my eyes, but was met with a swift wave of pain. "What the hell?" I groaned touching my head slightly ignoring the protests my muscles were sending to my brain. I winced from the slight touch, but didn't dare to open my eyes. The memory of my ambush ran through my head like a never-ending movie. What have I gotten myself into?
"Don't move," a dark voice muttered making me stop. "It will only cause more pain."
"Who goes there?" I asked trying to open my eyes, but failing. I tried to grasp my wand, but found it to be missing. I bit back a sob as I realized I was wandless and alone.
"You have nothing to worry, Hermione." The voice muttered. I shuddered. He knew my name. I could feel a wet cloth being placed on my forehead. The cold water dripped down my face as the stranger dabbed at my wounds. "Nobody is going to hurt you here." I couldn't stop the chills that ran through my body. I tried to open my eyes again…more slowly though. Everything around me was blurry. I tried to grasp the dark object near me.
"Why can't I see?" I cried out ignoring the fact that I was kidnapped. I could feel the calloused hands cup my face almost in a caring way.
"Calm down," the dark voice muttered in my ear. "Everything will be fine when you wake up." I shook my head. I can't sleep…not when I'm defenseless.
"No," I growled trying to push the dark object away. I could hear a sigh escape the person making me almost feel guilty. I shook off the feeling. The hands suddenly pulled me up into a sitting position. "What are you…" I hissed being stopped as a vial was placed at my lips.
"Drink," the voice ordered now low and more demonic. I closed my lips only to have them pried open. I tried to bit the hand. "Don't make this hard, Hermione." The unknown voice cooed. "It's only a Sleeping Draught."
"Why should…I trust you?" I asked looking around. My vision was become clearer yet I still couldn't see my kidnapper. I could feel lips near my ear.
"If I wanted to hurt you," the voice stated. "You wouldn't be alive right now." Chills ran up my spine. Part of me realized that he was speaking the truth. How dangerous was this person? I could feel the vial being pressed to my lips again.
"Drink, 'Mione." He asked again his voice soft. The liquid ran down my throat making me sputter. It tasted like honey mixed with lemon juice. I instantly felt a haze overcome me. The person that made this was a superb Potions master. Only a few could make a Sleeping Draught that took effect instantly.
"Who are you?" I whispered as I was laid back down.
"Fenrir Greyback," I heard him answer before the blackness overcame me.
"Hermione...Hermione, where are you?" Harry's voice yelled making me look around. I was standing in the Forbidden Forest. I looked around for Harry feverishly.
"Harry, I'm right here!" I screamed trying to find my wand so i could send sparks up into the air. I realized instantly it was gone.
"Hermione, where are you?" he continued to yell. "I can't find you anywhere." Tears began to run down my face as I searched for a way out of here. The tress almost seemed to move...keeping me in my spot. A thought ran through my head making me scream bloody murder.
I am never going to escape.
My eyes flashed open as I continued to scream. I threw the blanket that covered my body. It was dark...too dark for me to see anything. I cowardly crawled into a corner and pulled my legs up. I ignored the pain in my back as I pressed my back against the stone wall. Everything was shaking. I couldn't control the sobs hat escaped my lips. I'm all alone.
"Hermione, are you okay?" the voice asked making me look up. The shadows began to move around me making me cower back further into the wall. Standing a foot away from me stood Fenrir. He was tall...6'3 perphaps. He had short, brown hair almost cropped. His eyes were an amber color...so unusual. He was wearing a pair of jeans that were torn in numerous places. I watched as his muscles rippled with movement. He was shaking for some unknown reason. I could see numerous scars that decorated his tan skin. Fenrir suddenly made an attempt to come over to me.
"Are you okay?" he asked again crouching down beside me. I glanced up at his amber eyes and looked away. I felt a strange pull towards him. His eyes were so unusual...I have never met a werewolf before especially him. The notorious Fenrir Greyback. The killer of numerous people on the Light side. Remus never spoke of him...his eyes would always grow cloudly and he would walk out of the room. The cause of so muc pain and destruction. I didn't answer.
"Don't be scared of me." he muttered reaching to touch my face. I suddenly dodge the move and got up onto my two feet.
"Let me go." I stated. It was a request not a statement though. My body was still shaking. The tremors were growing worse.
"I can't do that." he answered. Fenrir walked up towards me. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't respond.
"Why the hell not?" I growled. His shadow covered my fragile body in darkness. I could feel his calloused hand on my face forcing me to look up.
"You belong to me," he muttered glancing down at my wrist. I looked down to find my wrist bandaged tightly . I could almost feel my heart stop as I realized what was going on.
I was infected with werewolf venom.
Everything began to swirl making me fall. I expected the pain of hitting the ground yet I felt Fenrir's arms catch me.
"Hermione," he stated over and over again. His voice grew faint as my mind tried to protect myself. Yet one thing passed through my mind that wouldn't go away.
Will I ever see Harry again??